Assassin In Love – Ivan’s Story part 5

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The rest of the day was spent in a blur, researching my target and preparing a strategy for the next day. Most of the times we get acquainted with the target, get them to trust us, but I could see that in this case it wouldn’t be needed. The man was a loner and accorded to my findings a bit of a conspiracy nut, mostly always alone and distrusting of everyone, it would be the realest looking fake suicide ever. A piece of cake. That evening I sat in my living room trying to talk myself out of calling Jasmine, I could ask her to dinner, but was it a wise idea to see her again? it was just dinner though right? how harmful could that be? our families hated each other so very harmful, but we are grown up, we can make our own choices. and before I knew it I was listening to her phone ringing waiting for the pick up. I was a weak weak man. She picked up and I hear myself say “how about Italian for dinner?” cocky much? 

I heard her chuckle on the line before she answered “love to. I’ll be ready in 20 minutes, come pick me up” and then she hung up. Grinning like an idiot I jumped in the shower and 15 minutes later I was looking good and on my way to her house, I parked in front of her house and scanned the street before getting out of my car, and that’s when I noticed the dark Audi with the golden handles and tinted windows which had been parked across from her apartment. It was James’s car, but what was he doing here? I made my way over and before I could knock on his window the glass pane rolled down and I was met by a coldness in his eyes I had never seen. It set me on edge.

“What are you doing here?” I asked

“I could ask you the same thing”

“Well I asked first” What was I 5?

“I am keeping an eye on your little girlfriend over there” he said with a mocking tone in his voice

“She’s not my girlfriend” I said through gritted teeth

“I should hope so. Lunch yesterday  waving through her window and what? dinner now? It seems like you are getting a little to close to her”

“Nothing is going on”

“Well let’s keep it that way yes? after all nobody likes a traitor”

“Is that a threat?” I asked outraged

“Call it advice” he said before rolling his window up and driving off.

That self-imposed pompous son of a “Ivan?!” Jasmine’s voice at the door interrupted my tirade against James, I took a deep breath before turning around and walking towards her, she looked glorious with her red hair around her face in the sunset light.  She regarded me with speculative eyes before saying “so you finally notice James huh?”

“You knew he was keeping tabs on you?” I asked incredulous and a little impressed she noticed before me, she chuckled and said “well it is part of my job to know everything that goes on around me”

“aren’t you worried?”

“No, I can handle him” she paused and smiled “let’s go” 

I don’t need to tell you that dinner was awesome, she was awesome. It was like I had finally found someone I could totally relate to. We made plans to see each other again the next day after I finished my work.

So the next day came, I got rid of my target without leaving any traces behind, got home, changed and went to meet Jasmine. She came out holding a huge handbag, pink with red ribbons at the top, and she was dressed more casually than I had ever seen her, in jeans and a puffy hooded jumper, all this in contrast to her high stiletto heels. “What’s with the girly bag?” I asked. She gave me a mischievous smile and  unlocked her car. “It’s a surprise” she answered “hop in” and we set off. She drove fast and before I knew it we were on the outskirts of London in an abandoned field. She parked the car and gout out, I followed. She took me to a low wall and opened her bag, she grinned at me and I looked down at the bag’s contents. Two shiny guns and a whole load of empty cans. “That’s the contents of your girly bag?” I couldn’t keep the laughter from my voice, it was just so unexpected and ridiculous. She giggled back “I am a girl, now help me set up” she said and we started to line up the cans on the wall, me shaking my head and her still smiling. Once we did that we walked back several yards and she handed me one of the two guns, “let’s see who can shoot more” she said grinning, and we spent that afternoon trying to outdo each other until there were no more cans left and we ran out of bullets, by that time we were both laughing and panting from jumping around trying to take impossible shots and showing off, I was impressed. She was as good as me. We cleaned up and drove back to London chatting friendly and laughing. We agreed to go home change and then go to dinner together. All in all it was turning out to be the perfect date, until we got to her house. Her door was ajar and the lights were on. She looked wary but collected and after only a moment’s hesitation she lifted the back seat and took out bullets, reloaded her gun and before she could say anything I had my gun in hand with the safe off “I’ll lead” I said, she didn’t ask for an explanation just nodded and followed. We walked into her house with our guns drawn and ready too shoot the first intruder we saw. I nodded towards the living room and as I walked in I was not surprised to find James there lounging on the sofa with his gun carelessly at his side smirking at us.

Assassin In Love – Ivan’s Story part 4

I rifled through the target file I had received not really paying attention, after half hour of reading through it all I knew was that he had a huge mole on his chin, he was unemployed, and he had killed a man last year, the widow now wanted him gone and that’s where yours truly came in. So really I guess I knew all the necessary facts. I checked the time, 11am. I still had some more time before meeting jasmine, I paced nervously around the room for a couple of minutes then I checked the time again 11:03?! I shook my head and booted up my ps3 and started shooting soldiers hoping it would take my mind off time (and by time I meant Jasmine), I forced myself to play for at least an hour before I gave up. I got changed and started pacing in my living room before it was an appropriate enough time to leave. I slowly walked to Jasmine’s place trying not to look as excited as i felt. I also felt like an idiot for being so excited. I knocked on her door and it opened almost immediately, and i swear it was like the breath was knocked out of me, how could someone be so beautiful? she was dressed simply in jeans and a plain t-shirt but somehow she made the outfit look catwalk ready. It must have been her smile, so friendly and genuine that it shined through her eyes, her hypnotising grey eyes. I cleared my throat and we said hi, before she closed the door behind her and we started walking towards the restaurant. We kept the conversation light not once mentioning our families and we got along extremely well. We got to the restaurant and were seated and I must say the food tasted awesome. It was like the Chinese new year in my mouth (in a manly way), anyway we talked and talked for ages and I had never felt so content with just sitting there with a girl talking, especially a good looking girl, but somehow I did. After finishing the email we walked back and still we talked, we had so much in common and her sense of humour kept me smiling. We reached her door and said our goodbyes, her eyes looked sad, as if she didn’t want to say goodbye. And neither did I. These were my thoughts as I walked home and I was so absorbed into them I didn’t even notice the dark Audi with the golden handles and tinted windows which had been parked across from her apartment since early that morning, if I had seen it I would have recognised it, because there was only one person in London with that car.

Where have I been?

I am sorry I haven’t posted anything in over a month, I have been extremely busy with work and my health hasn’t been at its best. I will definitely post a new instalment to “Assassin in Love – Ivan’s story” tonight so do keep an eye out for that. Also I will make more of a commitment to post regularly (at least twice a week).

 

Autumn Air Magic (NOT FINAL TITLE)

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She looked into the shadow, trying to see what it was. An ominous shape looming in front of her. The only things she could feel were the fear, the pounding of her heart and the urgency to run as fast as she could and as far away from the shadow as her legs could carry her. But she couldn’t move, something was stopping her and amid the sound of her pounding heart she heard a laugh coming from whatever was in the shadow. A laugh so evil, she though it was the devil, a cackle rising in volume and myrrh, that chilled her blood and made her shake, she opened her mouth to scream and woke up. It was a dream. The same dream she had been having every night for the past week. Mercedes sat up in bed, her curly dark hair matted in sweat and get heart pounding. She hated this dream, it always felt so real and it freaked her out. She lay back down in her dark room closed her eyes and tries to go back to sleep and erase the memories of the nightmare. 

 

The warmth of the sun rays creeping through her curtains awoke Mercedes the next morning. She tried to close her eyes tighter and go back to sleep but just as she was about to drift off a soft mass jumped on her bed a soft black furry face nuzzled her face and made a purring sound. ” ok ok blue, I’m getting up” laughed Mercedes and gave her cat a cuddle. She got up and started getting ready for the day ahead, excited at the though that today was her last day of college. In September she’d start Uni and move out from the traffic of London to the seaside air of the town of Southport, just as she was finishing fixing her long hair she had the weirdest feeling of being watched, she turned towards the window and saw blue standing in a defensive pose staring at the window, his dark fur on edge and he made a hissing noise. The she heard it. The same evil cackle from her dream. Her chocolate skin turned to goosebumps and her eyes widened, she tentatively walked towards the window but didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, the back garden looked innocuous with it rose bushes glittering in the soft early June sun. The laugh seemed to mock her, she turned around and felt it all around her and then it stopped as suddenly as it had begun. Blue walked towards Mercedes and rubbed itself on her legs, she took comfort from that and waited for her heart to slow down to normal rhythm, trying to understand what had just happened. Maybe it was all in her head, the nightmare still fresh on her mind but then if that was it, why had blue acted so strangely?

 

 

 

All throughout the day the feeling of being watched came back every couple of hours, Mercedes felt like someone was keeping tabs on her except everytime the feeling came back so did the muscle crippling fear of immediate danger, she couldn’t explain it and it put her in an uncomfortable mood for the whole day. During dinner time she kept looking behind her and as the horrible feeling came back, her family was sitting at the table oblivious to the turmoil going on in the young woman’s mind. Then as the feeling intensified Blue jumped into the room hissing at the window and everyone turned towards it in defensive postures. And just like that the feeling left. “What was it?” Kelly, Mercedes’s mum asked her husband Jonathan who shook his head and murmured “I have no idea”   “it didn’t seem good” added  Nikita, the older sister. They were all still in defensive postures until Mercedes whispered “it’s gone” and that’s when they all looked at her, her mother and Nikita with saucer like eyes and her father suspicious. “what do you mean?” he asked her.

 

“I don’t know, it’s weird, probably in my head” dismissed Mercedes.

 

“probably not” said Nikita

 

“Mercedes, honey talk to us” said her mother.

 

“not here” added her father before getting up and closing the window tightly, as if on cue Kelly and Nikita got up to and proceeded to close all the windows in the house. Once they were done the family sat down in the living room, Jonathan, Kelly and Nikta with serious expressions and Mercedes bewildered.

 

Mercedes felt self-conscious knowing all eyes were on her and looked down in embarrassment. Surely they were making fun of her and her weird feelings of doom. Her father asked her to speak and she started tentatively: “ it started about a week ago. I just keep getting the same dream every night. And then this morning I got the feeling of being watched and it was like something inside me told me to be scared, and I was terrified. Blue started hissing but when I looked out of the window everything was normal. And the feeling left suddenly. It kept happening the whole day and then again at dinner time. Only without the laugh”

 

“What laugh?” Asked her father gently

 

“The laugh from the dream. Its evil. Am I crazy?”

 

“No sweetheart you are not” said her mother embracing her in a warm hug. “Your father will explain everything to you”

 

“Actually” said Jonathan in a serious tone “I think your grandmother should”

 

As if on cue, Nikita got up and grabbed the house phone to call her grandmother.

 

By this time Mercedes was sure her family was not playing and although she didn’t know exactly what was happening she knew danger was ahead.

 

They were all sitting quietly each lost in their own thought when they heard a knock on the door and Lorraine, Mercedes’s grandmother walked in. At 85 she didn’t look a day older than 70, her skin a shiny deep chocolate colour with wrinkles caused by too many smiles and laughter, she was small and yet exuded an aura of importance and wisdom. Her eyes usually full of laughter and mischief were serious and full of questions. She sat on the rocking chair inane fixed her eyes on Mercedes, “tell me everything” her voice gentler than expected and Mercedes explained about the nightmares, the laughter, the fear and the feeling of being watched, old Lorraine listened her frown deepening until her brows seemed kitted together. Once Mercedes finished everyone was quite then Lorraine broke the silence. “her powers have flowered, very strong powers too it seems. And they couldn’t appear at a greater time. It seems evil is ahead and close”

“powers?” asked Mercedes 

“magical powers, premonition to be exact”

“our family is gifted sweetheart” her father said as if that would have made things more realistical.

Mercedes looked around the room her eyes settling on every member of her family and by their grave expressions on their faces she realised this was reality. She was a witch. 

“I can’t be a witch” said Mercedes trying to deny what she knew was the truth.

“focus on this apple” said Nikita placing an apple in front of her. “imagine it floating”

Mercedes did so and the apple vibrated ad then heavily lifted itself from the ground overinflated about half an inch from the floor before falling back down, magically.

“Oh my God” whispered Mercedes ” and everyone in this family can do it?” 

