I'm been dreaming about this story for a while and finally decided to pen it. It's my first story ever, I hope people like it.
It was the worst storm in years. The winds blew with the fury to match the boiling rage inside him. Inside his sleek BMW that was expertly hidden from view, a pair of piercing blue eyes glared intently at the soft glow of light coming from the bedroom window of one particular woman, one with soft emerald eyes that belied the steely tenacity beneath.
He hated her, more so than he had ever hated anyone. Never from 12 years in the business had he been so utterly humiliated. It had taken months for him to heal from the bullet wounds and a smooth scar now covered that damned hole in his throat, but sometimes his body still ached and his once clear voice have now taken a raspier, more dangerous edge.
His employers, of course, had been royally pissed. But they also knew that Jackson Rippner was the most successful and ruthless manager that worked in the business, and so they let him off easy. He vowed to kill Keefe himself, and a year after the previous attempt, he finally finished the job. Jackson grinned faintly as he remembered that day. He had used a gun, even though he despised guns because he promised himself to save the knife for her.
After that Jackson went back to do the dirty work again for a while, just like the old days when he was an assassin for hire, working under anyone for the hell of it. He relished in the violence, all the while planning his revenge.
Jackson still cannot believe how she managed to beat him. At first glance she seemed all fragile and vulnerable looking, a petite little thing with slim wrists that he could snap in half without much effort. In the eight weeks previous to their fateful encounter, he had studied her life carefully and found nothing unexpected about this girl-woman. She was a recluse, a workaholic, a person he thought would be easy to manipulate. And yet she surprised him.
A fucking Frankenstein pen, he scoffed, the little bitch almost did him in with a kid's pen and then managed to outsmart him again at her dad's house.
Since then, Lisa Reisert had become a fixture in his thoughts. Somehow she wormed her way into his mind and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't shake the memory of her standing above him, those doe-like green eyes starring down at him with a strange veil of sadness. He hated her more for her pity. The years of working in the business had finally cured him from the common emotions that drove other, weaker men. But one look from her made him feel like the murderer they called him, a low life. Jackson reviled at the thought of that smug little bitch thinking he was beneath her.
But all that would change soon, he let out a soft contented laugh. He would teach her to fear him again.
He had lost their first battle, but the war had just begun. Jackson vowed to become the victor in the end at any cost.
Enjoyed? Expect longer and meatier chapters in the future. But I just wanted to set everything up. I will update on weekends. Please R/R.