Chapter 01

Karen Bass

I was raised and trained to be one of the finest elite class one assassin soldiers.

The type that gets rid of problems that are getting in the way of some important business, my services are requested, I go there and execute the problem once and for all.

For many I became known as a mysterious assassin that until now not even the CIA and Interpol, managed to get their hands on I have many names: Jéssica de Sá, Laurent Smith, gloria verena, and now the newest death mermaid, due to my training I am very fast and smart, I don't leave a trace or clue of anything, nor do I want a proof, nothing that can be left behind and incriminate me, even why!

If there is no evidence, there is no crime.

I'm not a person who has many friends on the contrary I like to be alone I don't trust anyone other than my tutor named Clark who was my mentor and coach.

In all my training to become what I am today, he was the only one who managed to make me speak, after being shocked by the death of my parents, it was in him that I trusted even if I distrusted, and I have him as a friend, because he created to be the best, taught me everything I needed to learn.

I'm one of the best elite assassins in the organization I work for someone I don't know;

more than funded my studies and education, and my trainings to have my services later in the future as payment.

I don't know him, I just know that this man is called a great father, as he is the head of the organization.

Everything I am today is part of that training, I became someone cold and maybe even lonely and friendless, a very antisocial type, I can't stand being surrounded by people even when I'm in the barracks of losth where she was raised with other kids turned elite assassins like me.

I always hear the laughs and whispers with mockery about me, the famous anti social, but I really don't care, I pretend it's not me that doesn't affect me and falls between us!

Doesn't affect me at all...

I don't trust anyone in this place but Clark, nor am I the type who needs friends, as he himself says: sometimes your own friend stabs you in the back without you expecting it." Even if every now and then that phrase brings me some familiar memory. At this moment I find myself watching my next victim from the window of this expensive hotel. I need to eliminate this guy who has been delaying the progress of an important company in North America, I am monitoring his every step, from Chicago I will act at the right time, without attracting the attention of the security guards that surround him on all sides, first I'm studying a good way to execute it, without causing any kind of noise.

I'm just buying time as I clean one of my pistols, hear my cell phone ring and watch the screen with the name: Clark Lewis call, I answer on the third ring and hear him sigh in relief commenting.

"Oh, by heavens!"

I thought you weren't going to answer that shit Karen!

This mission is taking way too long, it's been five days today, and it still hasn't cleared this one, man, what's the problem anyway?

“No, there's no problem!

You know I like to do everything right, without leaving a trace of any crime against me.

I hear him take a deep breath and respond with sarcasm.

"Of course, I forgot that you're already an adult and you know how to fend for yourself!"

All right, when you're done, meet me at that old cottage that used to take you when you were little.

— I'll be there in two days, see you soon!

I turn off my cell phone without letting Clark finish saying anything, I hate it, this habit of his, worrying about everything related to me sometimes irritates me.

I went back to cleaning my babies and I'm wondering which one I'm going to blow this idiot's head with?

Who's having fun with the two bitches in his room at the moment, I'm finishing loading the bullets into my pistol to get into action.

I start to put on my black combat clothes and put my hood on my head so they don't recognize my face. to the room of the man who is in a really crazy vibe with one of the bitches who, and blonde, I'm going to let him have the last orgasm of his life.

It would be too bad not to let him have his last pleasure before he dies, as it will be the last thing he will do in his life, when the two cows go to the bathroom I stepped in and pulled the grille on the ventilation tube silently without making a sound. and I aimed my pistol, shooting him in the head and then I give him about 4 more shots in his chest, to make sure he died, as my gun has a silencer everything gets easier there is no way to hear the shots, after the service performed I go back up and I close the ventilation grill  watching the two women come back from the bathroom and when one of them, seeing the bloody dead body on the bed, screams desperately, a smile of duty fulfilling and satisfaction appears on my lips.

I get out of there as quickly as possible, returning to my room with the cleanest face I have, as if nothing had happened.

