A beautiful girl rode on a horse gracefully. Her black long hair danced with the wind as she skilfully rode on the horse. Dressed in brown skinny pants and black boots reaching up to her mid-leg accompanied by a white verse.
She looked breathtaking and the man who was busy watching her lusted in fantasyland.
The landscape was vast, and the range looked beautiful but the presence of a beautiful damsel riding a horse gracefully made the beautiful scenery unnoticed.
She came closer to the man, who had lost a few hairs from his head as a result of aging. She stopped close to him and he stood beside her, almost drooling at her sight.
His eyes filled with desire he stretched out his hand and touched the horse.
" I like the way you ride, I like the way you smell. " he took a deep breath, taking in all her scent while closing his eyes. " I like your curves and glow. Your blue eyes are so captivating. They tear right through my soul and all I can see is you riding over me, "
He stretched out his hand in an attempt to touch her butt and the next thing, he was on the ground and a gun pointed at him.
" You'll have to like the way you'll die easily by my hands, Oldhag," she said with a devilish smirk.
Before he could spell ' Jack', she shut him in the chest. The 60-year-old man coughed out his last blood.
" Who paid you to do this? " he asked, struggling between life and death.
" Not important. But you can tell the devil, Ivy Warren, did a perfect job," she informed him, with a satisfied smile. " And off you go! " she shut him again in the same position.
The old guy breathed his last and finally gave up. Ivy watched him struggle with a smile on her face.
" I gotta confess, you are a feisty little old guy. What a waste of slugs, one was enough, " She said sounding a bit pissed she wasted the last bullet.
She was brought up to not have second thoughts about killing the people she was paid to. This happens to be her first paid assignment, though she had been assisting some people in completing their assignments.
As a contract killer, the age to start taking paid assassin jobs was 21 and she couldn't break that rule, no matter how skilled she was in the game.
She pulled out her phone and made a call.
The receiver answered in the fourth ring. " Emilio is on Broadway, straight to hell, Master, " she informed with a smirk.
" Leave the body there. I trust you did a clean job" the receiver said indifferently.
" Spotless, "
" Return to the headquarters, "
She hung up and hopped on her horse. She felt so indifferent about the dead body on the ground, that she just smiled at it and rode off.
She felt like she was gradually becoming who her father wanted her to be. The sanguinary feeling her father told her about was the best feeling ever.
"Master," she greeted stepping into her father's office.
A classic place, looking so beautiful and welcoming. But the activities of this place were not a beautiful one.
" Paycheck sent. Congratulations Saint, you made your first millions" Don Carlos said as she stepped in. He had given her the name 'Saint' because of her deceitful looks.
"Thank you, Master." She sat down on the chair opposite him.
Don Carlos turned his chair around with a pipe in his mouth. He puffed on it and smiled at his now grown-up daughter. He was satisfied with the person she was becoming. But he dared not show it, that's why he gave her employee treatment.
" How do you feel? "
Ivy was shocked at first to hear her Father ask her this question. Even when he requests she kills her cat as a birthday present to him. He didn't ask how she felt after doing so, he instead punished her for the mistakes she had made.
" The same way you felt when you took your first life," she said with a smile.
" You have to admit the sanguinary feeling is the best. "
" Can't say, Master. My feelings are limited, "she seconded looking at the photo of her grandfather on the wall.
Silence permitted the room after her words. Her father was gradually looking like her grandfather, he was starting to lose some hair; his face had grown some rickles, and traces of gray hair were very much visible on his hair.
She turned her attention to the picture of her grandparents and a smile appeared on her face, she quickly changed her facial expression. Her grandparents looked good together, the smile on their faces was proof they were a happy family.
In the portrait; her grandma sat on the chair while her grandpa stood behind her with his free hand on her shoulder and the other in his trouser pocket. Her grandmother raised her hand to hold that of her husband while looking into his eyes.
"Don't ever think of being like him." Ivy was busy admiring what a lovely couple they were when her father's words made her realize she was with him.
"Why, Master?" she asked, looking away. She didn't meet any of her grandparents.
" He was the best contract killer this family ever produced but he let his love for her kill him. He died out of love" Don Carlos had to be a freak for smiling while talking about his father.
" You mean grandma?" Ivy was a bit confused about what he was talking about.
" One thing with the contract killers in this family, they all die as a result of one little emotion." he changed his countenance to a frown.
" What's that?"
" 'Love' my pearl. They don't die by the sword or gun they kill by but by a stupid emotional feeling called 'Love'!" he got up and walked to the window with his pipe in hand. " I broke that curse and it has to end with him."
He let the words sink into her head. He understood that she was beginning to understand some certain lessons he taught her and probably why he made her kill the cat.
" Do you miss them?" Ivy had to ask. She knows her father to be heartless but she just wanted to know if, in that stone heart, there is a little life.
" The Dead have been buried and what connection do I have with what's forgotten? He died with the curse and I cleansed myself from the generational curse." he sensed what her intentions were. He is Don Carlos Warren, and he knows exactly what is running through her mind.
