Death. Ivy was good at giving that. It was her job and she loved it. Watching the life leave someone's eyes as they begged for mercy. Whether it was a silent death or a messy one; Ivy was far from good at her job. One of the best assassins out there. But that suddenly changes when she's offered a new case. A deadlier and dangerous one. Valentino Black. He was a cold hearted killer that was the boss for the biggest Mafia in the country with hundreds of men following his orders everyday. He was manipulatively handsome and nothing could ever stand in his way. So he needed a new challenge. And battling one the best assassin's in the world seemed to have been his best challenge yet. Can he win this challenge? Surviving the best assassin in the world. Or can Ivy successfully complete her mission without getting hurt in the process? Killing Valentino Black.

𝘔𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳, '𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨' 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘴𝘢𝘺, 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘋'𝘈𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭𝘰, 𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢 𝘙𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥. 𝘈𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳. 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴'𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘏𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘧𝘪𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘴𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘮𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘈𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘢 𝘪𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘶𝘵 - 𝘯𝘰𝘳 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN