Genevieve Queen is your shy and everyone's favorite girl that she masterfully pretends to be and her act is quite deceiving to the naked eye. Fooling and seduction is an art that she excels at and why wouldn't she. She's the notorious and ruthless a...
I stare at my reflection in the bathroom mirror, thinking about my life and what I had just committed. It's wrong, but it's also too damn tempting and fun with all the specks of blood embellishing my fair skin, the crimson fluid dripping down my slender fingertips.
Marco Pírez was an easy kill tonight. The man had a gun, but couldn't use it because he was too occupied gawking up and down my half naked body. I hate this job, but I also love it too damn much. Seducing and throwing them into my trap empowers me beyond belief, but their lusty, vicious eyes and filthy, groping hands disgusts me which only makes my kill easier.
I wasn't always like this. I was a good girl who couldn't even think about hurting a little bug, let alone killing men for living and money, loads of it to be exact.
My mom passed away from cancer when I was only eight and dad's way out was trying to make his kids the best so they can get the best and be the best. I had two older brothers, twins, Jason and Jackson.
I was twenty when they died from an assassination. The assassin left a note that still haunts me to this day, yet it motivates me to go out every night and look for that imbecile who ruined my family, killing everyone in it.
To whom this may concern,
Sorry for your loss but it really wasn't a loss to this world. The two young men of your family put this on themselves and they paid for it with their lives.
Ace.
That's all I got from the small letter. I was left all alone. My brothers, my rocks were gone and took my dad along with them which swirled revenge into my hardened brain and heart. I began training as an assassin and did that until I was ready to get down on the field, getting hired as a contract assassin by anyone with money.
My loyalty lies with money and it always will. Highest bidder gets the trophy.
The training and loss of my family all in one day fucked with my sanity. I turned cold without even knowing about it. I don't smile genuinely. I barely talk to anyone, and when I see blood, that's when a satisfying smile flies on my face. The good things about this is, one, I forget about my problems, and two, it's a lot of money that I can fulfill all my expensive desires with.
Darcella. That's what the monsters know me as, and Genevieve is what the others call me.
My burner phone rings, forcing me to run back into my room and pick it up immediately. "Speak!" I demand.
"Is this Darcella?" The man's deep voice echoes into my ear before I grunt to imply that he had the right person. "I have a job for you. I'll pay you two thousand dollars for it."
"I need details."
"How do I send them to you?"
"Message them to me on this number along with a picture of the victim and your job will be done," I say confidently and plop down onto my bed.
"Fine!" He agrees nonchalantly. "How do I pay you?"
"I'll give you an account number and you may transfer the money to it." I sigh, cracking my tired neck that strained from killing Marco earlier tonight. "If you don't make the payment on time, just know that I know how to kill."
"That won't be necessary." He speaks authoritatively, an undertone of anger flashing within. "You do your job, you get the money. I keep true to my word."
"And so do I," I retort curtly with a raise of my voice. "I'll hold my end of the bargain and you hold yours."
"You have two months to get the job done." He commands like he's the damn boss around here. "If you fail, I'll hire an assassin to end you. Are we clear?"
"Don't threaten me," I hiss through the phone. "I will do my job."
"Good. We'll talk soon." With that being said, the rude motherfucker hung up on me like a little bitch.
A few minutes later, the burner phone dings in my hands. I slide on the notification and open up the the email. Clicking on the attached file, I tap it open and review it.
Allistair Vanfossen. Age 28, three years older than me. CEO of Vanfossen industries.
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Looks like a dick which only makes it easier for me to kill. As usual, I have to get close to the guy and see if he actually deserves to be dead. I'm almost nearing my half century with kills and each one was worth it considering they were all disgusting men. I smirk to myself thinking about getting to carve this man up. This should be fun.
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Waking up, my blue eyes are the victims to the sunlight that pierces through my pupils at an unbelievable rate. I groan and sit against my headboard, opening my laptop up immediately. I literally dozed off last after the sickening kill and scanning over the new target. Now it's time to figure out how to get close to him. A man of his position is bound to be on the web, so time to search.
Clicking open his website, I scroll and look for something useful and voila! There it is. An opening for his secretary. Haven't played this role before, but it should be easy with my business degree. Hopefully, that works here.
Immediately calling the number on the screen, I wait for someone to pick up. "This is Stephanie Phillips from the Vanfossen Industries. How may I help you?"
"Hello!" I pitch my voice up and continue. "This is Genevieve Queen and I was wondering if the opening for the secretary job is still vacant."
"I apologize, but we have gotten many resumes already." Her voice cracks for a second while shuffling sounds in the background, like papers being pushed around.
"Oh," I lace my voice with extreme disappointment and sadness that always seems to get the job done. "Can you maybe look over my resume and see for yourself?"
She hums, pondering deeply for a few seconds before she speaks back up again. "I could perhaps add you in. You would just have to email me your resume and if Mr. Vanfossen thinks you're a good candidate for that position, then I'll get back to you with an interview."
Bingo! "Thank you so much! I'll send it right away."
"You're welcome. Have a nice day." She says and hangs up.
Smirking to myself, I click of the files saved as resumes in my laptop. I have multiple resumes in here for all possible roles I'd have to play and they always come in hand. I have setups and realistically fake documents to back my resumes up so that no one can call me out. Tapping on the secretary one, I scan my eyes over it to make sure everything is clear before emailing it to the woman.
Job done! Time to kill someone.
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That was the first chapter. I hope it was intriguing enough to motivate you guys to read more.
The chapters will get longer progressively, so don't worry.