“In different ways” explained her father before flicking his index finger and making the apple float again, once the apple touched the floor again Kelly waved her hand delicately and the apple floated following her hands movements, the apple’s graceful dance was stopped by Nikita who called out apple and grabbed it as it floated in her outstretched palm, but as soon as it did it turned into white smoke and reappeared into Lorreine’s hand. “enough” she said with a smile “usually when a new witch shows her powers we celebrate, and as happy as I am that you have shown them I can’t help but worry. This laugh, it’s not in your head Mercedes, it’s warning you. The nightmares were visions, and the feeling of being watched its real, it sounds to me as if you were all very lucky tonight, whatever is after you must have not known about the other witches in the house” she explained.

“but what is it?” asked Mercedes and “what does it want?”

Her grandma’s expression became graver than before “I can’t be sure but it sounds like its a dark witch or a warlock if it’s male. And it wants your powers” 

 

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Assassin In Love – Ivan’s story part 3

That night my dreams were haunted by beautiful grey eyes and curls of red hair, I woke up still tired and gave myself a mental shake hoping it would help me to stop thinking about her. It didn’t. I showered and got ready for my jog, stuck my earphones in, turned the volume up and walked out of my house. I did a couple of stretches as I inhaled the crisp morning September air and then started my usual run, I debated with myself for about a moment torn between taking a new route in order to avoid going past Jasmine’s house or going past her house and look to see if maybe I could catch a glimpse through the window, very stalkerish and desperate I know, but as you can guess stalkerish and desperate won over righteous, so as you can imagine as I ran past her house I slowed down a couple of beats and casually glanced in the direction of her window, where I saw her practicing her yoga. Red hair in a bun on top of her head, back straight, balanced on her left leg, the right one bent to form a triangle leaning on the left knee, arms in front of her joined at the palms in a prayer like position, and eyes looking out the window taking in everything, yours truly included. She smiled at me and I casually smiled back and hurried along, embarrassed at being caught looking like a ’70s peeping tom. I finished my run and wondered whether I should get a treadmill instead of going out every morning, and being caught staring, I was making my way back home and I was determined not to look at her house, I succeeded and a triumphant smile played on my lips as I walked into my house. I picked up the post that had fallen on my floor and absently rifled through it throwing away the junk and adverts, but saving a takeaway menu from a new Chinese restaurant which had just opened not too far away. I like Chinese food and I was willing to give it a go. Just after the menu I saw a white envelope with my name written on the front in a neat cursive handwriting, no address, no postmark. Hand delivered. I opened it warily; it is 2012, who hand delivers? Thanks to texting, emailing, BBMing, whatsapping and all the other different messengers program now you could pass on a message with the touch of a button. No need to hand deliver. The only things I received hand delivered where info about the newest targets, and those came in think A4 brown envelopes, not small squared white one. As I said I was wary when I opened it but as I read it my wariness slipped away to be replaced by excitement, I re-read it to make sure I wasn’t daydreaming:

Hi Ivan,
Thank you so much for last night,
How about I offer you lunch as a real thank you?
Call me to arrange it
Jasmine

And next to her name was her number. I almost took my phone and dialled it right then and there, before realising how sad that would look, so I did what any guy would do. I put the note next to my phone in my room and went to have a shower to wash off the jog sweat off me. I emerged from my room a new man, showered, shaved and impeccable dressed. I called the number willing and waited; she picked up on the third ring.

“Hello?” her voice sounded cool and imperative
“Hi, it’s Ivan” I said hoping my voice didn’t betray my smile.
Her tone changed immediately to friendly and I could definitely hear a smile in her voice.
“Ivan, hi! You got my note I assume?”
“Yeah I did, but really you thanked me enough times” why did I just say that?!? I wanted lunch! Lunch meant spending time with her!
“I insist! I know this awesome Chinese place”
“I do like Chinese” I replied.
“Great, pick me up at 1:30, it’s not far we can walk from my house”
“Ok see you then”
“Bye” and then I heard a dialling tone.
So not only was she hot, determined and smart, she also liked Chinese…did she have no flaws? It was at this point that I remembered her one huge flaw. Her last name. Was I fraternising with the enemy? Nah, I was too focused for that, this was just a thank you lunch, I kept telling myself as I powered up my macbook and opened my email to find a message notifying me of a new target I had to take care of, and that I would receive the envelope, hand delivered that day.

