Rose Of Game

Chapter 1

R O S E OF G A M E

"Generally speaking, the way of the warrior is resolute acceptance of death."-Miyamoto Musashi

I placed my gun back in my hilt and covered it with my long jacket. It was another night, another kill and yet I felt rather high with excitment. It could have easily been the shot I had taken just a few minutes before but somehow I doubt that.

I crossed over the dead body and kicked it off to the side. I didn't want to be the one to clean up the mess tonight I wasn't in the mood. And I know Tony will bitch and complain about it tomorrow but he will get over it, I'm sure.

The stupid crocodile shoes sloshed in the snow and made me cringe. I hated that sound. The cold was fine, in fact I welcome the cold with open arms. Just everything else drove me insane.

I checked myself for any unwanted blood stains and wiped what I could see off before stepping inside the church. The light was blinding but I removed my dark shades and gave the person at the counter my jacket. "Do me a favor and wash that too." I said softly.

The guy at the counter had to be about three times my size and could very well devour me with one bite. But that didn't mean I could not pick on him. Who would I be if I didn't do that?

"We don't do that here." The man replied gruffly. His name tag read 'Steve'

"Well, Steve. Maybe you should start. I think it'd be great for business." Before the guy reached out and grabbed my throat I backed up just as fast and smirked at him. "Not very nice Steven."

"Will you stop torturing my workers? Is it so hard to have respect in a church?"

I groaned. I knew that mom voice anywhere.

"Amaris, what a pleasure to see you again. How are the kids?"

"I don't have any kids you jerk. Stop being childish." She snapped back but her eyes showed that she was amused. Good, that meant I wouldn't get hell tomorrow. Amaris Beckwood, was the kind of high rich celebrity that people were constantly trying to get to. And not just the fans either. A bunch of men have been going to her house lately trying to kidnap her for ransom, she was just another case in my book but since these men just won't go away we've seen more of each other than I've seen the coffee barista down the street. And I get coffee once a month.

I gracefully walked slowly over to her just to piss her off and stopped when I was inches away from her face. "How about you forget all about that and tell me why I'm here."

In her eyes I could tell she was still uncomfortable with my presence but being the stubborn girl she is she held her ground anyway. She crossed her thin arms across her rather large chest. "Have you killed yet?" She whispered. Before I got rid of the gentlemen outside I had warned her beforehand that I had a target in my sights. But even still she felt the need to ask me such an obvious question.

I rolled my eyes. "Do you honestly think I'd be in a place like this if I didn't? I mean free food sure but I feel like a monkey." The majority of people in this room I know I've met before. Wealthy people often surround themselves at benefits such as these but all I really wanted to do was either go out looking for more targets or curl up by the fire and enjoy a book.

Or just kill some more whatever suits my fancy.

"Good point. I can see you itching to get out of those clothes."

I raised an eyebrow. "Is that an offer? Don't tamper with my emotions like this."

She snorted. "As if you have any. Look, I'm going to get straight to the point. There are an incredibly amount of people in this room that are after me. If you aren't lying and you did kill that guy that's only one of the goons. The rest are in here somewhere. But they are all dressed up so well that I have no idea who is fake or real."