“I’m not a good man. A good man would sacrifice you to save the world. I have no such inclinations.” When one is offered a job that would have them set for life, would they allow a fickle thing such as a moral compass stand in their way? Abigeal Starr, former soldier of the US Army, didn’t think so. It had been surprisingly difficult to get a stable job after leaving the military and she was barely managing to keep her head above the water. She couldn’t even afford the rent on her small flat so she’d had to take in a roommate whose personality frequently clashed with hers. Tired, frustrated and dangerously approaching desperate, she found a job which was almost laughable in its simplicity: assassinate a billionaire. She couldn’t believe how much she was going to be paid for one task, but she quickly discovered that it wasn’t going to be as much of a walk in the park as she had thought. Will she follow through with her task? Or will her conscience get the best of her? Find out more in the story!
Lihat lebih banyakABIGEALI HAD to admit, leaving the country wasn't such a bad idea. It had been an impulsive decision, sure, but as I sipped a cocktail on a balcony while gazing at the stars, I couldn't bring myself to regret it.I couldn't remember the last time I hadn't been weighted down by one obligation or another. Whether it was finding justice for my brother, or trying to assassinate Blaine without him catching a clue.No. We're not thinking about him. Not today, not ever.The one thing I regretted though, was letting Anna have her way when she insisted on helping me pack because I didn't have the energy to argue. She'd taken out all my usual everyday clothes and put in their place flirty sundresses and cocktail gowns and bikinis that left little to the imagination, with a little note that said ‘Now you're ready for the other kind of smashing’ with a little winky face.I shook my head as I recalled. Not that the new wardrobe had done me much good. Every man that had approached me so far either
BLAINEEACH DAY, I wondered why I bothered coming into this office when all I did was drink and stare into space. I had a pounding headache and a hazy memory of the night before. Where had I gone?I remembered heading into a bar. I remembered talking to a blonde who looked vaguely like the girl I was trying to forget. It got hazy from there.Did I take her home? She wasn't there when I woke up and the disapproving glances from my aunts weren't more intense than usual, so no. I chugged Advil down with whiskey and almost laughed at the irony.I leaned back in my chair trying to piece my night together but I'd barely started when a voice interrupted me. “It’s a bit early for happy hour.”I tensed and tightened my grip on the glass. “It's happy hour somewhere,” I said casually.Footsteps walked further into the room. “I hear you've been terrorizing our employees in my absence," Jordan said.“If terrorizing means making sure they do their jobs and do it well, then yes, I've been terrorizin
ABIGEALTHERE WAS a knock on my bedroom door, but I didn't move an inch from where I was and just hoped the noise would go away. But it didn't. Instead, the handle turned and the door opened. I still gave no reaction, as from the voices I knew it was Anna and Melanie standing in the doorway. Melanie took one look at my ramrod straight figure sitting in a chair close to the window and turned to Anna. “How long has she been like this?”“I don't know. Sometimes she'd be up and about and talking, then she'd be back here. I'm not sure what to do,” Anna whispered.“You realize I can hear every word, right?” I said without looking back.“You were meant to.” Melanie walked further into my room and stopped beside me. “What do you think you're doing?” She snapped.I looked up at her and smiled vaguely. “Hi. When did you get back? You look great.” She and Jordan had taken a vacation to a country I didn't remember, since things were still tense with Blaine.As soon as his name came up in my th
BLAINE“WHAT IS wrong with you? What's wrong with all of you?” I snapped, flinging the pieces of paper that my employee just handed me in the air so they scattered and fluttered around. “All the fucking numbers are wrong. I do not pay you huge amounts of money to be met with such incompetence?”“But sir, we worked with the data you got from your office.” One of the workers squeaked, trying to hide behind the files she was holding. “I'm sorry sir, she's new to this department.” The one who was still trying to pick up the papers said. “We'll fix it, sir.”“Better do, if not you and Goldilocks over there are fired. In fact, all of you.” The whole department looked at me in shock before averting their eyes. None of them wanted to be the focus of my attention.I swiveled around and stalked away, my admin Chris walking behind me. “Did you get the analysis done for the Wexler acquisition?” I asked.“No sir, I-”“Damn it, Chris. When did everyone become so lazy? What kind of business are we
ABIGEALTHIS PART was one of the hardest. Kat and Melanie had done most of the cleanup while Anna rested against a wall. I walked up to them and surveyed the space.“Is this everyone?” I asked.“Everyone who resisted. Under those cloaks, some of them were children, some barely old enough to drink. And one of them came at me with a knife.” Kat rubbed her eyes like doing so would erase the image.I looked at the bodies scattered around the floor. “Did you…?”“Of course not. Jesus, do I look like a monster?” Kat looked offended.I held up my hands, then let out a sigh. The plan was to wipe everyone out, but I couldn't do that with a clear conscience. The girl I'd seen was about Juan's age.Perhaps if they became problems a few years later, I could deal with them then. “Got the gasoline?” I asked.Melanie held up the two kegs. I took one and helped her spread it around while Kat supported Anna's weight and helped her outside. When we'd exhausted the kegs, we went out the back exit throug
