A/N all right as dictated by my last a/n I asked for at least one review before I updated and I got one. So here is chapter 1. Sorry its not much but writers block is hindering my writing so I thoroughly apologize.

Disclaimer I own nothing but my own plot lines original characters an so on everything that is publicly recognizable belongs to its respective owners.

Also for warning there is violence in this chapter.

Chapter 1

Life is unpredictable it never goes where you want it to. I suppose my screwed up life is the reason I m going back to where it all began. I m going home for the first time in almost seven years. I don't know what I will find there. I know that there's really nothing left for me but I cant help it I have to go back. I have to see where they buried Charlie. I have to find the truth that's been alluding me for the past six years. I have to know who killed my father.

I shouldn't have been surprised. I sighed and stood up Charlie's house my house, all though I hadn't stayed there long I 'd been there less than a day when my life went to hell, was the same as when I left it six years ago. All though it was perceptibly more dusty. The smell of old death permutated the air. The wood floor of the living room was still stained with Charlie's blood. I was ready to go I wasn't going to find anything here. That's when I saw it a glint of silver in the dim light of the room. I knelt down and felt under the wooden bookcase. My fingers closed around something small ,cold and smooth. I knew what it was even before I looked at it. It was a bullet casing. How the police had missed this I had no clue. I turned it over in my hands trying to find any Identifying markings. I gasped when I read the engraved word on the side of the casing. KILLER. I felt my hands curl into fists around the casing.

All this time I had worked for them killed for them and from the very beginning I had been set up. I didn't know why but Killer had placed a hit on Charlie. And in the process framed me. Everything was their fault. My fucked up life, my fathers death, my own death. It was all them. And if they could do this to me then they could sure as hell do it to someone else. Hell it was probable that all the recruits or most of them anyway had been tricked forced in to this life of assassination. Black opts that's what we thought we were getting into it's what they told us. Was all of it a god damn lie? Did Killer even work for the U.S government. It was so painstakingly obvious now that they had their own hidden agenda. The leader of Killer the head honcho Paul Marks he was in this for the money my suspicions were finally confirmed. I'd learned early on that not all of are targets made sense the reasons behind there assassinations were never quite right. The targets the leaders of business foreign billionaires, high paying terrorists , we were there hit men. It wasn't about protecting freedom any more I had known this it was why I'd left.

Flashback April 2007

Bella POV

The gun was posed in my hand as I knelt on the balcony of my hotel room. In the beautiful Caribbean islands. I was here to kill Wesley Anderson he was the CEO of company that was selling cocaine on the side. He held a sole proprietorship. Meaning that he alone ran the company with out him it would fall apart, and that was what Killer wanted. Anderson used his own products to ship the coke all over the country all over the world. Our guys on the inside had informed us that his biggest buyers and sellers were kids teens most under the age of eighteen. That there most profitable market was the streets of overpopulated American inner cities. These same inside guys had informed us that Anderson would be vacationing here in the islands. Which is what got me here. I was now hanging from the balcony my ankles hooked into the railing the only thing holding me up as I took aim. Of course that's when my target decided to walk out the door.

"Damn" I muttered I swung back up on to the balcony time for plan b.

I dressed in my most sexual bikini it was red and black. It barley covered anything. But I was trained to not care. I knew my body looked good. It was an assassins most useful weapon it's how we fooled our targets.

My target was heading for the hot tub and that's were I would gank him. I had a small knife that I could throw with perfect precision hidden in the left side of my top.

I smiled at a male waiter as I grabbed a glass of champagne. I scoped out the place I smiled to myself and I eyed my target. He smiled at me thinking that I was smiling at him I was and I wasn't I had to seem only mildly interested. I knew all of my exits I had gone over several scenarios in my head. I was ready. It was time to make my move I downed my champagne. And smiled wider at my target. He beckoned for me to join him. I swung my hips seductively I was distracting him. I smiled it was working he was fooled. Poor sucker.

"can I join you." I pitched my voice low and smiled flirtatiously at him. He nodded oh so eager to meet death I thought sarcastically.

" oh please" he smiled and I slid in to the tub next to him. I gestured for a waiter to bring me another drink as I did so I slipped the knife discreetly from top. Poor basted never saw it coming.

I swung my blade slicing into his jugular as I cut his throat. Before any one could even blink I was out of the water and racing through the hotel lobby. I should have known than that things never go according to plan.

"Freeze Bella." I froze and spun around. There gun aimed at me was Daniel. My mentor my friend.

"Daniel what's going on?" asked him sweetly. He smiled.

" I m giving you an out." he said smile faltering.

" I suggest you take it." I stared for less than a millisecond before I took off. I was free god how wrong I was.

End Flashback.

A/N sorry for the crap ending but I couldn't decide how to continue after the flashback I also got a review so I needed to update as promised. Now if u want to see chapter two I needed at least two updates.

Review if you want more and thank you for reading.

Sam M