I put my clothes back in the suitcase and head to the bathroom taking a shower and return to the bedroom putting on my clothes and laying on my bed quietly.

I don't remember exactly what time I fell asleep, but I know I slept like a rock, because I didn't care about anything, I'm already used to this type of work for me, it's normal.

It's like any other service, I didn't even pay attention to the movement of the hotel outside!

I just took a shower and ordered my breakfast in the room, after I was dressed I took a sip of coffee, while I turned on the TV.

To know the local news and there was the headline in the paper.

"William Valente was murdered last night in a luxury hotel in Moscow! And they still haven't found the killer, there's no clue about the crime committed."

I smirk and think: and you won't even find your idiots, I'm good at what I do"... I finish my coffee and get ready to leave the hotel on the way out I see a crowd of reporters at the reception wanting to know more about the death of dude, put on my glasses and go out unnoticed like a simple guest, which is great! I hail a cab and head to the airport, but first I text Clark.

Karen: Job done!

My dear...

Clark: I saw it on TV this morning!

Good girl now come home.

I bet for sure that Clark will prepare something to celebrate, another job done.

I buy my ticket and head to the snow, already at the airport I call a taxi and ask him to take me to the chalet, my cheeks are pink from the cold.

I open the door and soon find him sitting in an armchair with a mug of hot chocolate in his hands, and when he sees me he smiles and comments.

- Our!

Finally, miss, chocolate?

He calmly gets up and walks towards me.

- Of course yes!

You know this is my favorite drink.

"If I didn't know you well enough!"

Sometimes I would even believe that one, your little angel face, which doesn't even look like an elite assassin… - Clark arches his eyebrows ironically.

I walk up to him and give him a shove and take the mug out of his hand answering him.

"Don't abuse my patience!"

You know I'm not kidding.

- Stay calm!

I don't want to abuse her just you, I miss you for over a month since I've seen you.

- He looks at me maliciously, while I sit in the old armchair and caress my forehead and I replied tiredly.

"I know, I've been working too hard!"

But do what?

Who's in charge is the boss there?

I shrug as he pulls me on top of him sniffing me and commenting.

- Exactly!

I know that, but I'm worried!

With these missions I know you're good at what you do, however, sometimes I'm afraid that I've gone wrong and you won't come back...

“That's something we've both always known!

But forget it, I'm here, right?

He smiles and responds by kissing my neck.

"Yes, it's all for me!"

Today no one sleeps here, understand me?

Clark run his hands over my body enjoying my curves.

I bite my lip looking at him maliciously, horny, I haven't had sex for over a month!

And he understands me and kisses me as he pulls me to him.

Take off my jacket and then my clothes, piece by piece slowly admiring my body, he was my first man in everything my first kiss, my first time at 16, when I declared that I liked him, but not as a coach or teacher affection , or even a father, but as a man and he tried to avoid me, however, not for long, because soon he began to feel the same uncontrollable desire for me and ended up surrendering to my advances, and we are together to this day.

But hidden, because if it was known that he and I were together when he was my guardian Clark could be punished, so we stayed here in this cottage.

Where was my first time with him and I can say that I feel at home there especially when I am with him.

He is the only good thing that has happened to me in the last few years, he has always been my strength in difficult days, I know very little about my past.

Why we don't have access to our files and forbidden is a law created by the great father and has to be respected for our good.

But I never stopped wanting to know about my past, even though clark says it's best not to touch things like that!

In order not to dig more pain or suffering, however, I never forgot the nightmares I had seeing my parents dying, there were nights when I woke up screaming and Clark came to hug me and comfort me, it was almost 2 years like this until I got used to this reality.

But whenever I failed some training, I thought of the man who murdered my parents and created hate-laden forces to improve where I was weak.

Every time I imagined myself visualizing and killing this man who caused me so much pain and that's what made me even stronger, and being the best at just 12 years old, ends up being someone cold and calculating with no mercy to kill.