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PREVIEW: "I would back up if I were you...as to not ruin that pretty little night gown", I warned while the barrel of my pistol looked down at her husband's head. She glanced at me and fearfully looked down at her naked feet. "Now which one of you hit Max?" They remained silent and that pissed me off even more. "Since everyone appears to be mute and useless, I might as well kill you both; pick who goes first or I will." I quickly pulled out my knife and threw it towards the woman using my left hand; it missed her head by a mere two inches. From where I stood, I could almost taste the fear that radiated from her. "Now that I've demonstrated my seriousness, I expect some answers in a timely manner." I was very rational when need be. "I...I didn't mean to hit hi-", Darrel began, But I had already made my choice; therefore he was useless to me and regardless of how he would plead for his life, one of us wasn't going to make it out alive. "Well that's a nice sentiment but you won't be around to touch any one anymore, not even that beautiful wife of yours". An evil smirk plastered on my face. Without restraint I pulled the trigger, the weapon adjusted in my hand. Power coursed through my veins as I felt no remorse as usual. Specks of blood covered my face and shirt. Witnessing the assassination of her husband, the wife began to weep; "you'll pay for this", she whispered through gritted teeth. SUMMARY: Zena Carter has always been a troubled soul. Born and raised with a desperate need for all the wrong kinds of love. Her past is far too murky and her secrets are locked deep within her heart. After finding out that she was expecting; she had a choice to make. After all, having a baby by a man ten years her senior was not ideal considering that she was an assassin for hire. To add insult to injury, she discovered that her supposed lover is also a... FOR MATURE AUDIENCES ONLY (18+ advised)
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Chapter 1 - CALL ME ANNA

"You can call me Anna", I smirked at the stranger.

He took a seat next to me, our knees touched as he attempted to meet my golden eyes. Realizing who he was gave me the sense of relief that I was looking for. I needed the courage for what I was about to do next.

"So Anna...how come I have never seen you around here before? I would certainly remember...such gorgeous features", The man gently raised my chin so that I could gaze into his grey eyes.

I shifted in my seat and turned to face the bar. 'This is going to be a fun night', I thought.

"Well I'm only here for one night...I have some business in town", I mirrored his cadence.

He sipped on his dark liquor; his eyes darting at my exposed neck. I decided to give him a closer look as I leaned over allowing my presence to overwhelm him.

"Tempting isn't it?" I whispered in a sultry voice. His ear burned red as he looked down my blouse and the sweet smell of my perfume took over his senses.

"Gorgeous and smart, how did I get so lucky?" The man reached for my bangs and attempted to move my hair over my ears; instead I took a hold of his hand to gently redirect him. His hands grazed the ruffles that graced my chest as I lowered them.

I took a sip from my mocktail and grinned, "Must be fate".

After a few drinks and more corny pickup lines, his speech began to be affected and he was obviously a bit tipsy. I looked towards the door and there were three security guards heading towards us. The small room filled up quickly as more and more people entered the hotel bar.

"Come on baby, why don't we head to your suite? There's no reason why the fun should end just yet", I suggested.

"I wouldn't have it any other way", he agreed.

He grabbed my hand and led us past the security guards--waving them off. Once we finally made it up the stairs and around the corner to his room; I felt his calloused hands on my waist, slightly pushing me towards the door. I pretended as if I was intoxicated, waiting for my queue. In the meantime, I placed some sweet kisses along his neck, jawline and cheek while he attempted to unlock the door.

"huh um", I moaned as we barged into his hotel room. I landed on the couch and felt my purse slip down my shoulder; instinctively I grabbed it before it hit the floor.

Several minutes passed before he stopped me.

"Hum Darling, why don't we take a break and...I can prepare us a meal? You'll need the energy I promise", He slurred as we broke apart.

'He cooks?'

He stood up and left me sitting on the couch looking around the room. Something wasn't right here, I could feel it. I reached for my purse and it was no where to be found.

"Oh no"

"no no no"

"crap", I muttered.

All of the sudden, I look up to see my target holding my dainty -seemingly harmless- purse.

"Looking for this? Get up and drop your backup piece, the one that's strapped to your inner thigh."

I slowly reached for my right thigh and...

BANG

...

"That was a warning shot, don't play with me. I meant your left thigh and give me that knife on the right too", He calmly added. I obeyed his requests only to be grabbed and tossed back on the couch. He tied my hands behind my back and proceeded to place the nozzle of the pistol to my head.

"You know on normal occasions this would be a turn on", I joked.

He just stared at me for a few seconds.

"You're in no position to be making jokes; besides, the only reason you're still alive is because I want to know who sent you." He grabbed my arm even tighter, making me wince.

"Haaah! well then I guess we're in for a truly spectacular night", I breathlessly uttered.

He probably realized that torturing me would not be very effective. As a last resort he just decided to tie me down to a chair. Although, he did make one grave mistake.

He began to untie my hands in an attempt to place me on the chair. "You know normally I'd take you out on a date before trying bondage", He winked at me.

'this guy cannot be serious'

I waited for him to untie me and until his face was close enough for me to use my forehead to knock him off balance. Our foreheads connected, he jumped back in pain and I used my momentum to push him over the glass table with my elbow. While his guard was down, I took that as an opportunity to make my move. I pulled out my last hidden knife and stuck it in his neck.

"Amateur", I grunted.

His blood stained the grey carpeting as it passed through my hands. I'd had so much blood on my hands from my past, this was nothing. I retrieved my knife -wiping it on his shirt.

"I always knew this necklace was special."

It was a gift that has saved my life many times, some might even call it my lucky charm.

I flipped the knife back into its beautiful shape (a leaf necklace). I collected my things and called for cleanup. My job was officially done. Right before I reached the threshold, I heard Nolan's voice come through my earpiece.

"Nice work Zee now get outta there. The cameras are about to be reactivated soon. Get out of sight."

All I needed to do now was find an exit and make a clean, inconspicuous get away. I maneuvered my way down to the stairs avoiding camera's and staff. I disguised myself as much I as I can using borrowed clothing from the laundry room and found an exit that led to the employee parking lot.

As I walked down the alley to the parking lot, I began to feel uneasy. Everything I had consumed from the event came back up, I felt nauseas and light headed. I quickly got it together and managed to get to my vehicle.

"I think it's time I retire", I whispered.