He walked back to his seat and took out a picture from his drawer. He tossed it towards Ivy and she picked it up and looked at it keenly.
" Your next target." he puffed on his pipe with a scowl. " You should complete it by 9 pm today. Every detail is in the brown envelope on your bed."
" Isn't it too early for another kill, Master?" Ivy asked with a sarcastic smile.
" The world is a wicked place and everyone has an enemy. Kill before you get killed."
" Enough reasons why I have to do unto others before they do unto me," Ivy responded indifferently
" The only problem you have now is; lying there in that stone heart of yours, is life. You need to kill it before the curse affects you."
Ivy knew what he meant and was willing to kill every atom of life in her heart. The world is a cruel place where all one needs is to guard one's life. And she had grown to love her life over every other.
" Be prepared to kill at any time. Because you were born with enemies surrounding you already. And today you made your own enemy." That was the consequence of being born into a family of contract killers, the Warren family was known for its long line of great assassins.
" I became prepared the same day she left me with you," she said with furrowed brows and narrowed eyes.
" Do you miss her?"
" People who have never existed shouldn't matter to us. I don't know who you are talking about." She said with a fierce look.
Ivy hated the very thought of her mother. Don Carlos nodded his head in satisfaction with her response.
" Get a bottle, let's celebrate forgotten people in our lives." He ordered and Ivy did as told.
She got a bottle of red wine from his wine cabinet alongside two glasses.
She opened up the bottle and served both his glass and hers.
" A toast to forgotten people," Don Carlos said, raising his glass and Ivy clicked on it. " Forgotten memories have nothing in common with the last two Warren blood left."
" We are free from the ancestral curse," she responded coldly.
They both drank to her words. Don Carlos looks at her while she is busy going through the photos he had given to her.
" Why does he have to die?" she asked, taking a closer look at the guy in the photo who looked almost of the same age group as her father.
" He's running for the upcoming senatorial campaign. Guess his opponent feels threatened."
"The cruelty and selfishness of this world is increasing my paycheck." she smiled viciously.
" Kill anyone who stands in your way of achieving your dreams."
Ivy frowned while finishing up the wine in her glass. " Fortunately, I don't have dreams."
This is the longest she had been with her father apart from being on the training ground. Their conversations were just brief, full of commands and ' yes master'.
" I need to prepare for the next show," she said standing up. Permission to leave, Master? "
" Granted, "
She left the office and her father's face changed to a sorrowful one." I'm sorry My precious pearl, the curse can't be broken. But I'll do all I can to make sure you end the curse"
She walked into her bedroom feeling a bit excited about her next mission. She has grown to love it after she heard the story of her great-grandfather. Who has been the greatest assassin of all time, assassinating a monarch without any trace?
She picked up the brown envelope and opened it. She meticulously read through the information pacing from one end to the other.
According to the file, the aspiring Senatorial candidate, Giovanni Ghebre was to be at a famous hotel in town. His mission there was unknown, so Ivy was left with the task of finding out his mission there and executing him in his hotel room.
" This is going to be fun! " she said when she read about him being a casa nova.
She tossed the paper on the bed and ran into her bathroom to freshen up.
She came out of her room dressed in a raspberry-red short gown, barely covering her mid-thighs. She wore a black high-heeled Gladiator to compliment the tight-fit gown that stuck to her body bringing out her curves and hips. Her makeup was a soft touch-up. She needed the innocence in her blue eyes to play a part in the mission. She let her long black hair fall to her back not tying it up as usual, with a raspberry lipstick to compliment her dress.
When she walked downstairs the maids were surprised seeing her dressed up beautifully.
With a black bag in her hand, she walked out without saying a word to them. She barely talked to them.
She packed her in the hotel's parking lot but didn't step out. She watched as the senator drove in but didn't step out immediately. As suspected, he had bodyguards. But she was prepared for anything.
She stepped out, making sure the senator saw her perfectly well. She walked majestically heading towards the doorway of the hotel.
" Who is she? " The Senator asked his guards.
" No idea Senator, " one of the hefty-looking men said.
" Bring her to me, " he commanded, using the private door left for men of high class like him.
" On it, Senator. " the man who spoke earlier bowed his head in response.
He ran up to Ivy, stopping her from getting in." Excuse me, Miss, "
Ivy pretended as though she didn't hear him." Excuse me, Miss. " he caught up to her.
" Good evening sir, anything?" She asked innocently.
"Senator Giovanni Ghebre wants to have a word with you, Miss".
" I'm here to meet my boyfriend. Not your Senator," she said with disdain in her voice.
" I'm sorry, but your opinion doesn't count. The Senator will have his way, your boyfriend can wait." the guard retorted with a tone of finality.
" Are you going to take me against my will?"
" If you don't comply,"
" Well, I don't!"
The guard tapped his fingers and two other men came and stood behind him. " Then I guess, I've got no choice but to use force."