Chapter 1: His Assassin

By Claudine Lapointe

Wyatt stood on the highest part of the bridge, looking down on his world. It had taken yeas, but he finally had everything the way he wanted.

Well, almost everything, there was still the rebellion that his little brother as leading. And of course he didn't have the heart of a beautiful and dangerous assassin.

He has never felt like this about any woman before. He has multiple mistresses that are there to pleasure him, but they didn't really love him, nor did he love them. It was all about lust and pleasure.

Wyatt glanced over his shoulder, sensing someone shimmer in behind him.

"You called" said a tall, dark-haired woman

"yes" he responded.

Wyatt turned around and looked over her. She had to be the most beautiful woman in the world, he had ever laid his eyes on him. She laid long, dark hair, a combination of blue and green eyes which changed with her temperant, she had a body to die for. She was just breathtaking.

" About"

Wyatt walked closer to her, his eyes soaking in every inch of her body, she was wearing black jeans and a tight black shirt, with a leather coat.

" Your new assignment" he said

She approached him slowly, "well what it is"

"It's those unwilling demons in the underworld, they have succeeded in killing some of my best demons while they are guarding some of my warehouses in the city"

"So, she responded, "You want to take care of them", while she put her hands on her hips".

"Yeah, but you have to do it carefully, they may be lower demons, but there is strength in number. I can't risk you getting hurt or worse". He responded trying not to make it seen that he didn't care for her more than an assassin".

She didn't respond and just looked into his eyes, and she smiled and nodded.

The strange thing is she felt the same way he did. Those feelings were new to me and definitely scared her. He hired her to kill for him, and to protect him. But she never thought she would actually cared about him, the was she does.

Electra is used to men lusting after her, they wanted her for one thing and one thing only. They never cared about her welfare. It was scarier because it Wyatt Halliwell, the most powerful witch in the world and the ruler of all. He stood about 6"3', shoulder length dark-blonde hair, a body of a god. He was close to dawn perfect.

She could feel how he wanted her, but she promised herself that she would never share his bed. She knew about his reputation, and knew about his mistresses. She didn't want to be part of that world.

" Well, I should get going. I am supposed to meet DJ and Jeremy downtown" she said when he noticed he wasn't going to say anything.

"Yeah, you should go, I'll meet you guys there later on".

She about to shimmer when he grabbed her hand, and said "Be careful". She nodded and shimmer.

He just stared at the spot where she was and sighed. He had to do something to get her out of his mind. He flamed out to his mansion.