New Dawn

The dawn of a new day I await,
A day where no child will cry in pain.
A day where no bullets will cut the air,
A day in which laughter will fill the air.
The time of a generation
Who lives as a unique nation.
To them war is just a word
A memory from long before.
So patiently I hope and wait for a new dawn.

Assassin in Love – Ivan’s story part 2

The party went by in a confused daze for me, I kept searching for her but at the same time I hoped I didn’t see her. And in between the searching and hoping I tried my hardest to listen to my family’s chit chats and to get involved into the celebrations, but try as I might I just couldn’t focus. She was a Mariani, our families had been enemies for generations, fighting for the biggest clients in our business, both families fighting for the title of best assassin of london. As all this was going through my mind, while listening to my sister re-tell the story of Ric’s proposal, holding a glass sparkly water I decided them and there, I did not want to see Jasmine again and I was going to forget about her. I smiled politely at my sister to make her think I was still listening, and the night went on. The guests left at about midnight and I was bidding my parents goodnight as the cleaners began clearing up the remains of the gathering, my father went straight to bed, he didn’t like to admit it but he wasn’t as fit as he used to be, he couldn’t work in the day, have a party and then sill have energy for catching up with anyone. My mother on the other hand was as life full as ever, a petite slender woman of 49, with a head full of black hair which was only just beginning to be streaked with grey and eyes as green as the valleys of fairytales, a picture of elegance and grace concealing wonderfully the deadly person she could be. Deadly as she might be though my mother had a good heart and wanted the best for her children, she cupped my
cheek as she reminded me of our plans for brunch in two days, a tradition that had started when I was a teen so that we could have a day every week where we just caught up with our family’s lives and just spent time together. She walked me to my car and waved to me as I drove away before going back into the house. The roads were quiet and as I was driving I turned up the radio letting the music take me and forgetting everything else happening outside my car, that is until I saw a car on the side of the A416. The roads were still empty and the hood of the car was lifted, I decided to help, so I parked behind it and as my shoe touched the tarmac the owner of the car, who had been hidden by the open hood stepped round, and as luck would have it it was Jasmine. She recognised me immediately and waved at me as I got out out of my car and hid my shock with a smile.
“Your car broke down?” I asked
“Yes, and I have no idea why. Do you know anything about fixing cars?” Her voice was full of hope.
“Not particularly but I can have a look for you” we went to the front of the car and I fidgeted around it a bit, the truth is I know nothing of cars and was just hoping it would fix itself, which of course didn’t happen.
“Have you called anyone?” I asked after giving up
“No I was about to call my brother, he’s a car fanatic, so he can fix it” she took put her phone and made the call, I could hear operator saying the phone was off as she run a hand thought her fire red hair. She looked so helpless, which I guess is what urged me to say. “Come on, I’ll drive you and we can pick your car up in the morning” she looked at me stunned “seriously?”
“Yes, now come on” I said leading the way. I know I wasn’t acting very politely but I was shocked at my own words, it was just a few hours ago I had promised myself I would forget her, nevertheless she locked up her car and followed me, I knew she had no choice, it was late and on the motorway. Not many ways out and she knew as well as i did that beggars can’t be choosers. She told me her address and I realised she didn’t live far from me, I said so out loud and she smiled “I know, you jog past my house everyday, while I do my yoga by the front window” how had I never seen her? “And we never bumped into each other? How odd” I said “life is odd Ivan” she said with a soft laugh. We drove with companionable talk and I found myself more relaxed than in could ever remember being. Her voice relaxed me, or maybe it was just knowing she was there. Whatever it was made my mood change once we reached her house, I didn’t want to leave her. She turned to me and fixed those steely grey eyes on me. “Thank you for driving me, I really appreciate it” “it was no big deal” I said my voice sounding strange to my ears, I couldn’t look away from her eyes, she smiled and jumped out of the car suddenly. “Thanks again” she said as she walked up the steps to her door and waved one last time before going in and closing the door. I wanted to drive away but instead I sat in my car looking at her house and seeing the lights go on through the windows, I just sat and stared unable to understand why I couldn’t look away. It took me a full 15 minutes before I gathered my wits and drove to my house just at the end of the road and I spent the rest of the night dreaming of the strength in those steely grey eyes.

