Her Revenge

|Third person's POV|

The door flew open and several men stepped out, holding their gun firmly in their hands.

The room was quiet. The men could only hear their own footsteps and breaths as they walked across the room.

They could see dead bodies and blood spilled everywhere. It didn't take longer than a second to guess who made all this mess.

"Find her. Now!" The boss, Logan, shouted at the other men who instantly split themselves up to look for her.

After a few minutes of searching, the men returned with their heads lowered.

"There's no one here, boss." One of them spoke as they watched the Logan clench his jaw in frustration.

"Mother fucker," Logan hissed, placing his gun back in his waistband. He then dismissed his men who left instantly. As soon as his men left, Logan called someone to clean up the mess.

However, before the man could leave the place, he was shot straight in the head and fell on the ground, dead.

|Azalea's POV|

I watched as Logan's body fell on the ground and smirked in victory. I was not in the building, I was in another building, on the roof with my gun fixed on the room where I knew Logan would come as soon as he would hear noises.

I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or where I was.

After placing my gun back in my bag, I entered the building where Logan was killed. Logan was a child and women trafficker so I eliminated him. He also played a major part in my parents' death. This was part of my revenge. I swore that I'll take down every single person who was involved in my parents' death.

I deleted every footage that showed even a single part of me. I made sure that the footages couldn't be recovered even by the best of the bests.

I then got into my car and drove to my house. After taking a much needed calm and relaxing bath, I changed into comfortable clothes and crashed on my bed before falling into a deep slumber.

**

The next day

"Six thirty would be good." I said to someone over the phone as I tied my hair into a ponytail.

"Are you sure he'll be there?" I continued, putting on my boots and placing my gun in my waistband.

"This better be true because if he isn't there, I'll be coming for you," was all what I said before I cut the call. I turned off the device I was using to change my voice then leaving my apartment, going straight to Daniel Brimstone's house.

Daniel was a rapist. He raped several women as well as young girls and children and got away with it because he was influential. He signed his death contract when he raped Marcel Jeffrey's daughter and now I am being sent to kill the man.

Nobody could contact me directly. If they wanted me to do a job for them, they should contact my assistant who would then contact me.

Even my assistant knew nothing about me. She didn't know even know how my voice sounded let alone know my real name. She has also never seen my face, she doesn't know where I live. Like I said, she knew absolutely nothing about me.

It was crazy how she was willing to work for me only because I was going to pay her handsomely.

Don't get me started on how I even found that woman. Her name's Lauren Walker and she was a loner— I meant it. Every month, I would pay her around sixty thousands and she was happy. I mean, who would refuse good money?

She never once tried to find out who I was because if she did, she wouldn't live. I've contacted a lot of 'loners' before her but they all tried to find out who I was. Guess where they are now? Somewhere in the ocean. That's right, they are dead.

Marcel, a renowned drug dealer was paying me Twenty thousand dollars for the job. I decided to do it, but not because of the money but because that man raped a thirteen year old kid and he didn't deserve to live. Don't get me wrong; I was not playing the hero or bring justice or whatever— I didn't do that. I was far from being one. Yes, I've saved a lot but I've also killed a lot. Actually, Daniel raped Marcel's daughter so the man contacted my assistant and told her to inform me about it.

I've killed more than I can remember and I did not regret it. I never have and never will. Those men deserved what they've gotten. They did mess up with me after all.

Pulling over the car, I stepped out and stared at Daniel's mansion. I unbuttoned the first few buttons of my shirt before fixing my hair. Since Daniel was a sex freak or something like that, the slightest move of a woman would turn him on.

I knocked on his door softly and few seconds later, Daniel was in front of me, eyeing me from top to bottom.I made sure to keep her head lowered as I knew there were cameras on the walls. That way, the cameras won't be able to capture my face.

"Yes?" He asked, licking his lips which was really Fucking disgusting. I could see his big yellow teeth. No wonder he had to rape someone to please himself... who could want to go to that man willingly?

"M-my car broke down and I have nowhere to—"

I was cut off by the man. "Say no more sweetheart! Come on in, I have a lot of rooms," he paused, smirking, "and playrooms." He winked.

I forced myself not to roll my eyes at Daniel's words. My hands were begging me to take my gun and shoot him on the spot but I couldn't do that just now.

No, he raped an innocent girl. He snatched her innocence away from her. His death couldn't be quick. It had to be slow and painful.

Besides, if I had shot him right then, his guards would have instantly entered the place and I wouldn't have time to escape. I needed to be smart and not do anything stupid.

I wanted to watch him bleed to death. I was going to do exactly that and I knew exactly how.

"Why don't you take me to your playrooms?" I asked, playing along. His face instantly lit up as he nodded and gestured for me to follow him. He opened the door stepped inside, then asked me to enter which I did.

As soon as I did, Daniel wasted no time in closing the door and taking off his clothes.

"Strip, baby." He said, smirking. "Don't worry beauty. There's no camera here. It's just you and me."

"Let's do things differently then." I suggested making Daniel raise his brows in curiosity.

"What do you mean, sugar?" Daniel asked, raising his brows.

Sugar?

"Come on." I said as I walk towards the bed. Once Daniel was standing near it, I slowly pushed him on it before straddling him. I then chained him to the bed.