ABIGEALI WAS stripped of my weapons and pushed into the main hall. The red cloaked people formed a circle with me, Anna, Morgan and his father in the middle. I refused to call him my father, as he'd never been one to me.I knelt beside Anna and took out a strip of clothing, using it to bind her leg. “How did this go so wrong?” I whispered.Her face was pale from the blood loss. “They were on me so fast, I didn't see them coming?” She groaned as I tightened the bind. “The others are safe though.”“Then we might still have a chance," I said lowly. A gunshot made me flinch.“Any more whispering and I'll put the poor girl out of her misery," Soliz said. I glanced back to glare at him. “Stop threatening her. I already gave you what you wanted. I surrendered.”I squeezed her arm lightly and rose. “What exactly do you want from me?” I asked him.“I want you to join us.”I shook my head. “Not happening. Next.”“You are a Soliz, whether you like it or not. I am not leaving my organization in
ABIGEALSOMETHING ABOUT the man standing in the doorway made me unsettled. Maybe it was the way the hooded people bowed out of the way reverently or the way Morgan's body language changed and he cast his eyes to the ground.Or maybe it was the pleasant smile on his face despite the situation.A thought niggled at the back of my head but I couldn't place it. I walked around until I was behind Morgan and held the knife to his throat. “Who are you?” I asked.His eyes slid to me. “Ah, Abigeal. It's always a pleasure.”The voice tickled my memory box. A sense of trepidation washed over me and I couldn't figure out why. “Have we met?”The man laughed easily. “You could say that. Although we met more recently, but I'm not surprised you don't remember.”It came to me suddenly. The only reason why I hadn't placed him immediately was because I'd only gotten a partial look at his face that day when Anna, Michael and I had bumped into Morgan at the restaurant.“I can see you remember. Now may I a
ABIGEALEVERYTHING WAS set in place by the time the sun started to set. The ammunition we needed was delivered to the apartment. I was prepping all my knives while keeping an eye on the time. I had to be back at Blaine's house for dinner with the family, otherwise he'd start to ask questions. I'd already had to lie that Anna had called me over to help her with her application. I slid the bags under my bed when I was done and checked in with Anna before I left.When I got home, Blaine was standing in the living room with a smile on his face watching Juan practice a presentation for school. I stood just behind him and watched. When Juan was done, Blaine applauded. “Good job, but you'll have to work on not stuttering as much. And you don't have to look anyone in the eye, glance above their heads.”Juan nodded. “We'll practice again?”“Sure, buddy, but you need to go wash up for dinner now. And make sure the others do the same.” He replied. Juan waved at me before leaving the room.Blaine
ABIGEALTHE NEXT morning, I went to see Anna. If I was going to take on a mission of this size, I was going to need help. And she was the only person I trusted enough to take my side on this, and not turn me away because of what I did.She opened the door before I knocked and looked surprised to see me. “Abigeal? Hey. I was just going to have a fight with the landlord. He has cut down the hot water supply and it ran out halfway through my shower. Thank God there weren't hot showers in the military so I'm not spoiled.” She raved, stepping out with me and closing the door.“Of course you can't relate. I bet the water runs hot twenty four hours a day in Blaine's Palace," she said without heat.I pretended to consider it. “I think it does, actually. It's one of those things you don't really notice, you know, because it's right there.”She glared at me but could only hold it for a couple of seconds before we started to laugh. “You know what, I can go fight him later. It's not like he's goi
ABIGEALTHE NIGHTMARES were the same as always. That didn’t stop me from waking up with a start, drenched in cold sweat. I pressed my fingers to my eyelids, trying to push the screams to the back corner of my mind. The dream was so realistic that I could taste the acrid smoke at the back of my throat, could hear the beeping sound of a bomb about to go off. I got up from my bed and stumbled towards the front door and the incessant pounding coming from it. I pulled the door open and was immediately confronted by my landlord’s pot belly.For some reason, I couldn’t look away from it. It fascinated me. How much beer does one have to drink to get a belly like that? He scratched said belly and burped. I held back a wince. “I’m raising the rent,” he said without preamble.“What do you mean you’re raising the rent? For this dump? People should be living here for free.” I was astounded by the audacity of the man.“Lady, you should be grateful you have a roof over your head. Lots of homeles...
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