Assassin in Love – Ivan’s story part 1

She was supposed to be my worst enemy, my rival and I was supposed to hate her with a vengeance, yet there I was saving her life by jumping on front of the bullet that surely would have killed her. My name is Ivan and this is the story of how I became an assassin in love.

As I said my name is Ivan. I’m 27 a man of few words and short temper, good looking of course and loyal to those who matter to me. Oh and I’m a professional assassin…hit man if you like. Basically people hire me to kill. It may sound like something out of a Hollywood movie but its real and it is a damn good money making business. My whole family is made up of assassins since the earliest generation I know of. Ok not my whole family, my sister Leah isn’t part of the business anymore, she always had this soft spot for humanity that the rest of our family since to lack and since she started dating her now future husband Ric she had quit, but no matter what she was always family, regardless of her choice of life. Sure it was hard at first, my father went ballistic, couldn’t believe his little princess was such a softie but he accepted it in the end, as I said she’s family, and to us family it’s a big deal. Anyway my story begins on a cool September night, at the family mansion. It was Leah’s engagement party and everyone that was someone in our line of work was there, even our rivals, mostly out of respect. I walked in late after finishing an assignment and was making my way through the crowd in order to get upstairs and change and that’s when I saw her. She was standing across the room, holding an empty glass and talking to my mother Rita, she was stunning. Her red hair pinned up into an elegant style, her gold dress hugging her soft curves and highlighting her chocolate complexion, she wa beautiful, but there was something else about her, something special that drew me in. She emanated life and risk and I couldn’t stop staring at her, that is until my father put his hand on my shoulder and said to me “go get changed son. Before your mother and sister see you out of your suit” I smiled and made my way up the stairs, willing myself not to look back at her. I showered and changed into the suit my mother had laid out for me, it was elegant and sleek, I looked like a younger James Bond. As I left the room going through my phone trying to find my cousin James’s number I wasn’t paying attention to where in was going and walked into someone at the top of the stairs, I looked up started and there she was, the beauty of earlier. “Sorry I wasn’t looking where I was going” she said and her voice was like music to my ears, “it’s ok, I wasn’t paying attention either. I’m Ivan” I said holding my hand out, she took it into her soft slender hand and said “Jasmine” she smiled then as an arm went gruffly around my shoulder, it was James. “Sorry to interrupt, but I need you Ivan” he said with laughter in his voice. She smiled and excused herself, James looked playfully at me as he said “fraternising with the enemy are we?” I looked at him baffled “what?” he jerked his chin towards the direction that Jasmine had took, “Jasmine Mariani duh, anyway let’s go downstairs before your sister starts killing again and begins with us” he said pulling me after him. I was in so much shock I couldn’t even answer, I was still trying to process the fact that the girl I was lusting after was THE Jasmine Mariani, one of the best assassins in london and none other than the granddaughter of Alessandro Mariani, the head of our rival family.

Assassin in Love – Ivan’s story PREVIEW

She was supposed to be my worst enemy, my rival and I was supposed to hate her with a vengeance, yet there I was saving her life by jumping on front of the bullet that surely would have killed her. My name is Ivan and this is the story of how I became an assassin in love.

