***MATURE 18+*** Olivia Carol White, she was a normal 18 years old teenage girl that just graduate high school. Because of her careless action she has been abducted and being pushed to the mafia world. 7 years had passed, she turns into a ruthless, cold-hearted and vicious assassin. Until one day, she finally got to see the person she hate the most. The one who caused her to be a part of this mafia. The difference is there won't be any laughing and hugging cause this time, she have been assigned to kill him. Yes, she have to kill her ex-lover.
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That name had died along with my souls.
My friends think I'm dead, my parents think I’m dead. So basically everyone I knew thinks I was dead.
The truth is, I'm still perfectly alive.
The sound of a gunshot rings my ear, I snapped back to reality. "Why do you always do that?!" I turned around and glared at my partner. I was supposed to shot him first but he beat me to it. He looked at me innocently.
"I thought you needed a backup." I rolled my eyes and continue my walk. I loaded my gun and hid behind the wall. I looked at Drake my partner who walked past me and shoot the men with ease. I looked at him in disbelief.
"Ever heard of patience?" He turns to me and smirked. Ignoring his smirk, I quickly find the men that we have been assigned to kill.
"Matthew! Where is he?!" I yelled at Matthew, the tech guy over my earpiece. "Keep walking then turns left; when you see a metal door, you're at the right place." I stopped on my track. "A metal door?"
"Yes."
"How do we break-in?"
"I'm working on it." We quickly run to find the door because if we're too late, he will have the time to run away.
"Okay, we found it. Then what?"
"Uh... It seems that the door can't be unlocked from here."
"What?!" I yelled.
"You shitting me?!" Drake and I said at the same time. "Geez guys, do you have to shout in my ear?"
"Matthew, we're running out of time?"
"Uh oh... We got company." Drake warned me. I looked ahead of us and found Mr. Ricci men running towards us. I cursed under my breath. "Let’s just use the usual," I said to Drake referring to the time bomb.
We always bring a time bomb with us in case something like this happens. He nods his head and quickly works on the door using the time bomb.
While Drake is working on the door, I cover him up by kicking their ass. A big guy running towards me, about to grab me. I dodge my body and hit his back hard with my elbow. Another guy running while pointing his gun at me. I crouched down and spin on the floor, kicking his legs making sure he fell on the ground and I shot him at the heart.
3 guys lunged towards me and I fight them with ease. This is easy! I could beat them in no time. It's like having breakfast.
I beat all of them and smirked. I dusted my hands and about to check on drake but got caught off guard when another guy attack me from the back causing me to fall to the ground. He straddles me and grips my neck. I try to push him off but he was too big. He increased the pressure in my neck nearly choking me.
I breathed out as I buckle my hips causing him to lose balance and tumble forwards. I quickly got up and grab my gun from the ground. Just in time for Drake to call me. "Ruby cover-up!" I pushed him to the door and jumped to the safe place.
The bomb goes off. I bring my head up then got up. I examining the place and saw blood and body splattered everywhere.
We both run inside the door and looked around. "Where the fuck is he?! Matthew!!" I yelled.
"There's a secret door in the wall... I'm trying to open it. Okay got it." The door that Matthew mention appeared. We walked inside and it leads us outside? Drake and I shared a look. We hurriedly run before he got away. Once we're outside, we saw a helicopter in the field. We run towards it but stop when it takes off.
"Guess Moretti have to replace the both of you." He yells from the helicopter while laughing. I smirked and aim my gun at the tail.
Don't celebrate too soon.
I shot twice, it hit directly at the rotor. The helicopter starts losing its balance and eventually fall. It hit a tree. We make our ways there to make sure that he's dead. Who knows that he's still alive cause we have to make sure every target we’ve been assigned to has to be dead in front of our eyes but no witnessed.
My assumption was right, Ricci is still alive. His body is filled with blood.
He tries to crawl out to save his life. But he wouldn’t be alive for long.
"Tsk...tsk... Trying to save your life, Mr. Ricci?" I said. He then looked up eyes widen. I bet he didn’t expect me to check on him. I crouched down till I’m on his level then pull his hair forcefully to make him looked at me.
"Please don’t kill me! I have given everything you want!" he begged. I looked at him coldly. His eyes filled with fear and desperation but do I look like I care? I scoffed.
The reason why we have to kill him is that Mr. Ricci lied to Mr. Moretti our boss. They make a business deal something about drugs but Mr. Ricci fooled him. He thought Mr. Moretti won’t realize his lies but eventually, he found out and gave us a mission to kill him. And here we are.
