Chapter 1
As rain bled down over the windows over the night club in silver streaks, drowning the city in neon and desires protected like a secret. Men in expensive suits and ties laughed too loudly, drank too much and lied through perfect smiles.
All these beautifully portrait lies and piercing laughter was far beyond the aggravation simmering inside the devil himself.
Ridley Hugo, leaned lazily against the balcony railings betraying the aggravation boiling inside.
One hand tucked into his pocket while the other held a cigarette between his sacred fingers. Smoke curled around his surroundings as grey as a burned paper.
A man 6'2 of controlled stillness wrapped in a perfectly black tailored suit , tall and intimidatingly handsome, an assassin by profession his pepper colored hair in a slick back though a stubborn strand fell over his eyes shadowing, face with all sharp lines, merciless jaw, defined cheekbones and eyes so cold they seemed almost colorless beneath the dim lighting and quite menace. There was cruelty to his beauty.
Ruthless, Cold, Lethal.
Shortly after the man arrived that alone was enough to tell the assassin everything he needed to know.
The man didn't looked dangerous, clean shoes, expensive watch careful posture someone who would rather have his hands clean, then those full of blood.
Ridley's eyes assessed him coldly, darkly masking the brewing storm inside. Because he never wasted his words on those who never made it on time.
The man on the other hand gulped with the proximity he was being stared at.
"A corner table for two" stuttered the man while the waiter led them to their destination.
Ridley Hugo was handed the files without a word the papers sliding into his grasp. Opening the file he scanned through the pages inside his eyes steadily moving from line to line. Every word in there had been placed with intention rather than care.
His razor sharp eyes sliced upon the man in front of him and began to explain his objective. Ridley on the other hand lounged against the chair like a predator draped in silk and sin his gaze on the man in front who was explaining the objective.
"This is Winston Henrick" he said sliding a photograph across the table "A man in his late sixties one of the most powerful business men in the country".
The candle light flickered over the man's face in the picture, making his hollow eyes appear almost haunted.
"The boss has personal grievances with him" the man continued carefully "And he wants you to assassinate him soon after he closes the deal".
A heavy silence swallowed between them.
Ridley tilted his head from the corner a faintest smirk carved across his lips a wicked expression flickered, giving him an attractive look.
"Personal grudges" he murmured silkly.
"Those are always the bloodiest kind".
