New Soul

Never in a million years would I have predicted to be in this situation. To be lying here in bed with my ex-client.

I would never expect it.

My younger self could have never imagined or pictured myself in this position and having myself become involved in this type of business.

I have always and only imagined myself going to college and getting a degree in a major that I enjoy and am still fascinated by. That or just be in some sort of career that has to do with animals, at least when I was six.

Slowly I crawled out of bed, I glanced at him once more, looking at his beautiful sculpted pale face. I put on some sweats and my grey cardigan to cover my sports bra. Silently I dug through my bag and pulled out an almost empty pack of cigarettes and a lighter. Next, I snatched a hair tie from the nightstand and put my hair in a high messy ponytail. I walked out of the patio and grabbed the last cigarette out of the box, shit, I’m out.

This was a bad habit that had resurfaced recently. I’m stressed, very stressed. Ugh, why hasn’t Cara called me back yet? She should have been finished with that hit since last week.

I looked at my phone patiently waiting for a phone call or just some sort of text or message from her. I hope- no, I know she’s alright, because no one can take down Cara Anderson, and I mean no one.

Taking the lighter in my right hand I flicked it on while holding onto my cigarette, I lit it then started to smoke. I looked out onto the night sky of Naples, Capri, Italy. It is a very stunning scenery of the Mediterranean, I inhaled the fresh air along with the smoke of the cigarette. This made me calm.

Out of surprise and relief my phone started to ring, I faced it up at my face as quickly as I could only to be disappointed. Well, not entirely.

“Hello?” I said with an agitated voice.

“Asher, babe, how are you?” Charlotte said in an intoxicated voice, she’s been drinking.

“Charlotte, what are- wait, where are you?” I asked in a frustrated voice.

“I’m fine my sweet, just out with some friends,” she replied, great, now I need to worry about my best friend who is probably in a strip club hooking up with dangerous men.

“No, really, I’m being serious right now Charlotte, where are you?”

“Sin city babe, I should be asking you though, you and your cousin Cara have been gone for a month without leaving a trace.”

“I’m out of the country right now for business, same with Cara, but I don’t know where she is. Have you heard from her or any rumors about her from your gossipy friends?” I asked.

“Pshh, as if, you both are one of the best-trained assas-” I cut Charlotte off as with my hand over the phone, I heard someone four floors below the one I am struggling with their keys. 'Who would be coming home at 4:00 in the morning in a house that they don’t own? Unless it’s a servant or guard that snuck out from duty. But they’re all sleeping.’ That doesn’t make sense, does it?

I should go get -my thought process has been interrupted by muffled screams, I snapped back to my phone remembering that Charlotte was still on the phone. “Oh my bad Charlotte, look I'll call you back I need to go, you know for work. Ta ta, love!” I hung up, tossed my cigarette into the ashtray then hurried inside.

Before I could start to properly think again and could open the door I heard hushed whispering, “Tracy, what are you doing here?” I heard one of the guards say, I believe his name is Rodger, I think?

“I have to complete a mission for the boss,” Tracy said.

“What do you mean I thought he’s sleeping or doing something with his new mistress.” At this, I wanted to gag but I held it if I could hear them talking or whispering, as they were trying to do they would obviously hear me on the fourth floor.

“No, not him, also she’s probably just a prostitute,” Tracy said with disgust.

“Didn’t he pick her off the street at a nightclub?” the guard said warily, I mean I guess he’s right.

“Yeah, she was with her sister em’ cousin or somethin’.” This time another guard joined them.

“Eyy Toni, how are you?”

“I’m good Rodger, how are ya Tracy?” he said with a southern accent, also I guess I was right about Rodger’s name.

“I’m fine, thanks Toni,” Tracy said.

“How’s the boss man doin’?”

“Viktor’s fine, very stressed lately, he’s been interrogating this girl, prying information out of her. Our Vor’s patience is declining, dramatically, he’s going to kill her in less than a month. She is definitely hurting, but she won’t say a thing.” the entire time Tracy talked she had a frustrated face.

“Well, what does the girl look like?” Rodger said.

“I don’t know if I should go around giving that information up,” Tracy said with a smug face.

“Come on now, you can trust us.”

"Yeah, we won’t say a word.” Well these boys like gossip, by now it’s been several minutes and I might be getting somewhere, I was lying on my stomach supporting myself up with my elbows, I was like a toddler being told a story, my calves were swinging as I patiently waited for the information.