"You still want to be alive?" he nods his head. "Okay," he looked at me shocked. "Thank you, thank you." I got up and make my way to drake. Drake raised his brows looking at me curiously. "So you’re going to let him live?" I scoffed then quickly raised my gun and shot Mr. Ricci at his head sending blood flying everywhere.
Bet he didn’t see that coming.
I turned to the drake, he looked at me in disbelief. "What? I need drama." Every time we go out for a mission I always go for the interesting kill rather than the basic and simple one.
"I thought you were going to let him live?" I shrugged and walked ahead of him. "He can’t stop thanking me and it slowly getting on my nerves." I simply said.
"Remind me to never piss you off?" Drake said.
"You always piss me off."
"You practically wanted to kill him." I turned to him, grinning widely. Drake slung his arms on my shoulder. "Now let’s go home and celebrate." I nodded. "Matthew, send us our ride."
"Already there."
We walked out from the field to the car that Matthew sends us. We both entered the car and settled our self in the plushy seat. I then remember something. Taking out a small device from my back pocket, I pressed it then count to ten.
"What is that?"
"A device to light up the fireworks." After my counting ended, Mr. Ricci's house exploded. Drake looked back then turned to me with amusement dancing in his eyes. "Fireworks?"
"Yup. Now shut up so I could rest" he shakes his head but eventually smiling. I close my eyes and let myself rest even for a while.
Ruby"That son of a bitch!"The door slammed shut behind me with a resounding thud, the sound reverberating through the empty hallway like a thunderclap in the midst of a storm. Anger boiled within me like a tempest raging in the depths of my soul, threatening to consume me whole with its fiery intensity.I pace back and forth across the room, my mind swirling with a whirlwind of emotions. Anger, frustration, betrayal – they all swirl together in a tangled mess, threatening to overwhelm me like a tidal wave crashing against the shore.But amidst the chaos of my thoughts, there's something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. It's a strange sensation, like a fluttering in my chest, a quickening of my pulse that I can't quite explain. But I push it aside, dismissing it as nothing more than the remnants of the adrenaline rush from our fight in the kitchen. I take a deep breath, trying to calm the storm raging within me. I can't let Chase get to me, can't let his accusations an
Chase HudsonA stab of frustration gnawed at the corners of my mind as Ruby stormed out of the living room, her demeanor as cold as ever. For a split second it had felt like she had let her guard down, that she had let herself get comfortable with her surroundings. But as soon as she noticed my presence, her relax demeanor replaced once more by the impenetrable wall of mistrust and suspicion that she had built around herself.I sighed heavily, feeling as though she were trying to avoid me at all costs.With a weary shake of my head, I loose the tie around my neck and headed to my study. The smell of mahogany and leather enveloped me like a warm embrace, and I settled into the plush armchair behind my desk. Pouring myself a generous measure of whiskey, I took a sip and let the fiery liquid burn its way down my throat, the warmth spreading through me like a warm blanket against the chilly air.As I settled into the comfort of solitude, I reached for my phone and dialed the number of my
As I wandered aimlessly through the grand halls of Chase's mansion for what felt like the hundredth time, a sense of futility washed over me like a tidal wave, threatening to drown me in a sea of confusion and despair. There was no getting away from the cruel reality of my imprisonment, no matter how hard I searched or how many rooms I examined.With a heavy sigh, I finally conceded defeat, the weight of my exhaustion bearing down on me like a burden too heavy to bear. I made my way back to the bedroom, the familiar scent of lavender and sandalwood enveloping me like a comforting embrace as I sank down onto the plush mattress, the softness of the pillows cradling my weary body like a mother's gentle touch.My mind was filled with memories of the past as I lay there, staring up at the ceiling with blinding eyes. It served as a bittersweet reminder of the life I had left behind. I hadn't had an actual rest in such a long time, a break from the never-ending cycle of violence and deceit t
The tension in the air was palpable, thick enough to suffocate any semblance of ease as Chase and I sat in silence, the only sound echoing through the room the clinking of our cutlery against porcelain plates. I could feel Chase's eyes burning into me, his gaze like a physical weight that bore into my very soul, but I refused to meet his stare, keeping my focus fixed firmly on my meal as if it were the only thing that mattered.But then, just as I began to relax into the comfortable rhythm of our silent standoff, Chase opened his mouth to speak, his voice cutting through the silence like a knife."Why were you at the party, Ruby?" he asked, his tone deceptively casual yet laced with an undercurrent of suspicion that sent a shiver down my spine.I froze, my fork halfway to my mouth as I struggled to find the right words to answer his question. But before I could formulate a response, Chase continued, his words more of a statement than a question."You were there to kill me, weren't you
