Prologue:

“I DIDNT RAISE YOU TO BE LIKE THIS!”, Valerie’s mother shouted at her, shattering plates against the wall. Her red hair bouncing everywhere in her frenzy.

She didn’t know why she was so aggressive, and her voice was more high pitched that usual.

Her dad on the chair in front of her, disappointed, clearly contemplating if he should kick her 17 year old bum out of the house.

“Mom…I’m not a…hooker”, Valerie chose the word ‘hooker’ as she looked at her little brother sitting right there, probably coloring dinosaurs…considering he behaves like one….She can’t say the word or else he would ask questions….

“THEN WHY WAS THERE 18’000$ ON THE PORCH THIS MORNING WHILE YOU WERE AT SCHOOL?!”, her mom pushed, her face red with rage and sorrow.

Valerie opened her mouth, but no words came out. How could she tell them… her mom is already shaken with her, her father quiet with that dangerous silence.

“Micheal do you see this…?”, her mom sobbed in her hands as she sank down to the floor.

If her parents think she works as a…’hooker’, then that must mean that her boss made sure that her identity stayed secret, considering there are no “wanted” signs.

“Im telling you, I’m not! I promise! I don’t know where that money came from!!”, which was half true, and half lie…but they wouldn’t know that.

“Get out”, her dad muttered, not looking at her.

“What!?”, Valerie yelled.

“Out!”, he shouted, pointing at the door. Her little brother shaken. First time he’s ever heard father shout.

Valerie rushed to her room, packing her bag, taking her coat, mask, and gun. She could hear her brother screaming and crying, begging father to spare her.

She climbed out the window, slowly down the pipes, not bearing to hear her mother’s voice and her brothers face. She’ll come back for him. She promised herself that. And everyone knows that when Valerie promises, she never breaks it.

Chapter one:

I unzip my bag as soon as I’m outside the abandoned office building, pulling out my mask and gun, not bothering with the coat as it caught with the sharp zipper edges of her bag. I never asked for anything. Always a good student, and a good sister. I thought i was a good daughter…., but mother clearly mother thought otherwise. Convincing dad, the man i just had a camping trip with, that i was a hooker.

I stormed inside, Sylas, looking up from his computer. “What happened?”, he asked, clearly noticing the infuriated face.

“Shut up”, I replied, voice sharper than I intended.

I rush into the office. Mary, second in command to the boss, raised an eyebrow.

“Valerie?” She was surprised and confused “I didn’t assign another hitman target for you, so why are you here….?”

I slam my hand on her small desk, making her jump slightly. “Why did you send money?”

Pardon…?

“Why. Did. You. Send. Money? “ My voice low and out of breath from running as fast as I could here.

“T-the boss ordered us to send you the money after you successfully completed your mission of killing Stevan Smith…”, Mary muttered.

“The boss? I specifically asked you to not pay me. I only do this job to get rid of bad people without my name getting leaked.”, I asked.

“I know but-“

I cut her off: “Yet you sent money anyways! How can a successful underground company like yours miss an essential part.”

Mary just sighed, fixing her glasses “Do you want to talk to the boss…?”

“Yes!”

I didn’t know why I said yes. Maybe the adrenaline of this morning is still active. I never met the actual person behind this organisation, and don’t know why she would do this to me after I specifically asked to not get paid.

Chapter two:

I waited for 20 minutes before getting called by Mary to use an elevator to go to the 13th floor. The elevator I was told was broken, was suddenly taking me up floor by floor, making weird rattling sounds.

I reach the floor and the door opens to a single door with the word “boss” written on it.

My heartbeats feel heavier than usual when I approach the door, and gets even heavier when I actually open it. Right in front of me…was mother, smirking and giggling.

“What are you doing here….” I asked, when the question should’ve been how is she here. She was at home half an hour ago, crying and throwing plates. While right now she looks calm and collected with freshly looking mascara and lipstick.

“Oh, well… I’m the boss.”, mother smiled menacingly.

My heart sank. “But you were…and now you’re…here?”

“That lady at your house, is actually Casey.”

Casey.

Her mother’s twin.

“What…” the words barely left my mouth as I stared at her but was actually just in shock.

Casey, the sweetest person ever, happened to be her aunt, betrayed her like that….

“You sent the money…. To get me kicked out?”

“Well aren’t you a bright person? How’d you find that out?” She chuckled, mocking me

To be continued… ///////////////////////////////////// This is a story under development pookies. Bear with me this is a rough draft to get blood flowing in my brain. Sorry I didn’t post for so long 😅 Have a good dayyyyy ❤️❤️💗