“Fine.” Tracy finally caved in after four minutes. “Her name is-” A car pulled in front of the house, it was a black Range Rover, it smoothly rolled onto the circle driveway, at least four guards filed out of the house to greet three tall and muscular men who filed out of the car. Well, they look important.

“Tracy, Rodger, Toni, what are you doing out here, you’re all supposed to be in your quarters.” one of his head goons, my personal friend, Liam.

“Sorry sir, couldn’t sleep.” Toni said, that is one of the worst excuses I have ever heard, surely Liam eyed them suspiciously, “Well you need to return to your barracks immediately, my orders.” They nodded in return and headed inside the house.

I slowly got up to a crouching position and ducked back inside the room, pissed off, now I have to get the information on my own. My lord, please don’t let that be Cara. Honest to god I don’t care if he wakes up, it’s too late for that, someone in the Russian Mafia may have my cousin held hostage and they might be the Vor, leader of the RUSSIAN MAFIA.

Again I went to my purse and this time pulled out some weapons that I could use as torcher methods. I grabbed some clothes and hurried to the bathroom and changed into some black shredded boyfriend jeans, a black turtleneck crop top with one long sleeve, the other one was sliced when Charlotte’s psycho ex showed up after me, he destroyed a majority of my clothes with his sword, like, bruh, I understand I’m a dangerous or I guess, ya know I don’t know if people who hired me or Cara ever consider us as hitmen, I don’t really know if we’re considered criminals, but oh well.

Throwing on some mascara and eyeliner, I then did two double fishtail braids then placed them both into some low buns and tossed on a black beanie then some combat boots. I grabbed a back-pack and threw some smoke bombs in their sling with a couple of knives.

I slung it on, picked up my golf club then walked out of the room, using stealth I skipped down the hall. In some eyes, my old clients thought that I was childish and wouldn’t be able to get the job done. A lot of people perceive us as foolish and unable to take on the task, but that’s what we want them to think. We always prove them wrong in the end.

Now let’s see, the guards' barracks are in the west wing of the house on the second floor like all of the servants. The halls were dark, I have some night vision but the little amount of light coming from some torches was all I needed to navigate through this mansion.

Okay, so if the chick with the name Tracy knows everything I’ll just interrogate her, even if it wasn’t Cara, I could still use the practice.

Fifteen minutes later I ran down the hall and towards the room of the person who holds information on, maybe, my partner in crime, literally. There were voices coming from inside the room again.

“Yes boss, I understand. But what information are you going to need from him?” it was Tracy.

“You think he would give information on the Anderson girl?” Aha, Anderson!

“Hmm, I see, she has a partner but worked solo to try and assassinate you?”

“So what are you going to do with her? Use her as bait? I see, you want me to look for her partner so you can have both of them?” I thought these walls were soundproof.

“Okay sir, yes thank you Vor, I will call you later today then, yes-yeah I will start the search. I’ll tell Toni and Rodger then. Have a good day boss.” I think I’ll wait 5 minutes.

Three minutes passed, I could hear her climb into her bed, and at this I became impatient, forget it, I’m going to strike. Again, I put my ear against the door, I expect the room to be small with at least two dressers and two bunk beds, but if she was able to have a decent phone conversation with her “boss” then she either has roommates who she trusts or that she is alone. There is also another possibility that she killed them, then again, that would raise some suspicions.

Taking a deep breath I gripped onto my butterfly knife and kicked the door open, as expected she was startled and confused, the room was lit dimly and she was huddled in the corner of her bed, I snorted from laughing, she hit her head! I couldn’t help but laugh, I had my glock pointed at her.

I greeted her, “Mornin’ love,”

She looked confused and put her shocked face away with a stern one, “Who are you and what do you want?”

“Well don’t be rude,” I said, fixing up my posture, I still had my gun trained on her, specifically her throat, “Say good morning back, man, didn’t anyone teach you how to greet people?”

She rolled her eyes, “Answer the question, who are you and what are you doing here.”

I could tell she was becoming frustrated, Tracy looked like she was in her early thirties, “Technically that’s two questions, but I’ll answer one of them for you.”She didn’t say anything, she just stared, waiting, I grabbed the chair and sat in it backward, “First, I’m gonna need you to tell me everything about this ‘Anderson’ girl.” I smiled evilly.