Chapter One
God, do I hate this. This is the downside to being an assassin, the dickwad clients. I've killed for a shit load of good reason, rape, murder, theft, abandonment, but this is just dumb as shit.
"So, let me get this straight. You want me to kill this girl, Rose, because her boyfriend picked her over you?"
What a bitch. I'm a dhampir, and before you ask, the answer is no. I'm not a guardian, I trained till I was sixteen, but they system is fucked. Really fucked, I get that Moroi need to be protected so we can all survive, but they are stuck up, royal, and rich bastards. I don't usually kill Moroi or dhampirs, but sometimes, it's necessary. They think they can get away with anything, well guess the fuck what assholes? You can't.
"Well, yes, but she framed me for killing the queen!"
"Wait, you mean you want me to kill Rose Hathaway? Hah! No way Jose, not gonna fucking happen."
I swear a lot, it's just how I let my anger out.
"She is an ungrateful blood whore and I—"
"Woah, buddy! Look, I get that you don't like her, but it was actually you, who did kill the late queen, and I'm not killing Hathaway, or any other dhampir or Moroi."
She gives me a pretty frightening look, if I don't say so myself. "You will kill her, if I pay you. It is your job. And I am a paying client."
"Okay, here's the run-down, old lady. I don't kill our kind, unless they really deserve it, and Rose doesn't. So cut the shit and—wait, I thought you were in jail." Her eyes slightly widen in alarm, but she quickly recovers. "Holy shit…. Did you escape prison?" Her look tells all. "Okay, get the fuck out, you are a fucking murderer, and so help me god, if you don't get out right now, I will take you down myself and call the Guardians. Get Out."
She glares, but she's frightened, so she bolts.
Fucking royals… I don't ever work with people who want to kill my kind, I won't stop them from killing them, but I won't do it myself.
I'm only twenty-two, I've been an assassin for five years, since I was seventeen. I learned my way in guns for half a year, then did small jobs, but people started noticing my technique and stealth. I gotta say, I'm pretty damn good at what I do. All the mafias, criminals, and other hit men know me. I do anything, find people, kill people, steal from people, do what you pay me to do to people. It's all I really know anymore.
My work phone, yes, I have a phone with all my contacts, goes off in my pocket. I fish it out and look at the screen. "Unknown ID." Decline. I don't answer calls who are random phone numbers, too dangerous. But it goes off again, and again, and again, and a-fucking-gain. I finally get pissed off enough to answer the call.
"Who are you, and what the damn hell do you want?" I growl into the phone.
"Wow, nice way to treat a potential client. I'm Clynt, and I want to hire you for, um, work."
I roll my eyes. This guy doesn't know the ropes, you get their full name, do back round checks, make him go somewhere where he can't see you, but he can't see you, it's not safe. "Okay, first of all, I need your full name, and what exactly does this job entail doing?"
"Umm… full name is Clynt Joel Gratto, CEO of Gratto Industries, and the job is locating someone important." He sounds really freaking nervous, wonder why? Maybe it's because he's on the phone with a well known hit woman?
"Okaaay… and that important someone is…?" I have to know who the damn person is to find them numbnuts.
I think I hear him mumble "fuck it" but I'm not sure. "The queen's little sister."
"Wow, okay, I think I'm kind of flattered. But who's little sister exactly? Because there are a lot of queens that have little sisters in the world."
"Queen Vasilisa Rhea Dragomir's little sister."
I sit in my chair, gaping through the phone. He wants me to find the Moroir queens little sister? I think not, dude.
"Umm, why exactly would I do that?" I hope it's for a lot of money, because if it is, I'm all in. I won't kill my kind, but they won't be missing a crown.
"I need her for a certain deal with the queen, but someone kidnapped her. If we pull the deal off, I'll get thirty million and the girl doesn't get hurt in the process."
I start choking on the huge gulp of water I just took. Thirty million?! That would be a hell and fuck yes!
"Woah, okay, yeah, definitely. I'll do it. When does he want the deal to go down?" I'm smiling now, this kind of stuff gives me adrenaline, I love it. And I love money, hello new ton of jeans, leggings, and boots. Yep, that's what I wear all the time, dresses and heels? Only when I'm doing it for a job, I hate those things.
"In one week. Can you do it?" He sounds like an arrogant asshole.
"Like I couldn't; best in the business baby." He audibly swallows, exactly, asshole, I'm smug and sexy when I want to be.
"Okay, nice doing business with you."
"You too, call when I get them." And I hang up.
No one knows my real name, I usually tell them it's Heather or Hanna, never my real name.
Kore Iris Mazur