Silent Assassin
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Chapter One- Blood on her hands
I watched as the rain poured down. Winters in Russian can be really cold. Instead of the usual snow, this morning rain started falling. Ugly, grey clouds gathered on the sky. People were running down the street trying to find a shelter to escape the bad weather. Those people's problems were something like-what to wear this morning? or what to cook for lunch? It maybe seemed that I made fun of that kind of people but I actually envyed them. Because of their simple lives. Because of their normal lives.
This day just made me miserable. I could blame it all on the weather, but then I would be lying. It was my new task that took all the fault.
I glanced at my watch. It was one p.m. My time to react. I exited my warm car and pulled my black coat tighter around me. By the time I crossed the street I was drenched. I entered through the back doors and found my final destination: underground garage of the Moscow Bussiness Center.
The view in front of me was completely expected: amazing, expensive cars everywhere. You could drool all day. Unfortunately, I didn't have time for that.
I heard two fast 'beeps', the sound of the car being unlocked. After I observed the situation a little more my eyes found a man walking towards his car. His black suit screamed money and was probably tailored.
I started walking towards him and he turned around because he heard my high heels clicking. The corners of his lips turned upwards creating a somewhat charming smile. To me it was just disgusting.
He was just some corrupt lawyer that was now going to lunch break that he probably planned on spending with some slut, cheating on his beautiful wife. I knew all of that, I've read his file.
I couldn't understand what she saw in him. Okay, he was rich but he was also corpulent looking like a big spider that can't wait to eat his new victim that got trapped in his dirty web.
In other words he hurt people. Not in the way I do but he destroyed their life, threatened them and he deserved to be the one that's destroyed this time.
He was looking at me like I'm a piece of meat. All of them thought that. I always knew I was attractive, with skinny body and all the curves in the right places. My long, dark brown hair and tanned skin only confirmed the look of a desert princess. His look made me sick.
''Who do I owe the pleasure?'' he asked with that creepy smile still on his face.
''Oh, Mr. Sarkozy the pleasure is all mine.''
''You even know my name? And what's your's beauty?''
I pulled out my gun slowly like it's just a normal thing for me to do. The piece of metal was cold and heavy in my hands but nothing like the real burden on my back. I saw his eyes widened when he saw what I was holding. I laughed unhappily. ''What is it now? I'm just holding a gun in my hand and you're immediately scared?''
He visibly gulped and pressed himself closer to his car. ''What do you want?''
''I want answers. Now.''
''I can't help you.''he said. ''I'm just an innocent lawyer who earns his money decently.''
I became inpatient and wanted to finish this quickly. ''Oh please cut the crap. Someone payed you to destroy Adrian Ivashkov. My job is to find out why. Now, we can do this easy or hard way. I recommend you to choose the easy way, I'm not famous for being gentle.''
He chuckled while I couldn't see anything funny in this situation. He was a traitor and his death was being ordered and here he was laughing. ''You won't get out of here.'' he said content. ''There are cameras all over this place.''
Now it was my time to laugh. ''The birdie told me that they were disabled recently and that they still have problems with them. No one will see anything.'' I don't think my voice could be any colder, I talked with pure hatred and from the look on his face it had it's effect.
''Jesse Zeklos. He made me do that. He wants to destroy Ivashkovs for some time now. After he found out that I was their lawyer he offerred me to accidentaly slip some informations about them.''
Zeklos? They were another important family here in Russia. ''I should've known. Especially with Jesse. He always hated Adrian. But what I don't know is…what did Jesse offer you that was worth of betraying the Ivashkovs?''
''Money. Lots of it. And some chicks.''
I was surprised. ''That's all? Because of a couple of thousands and some chicks you betrayed one of the most powerfull families in Russia? You really are cheap.'' I stated.
''They aren't the most powerfull family. Neither is family Zeklos. Another old family is reuniting and they have a new leader…''
''Okay enough of the chatting.'' I cut him off. He was just trying to take some more time hoping that he will save himself. Not likely. ''Adrian will be happy that I dicovered the cause of all the problems.''
Ralph noded. ''Yes, of course. I'll start solving the problems I caused immediately and I'll say To Mr. Ivashkov that I spoke with you.'' he obviously wanted to go away.
''I don't think you'll have the chance for that.'' I raised my hand and pulled the trigger. One bullet was enough, it went right through his heart. Blood spilled on his white shirt creating a crimson stain. ''But I'll let him know you said hi.'' I finished.
My job here was over. Without another glance at the now dead body I went back through the same doors I entered and then to my car.
No one will ever know what happened and they will probably be looking for killer for years.
When I was safe in my car I wrote a text: Done. Old place in half an hour.
They will know who was it from.
…
I drove towards the old warehouse. The others were already there and waited as I parked my car.
''Is it me or you are even more beautiful then the last time I saw you, honey?'' an overwhelmingly familiar voice asked.
''Well I'm not sure Ivashkov but I don't think I could be even more beautiful.''
He smirked. ''Well of course, my apologies, Miss Hathaway.''
Since the moment I have come to Russia he showed his interest for me. I always thought he only wanted to get in my panties but he was also one of the rare people I was on good terms with. Probably only because I worked for him sometimes.
''I'm coming from a meeting with a person that betrayed you and that could probably destroy you and here you are flirting with me. Aren't you afraid that I failed in accomplishing your task?'' I asked.
''What does it matter to me if I have all the money of the world when I don't have your love, my Little Assassin?'' he mocked hurt.
''Adrian, I only know that you'll never have my love so if we could get to the point please?'' I asked inpatiently. I wanted to go home, pull out a new bottle of Vodka so I can sleep peacefully tonight without any nightmares.
Adrian noded. ''As you wish.'' He knew when to stop playing and went in all bussiness mode. ''What did you find out?''
I told him everything. His forehead wrinkled when I mentioned Jesse Zeklos. ''He wants to destroy me? Is he aware that by stabbing me in the back he could start a war between families?''
''Maybe that's his intention, I don't know.''
Adrian sighed. ''Okay, anything else?'' While he said that one of his men that were quietly standing behind him approached with a briefcase in his case. He hand overed it to me. Inside was probably my payment.
''Nothing important. I'll see you later.'' I started walking towards my car but then I remembered something. ''Oh Adrian, I almost forgot, Ralph said hi.''
He chuckled. ''You really are cruel, Rose but I like you for that.''
A small grin formed on my lips as I entered my sleek Aston Martin Vanquish once more. It felt like I had more energy than before.
…
My house is really big. It has the highest security. It's just a regular expensive house with a pool, a couple of bathrooms, a garage full of cars and other stuff. The most important thing is that the house is hidden from the view of everyone. It was surounded by a forest and it couldn't be found anywhere in the map of this place. Like the house didn't even exist.
You should understand then how big my surprise was when I entered the living room and found five men sitting there. I immediately pulled out my gun and pointed it at them but it was probably too late. If they came to kill me I will be dead soon.
''How did you get in?'' I asked.
The man that was sitting on the sofa spoke. He was dressed strangely with multicolored shawl around his neck. In one ear he had a golden earring. ''I expected more of a question like- who are you? or what do you want? I guess you're full of surprises.'' he had some strange accent. From what I could conclude, it wasn't Russian accent.
''That would be my next question.''
He chuckled. ''Put that gun down. I'm sure you're really skillfull with it but you won't need it today, Rose.''
I didn't move. ''How do you know my name?'' I asked suspiciously.
He ignored my question. ''I'm here because I have some bussiness to discuss with you but I think we should introduce ourselves first, don't you think?''
All he got from me was silence.
He chuckled. ''I see you're a tough nut.''
''My name is Ibrahim…''