Assassin in Love – Leah’s story Finale

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I spent the whole night awake trying to calm myself down, telling myself I could have lost it in the restaurant, or in the street. It was possible, but deep down I knew that’s not what had happened and I knew it meant I was screwed. The ringing of my phone nearly caused me to have a heart attack, I looked at the screen “Ric” great, just great. I took a deep breath and picked it up:
“Hello?”
“Hey Leah it’s me” he sounded normal so maybe everything was going to be ok.
“Hi, how are you?”
“I’m ok, just left a crime scene, remember that guy we saw on your tv? The one I said was from the cafe?” I silently prayed he wasn’t handling that case,
“Yes I do, vaguely” I tried to sound normal,
“I’m handling it and just wanted to tell you, it’s a big case, big news”
“Very big news, well done” I actually sounded excited for him
“Hey did you find your necklace?” To this day I have no idea how my heart didn’t stop at that question, I had to lie. “Yeah I did. My cousin borrowed it and I forgot”
“Oh ok that’s good, I have to go now, I’ll speak to you soon” then the line went dead.
He must have found it, there was no other explanation, he knew. At this point I didn’t feel sad, I just felt numb. Like my emotions had suddenly shut down, I felt no sadness or fear. I was like a shell, I wasn’t afraid of prison I could handle that, but the fact that Ric would hate me for the rest of his life was embedded in my mind, I sat on my floor for hours just staring at the wall feeling nothing, next thing I knew the sun had set and someone was pounding on my door, i opened it and found Ric standing there. He walked in and shut the door, his whole body language screamed anger and I knew it was directed at me. “How could you? And don’t even try to deny anything, I found your necklace! I should never have trusted you, you killed David just like you killed Carl Matthews! Why did you lie?”
At this point I broke down and didn’t care about the consequences anymore, I told him the truth. “What was I supposed to do?” I screamed “I’m an assassin that is who I am! I was hired to do a job and I did it even though I hate it I did it! But I did not kill Carl!” He just looked at me like he hasn’t seen me before “hired? What are you talking about? And what do you mean you didn’t want to do it?”
“I mean exactly what I said, you think I like killing people? You think it doesn’t break my heart doing it? I don’t know anything else in life, I was brought up to do this and only this, so go on arrest me, I have done my job now you do yours” I was dejected, the tears now falling freely from my eyes tasted salty on my lips, I couldn’t look at him, I was so ashamed of being me and doing what I did, I turned to the wall and heard footsteps going towards the door, “I need to think” he whispered before closing the door behind him. Once again I ended up on the floor, my back against the wall, and this time in was crying, holding my head in my hands, sobs wracking my body, the tears falling on the floor like a broken tap. And the sound of my sons reverberated trough the house, a sound full if the desperation and heartache I felt, eventually I fell asleep on the floor.
I woke up disoriented, the sun was still down and I remembered everything. I stood up, I knew I was going down but I would be damned if I went down looking like crap. I pulled myself together cleaned up and got dressed, then sat on my sofa waiting. The time was 5:12. I just sat thinking of all the people I had killed, I remembered every single face, it hurt but I fired myself to think of their families, I deserved this pain. I deserved so much worse. The sun was coming up now and I turned away from it, the beauty of if a contrast to the ugliness of my life.

I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right. He was standing there looking at me and even though I knew he was here to arrest me I couldn’t help but know that I loved him with all my being and I always would. “Do your job inspector Martinez” I said sadly, and put my hands out for the handcuffs. “Actually, it’s just me Martinez and I’m kind of unemployed” he said with a loop-sided grin, I couldn’t believe my ears. “Excuse me?” I must have heard wrong. He took hold of my hands, “I quit, I can’t turn you in, I love you Leah, I always will regardless of what you have done” I looked into his eyes and saw so much love in them, “am I dreaming?” I asked, he chucked “I hope not” I smiled “you love me?” I had to make sure “more than anything in this world” “I love you too” I said and he held me in his arms tight sighting “I am so glad you do” then he pushed me away softly and reached into his pocket, take this, we can’t have you getting arrested” he handed me my necklace, I took it and grabbed his hand, “lets take a drive” I said, closing the door and dragging him along, we got in my car and I didn’t answer his question “you’ll see” I said. We drove all the way to south bank, Ric must have realised what I planned as he smiled at me and held me tight as we looked out towards the body of water in front of us, he kissed my cheek as he said whenever you are ready, I smiled at him as I put my arm back and threw the necklace as far into the water as I could, and with it I threw away my past.

A year later:
The colosseum stood tall in front of me and it looked absolutely beautiful under the starlit sky of a July night in Rome. I leaned back my head in Ric’s chest, standing behind me and I smiled at the perfectness and beauty of this moment, I felt rather than heard Ric take a deep breath before he whispered in my ear “marry me” I turned surprised and not sure i heard right, I looked into his deep brown eyes as he took a small box out of his pocket and then got on one knee, on the cobblestones street of Rome, with other tourists and locals looking on. “I love you Leah, and I want to be with you, and nothing would make me happier than to be able to call you my wife. Will you marry me?” I thought my chest would burst with happiness and love as I whispered “yes” and he put the ring on my finger and hugged me right and spun me to the glee of whistling and clapping onlookers. He looked deep into my eyes “you’ll marry me?” He asked again and I smiled with all the joy I felt as I said the words I knew in was born to say “yes I’ll marry you”

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