If Only..(Part 1 And Part 2 Included)(Under Edit)

Chapter 1- The Killer

(Present):

Valencia, Spain

"OK, you got your gears on?"

" Check!"

"Remember, out of 5 minutes you just have 3 minute left in your hand, get it done fast. We can't give them the benefit of doubt."

"I won't even require 3."

The man on the other side, let out a short chuckle, "Anyway, From my side, security systems hacked, alarm disarmed, silencer installed."

" I am going in"

"....Be careful!"

"hm."

As the minute hand of the flashy watch, hit 27 minutes at an hour of 22, she sprayed the last spray of perfume over her collar bone and looked at her reflection on the mirror. The quirky design of the lingerie, added to the bloody red fabric, accentuated her curves, and her skin, enough to make anyone fall head over heels looking at her. A smirk curved over her lips. She turned her heel and walked out of the washroom.

As, she crossed the threshold, the illumination suddenly deemed, making her take an extra effort to adjust her eyes to the sudden change. In contrast to the bright yellow light of the washroom, the bedroom was dimly lit with a orange shade. More than the sexy ambience, it was a good cover. Nice!

She scanned through the dimension of the room till her eyes fell on Mr. Collins in his sixties standing against the glass window, in a robe whose color was similar to his grey hair. She cleared her throat, which made him turn towards her. As their eyes met, the coldness in his hazel eyes altered with a lust. He did a scan from her toes to her eyes and his lips curved up into a devilish grin.

Without breaking the eye contact, he picked up two already served glasses of sparkly champagne and took slow strides towards her. Even though, due to his age his movement were wobbly but the fetish registered over his face was fresh and fierce.

Although she had a determined expression registered over her face, but inside, her heart was hammering against her chest. Being completely ace in her job, she still could not waive off the fear of the odds.

He killed the gap between them in no time. Keeping a straight, fetish devoured stare into her eyes, he picked up one glass of champagne and poured half of it over her bare collar bones making her shudder in her place. She closed her eyes to compose her pounding heart and looked back at him, mirroring his lust. He lips curved up further into a grin, assuming the effect he was having over her.

With a smirk, she accepted one of the glasses from him and poured all of it on the floor. As, he watched it all, marveling the stunning beauty in front of him, she pinned herself to him and crashed her lips onto his. He mirrored. In the fight for domination, she twirled him and pinned him against the wall. She let her hands travel from the back of his ears, to his neck till she reached the hem of the robe. With an aggressive impact she pulled apart the robe, leaving the old man bare chested.

As, the old man shut his eyes, she lowered her tempo. Slowly taking off one of the hands from the man's torso, she took her time, to slip out the little knife from the thick bronze bracelet curled over her either hand. After taking a brief moment, tightening her grip over the knife, she shoved it through the bare torso of the man. A yelp escaped his mouth. She took a few steps away from him, while he kept staring at her in disbelief. Letting out a chuckle of victory, she stabbed him for the second time and his eyes balled out.

She struggled to twirl him towards the bed and gave him a light push making him collapse over the bed.

Gasping for breath, he craned up his head to now see her aiming a gun straight to his head. The lust and submissiveness in the eyes of the woman was gone. All that remained was a coldness and determination.