RubyI have nowhere else to run.The darkness of the woods enveloped me like a suffocating embrace as I stumbled through the tangled underbrush, my heart pounding in my chest with the frenzied rhythm of fear. I glanced over my shoulder, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I strained to catch a glimpse of Chase's looming figure in the distance. I kept moving forward out of sheer willpower and the survival instinct, but there was no sign of him, no evidence of his persistent pursuit.I knew I was lost, the dense canopy of trees stretching out in all directions like a labyrinth of shadows. However, I refused giving up and held onto the flimsy hope that, somewhere, someway, I am able to get away from Chase.My wounded arm throbbed with a dull ache due to the fight that I had earlier at the party. I grimaced as I slowed my pace, my breath hitching in my throat as I leaned against a gnarled tree trunk to catch my breath. My limbs were gnawing with fatigue, which was eating away at my streng
Chase Hudson The weight of the phone call lingered heavy in the air as I stood outside the hotel room, my mind racing with a tumult of conflicting emotions. "Boss," came the familiar voice on the other end, crisp and efficient as always. "Report," I commanded, my voice tinged with urgency. "There's been a development regarding the incident at the party earlier," my informant began, his tone grave. "We found out that she infiltrated the party using fake names and ID. She went undercover as a waitress, and she is not acting alone. There are four others involved in her plan." I clenched my jaw, my mind racing to piece together the puzzle before me. "Do we have any information on them?" I demanded, my patience wearing thin. "Unfortunately, no," my informant replied. "Their identities and whereabouts remain unknown. But from what we've gathered, they're not your run-of-the-mill criminals. They're skilled, elusive, and highly dangerous." I cursed under my breath, a sense of foreboding
The air in the dimly lit hotel room hung heavy with tension, thick enough to suffocate any semblance of ease. Chase, his steely gaze fixed upon me, seemed more like a predator ready to pounce than a man engaged in conversation. And here I was, Ruby, the unintended prey ensnared within his grasp.I shifted in my seat, not out of discomfort, but out of a calculated attempt to maintain some semblance of control in this precarious situation. "So, Chase," I drawled, feigning nonchalance as I met his gaze head-on, "what's a charming fellow like you doing in a dingy place like this?"Chase's expression remained impassive; his features carved from stone. "Cut the act," he retorted, his voice devoid of any trace of warmth. "I know why you're here. What I want to know is why you decided to crash the party and disrupt my plans."Ah, yes, the party. It seemed my little escapade had ruffled more feathers than I had anticipated. But then again, when did I ever play by the rules? "Well, Chase, darli
I open my eyes and immediately squinted as it made contact with the bright light. I feel something tight on my wrist but trying to move was absolute agony. The wound from the gunshot earlier hasn’t been treated and the fabric is still wrapped around my arm. I groaned in pain as I tried to wiggle my hands as the pain shoot right through my arm. I give up and examine the place instead. I looked around the room trying to figure out where I am, but no clue comes to mind. The room is quite small, but it can fit two people. I tilt my head back and realize there’s a bed and a bathroom in the left corner of the room. This place looks familiar. It looks like a motel room. But is it? I glanced at the clock on the bedside table and saw the time. 1:40 AM My eyebrow furrowed in confusion. How long was I out? More importantly, how am I here? What was the last thing I remember? All these questions ran through my brain. Closing my eyes in hope I could remember the last thing that happened.
"Curious to find out the champagne you spike went?" he leaned forward with a smirk etched on his lips. "See that old man wearing expensive tux with women on each side? He is holding the drink that should be mine." My eyes widen in shocked. Shit! Chase is my target not the old man. I can’t let him drink the champagne or it will make the situation worse. A hand grab ahold of my arm to stop me as I stood up. "Where are you going? Planning to take the drink?" yanking my arm with no avail due to his death grip, he leans closer to my ear. "If you want to see that man survive, you must talk but if you plan otherwise then he’ll die." I face him as I clenched my jaw and glared at him in anger. "There’s nothing to talk about." "Oh, trust me babe, there is." I hissed. "Do not call me that." He raised his brows amusedly. "Why getting the feeling of déjà vu?" balling my fist up, I pressed my body to him catching him off guard. "You know what? Let the old m
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