Seduce & Repair

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ARIAN COLLINS

She’s gone. It’s been a week and she hasn’t come back. No, she can’t be gone. No, she didn’t leave me she’s just there to deceive him and she’ll come back to me. I know she will. He didn’t get to her by saying those God awful words to her, she didn’t listen. She knew he talked bullshit, she didn’t believe him a word. Did she?

They say denial is the first step of grieving. Am I denying? Did she really left me? No, she didn’t. I know she didn’t. I hope she didn’t.

I was lying on the couch once again. Apparently that is the only thing I’m capable of doing when Mazikeen leaves. And once again Aaron came to me and sat on the coffee table but this time with Kieran. They didn’t say anything they were just looking at me.

“She left me, didn’t she? She’s not coming back.” – I asked no one in particular. I looked at men in front of me who looked just like her. It hurt to look at them every single day. They had looks of sympathy and pain. Yeah, I was in pain too. I didn’t move back to my penthouse and I think no one expects me to. I won’t move until she comes back and kicks me out herself. I sleep on her side of the bed where her scent is fading. Every day when I go to the closet I can’t help myself not to look at her side of it.

“She didn’t leave. She was forced to go.” – Aaron started. Suddenly I was angry. There goes the second stage. Anger.

“How could she leave? After everything we’ve been through? Does she not care at all of those around her? I mean does she even know what her actions caused? How could she do that to us? I thought I at least meant something to her but apparently not if she can just walk away from me like that.” – I don’t really know who I was asking all of these questions I just want them answered. Do I want them answered? Do I really want to know that she never truly cared about me? Do I really want to know that it was a piece of cake for her to just walk away? Do I want to know? No, I guess not. Like they say, ignorance is bliss. But nothing is worse than not knowing, right? Because your mind is creating scenarios and possibilities and what if’s and that is true torture itself. So it’s better knowing because then at least I would know where I’m standing at.

“Why did she do that to me? Do you know? Did she really believe him or did she just get bored of me? Is it my fault?” – I looked at Aaron searching for answers. And here comes the third stage. Bargaining.

I searched for answers for three weeks. I found nothing and I fell into depression. The fourth stage. I haven’t seen her in four weeks. I was looking at the drawing of her I drew while she slept. I have a few drawings of her and she looks beautiful in every one of them. But I prefer her in front of me where I can touch her. Not God knows where. I had a few shots of her on my phone. The two of us together or only her. Sometimes she knew I’m taking a picture of her other times she didn’t. God, she is beautiful.

I remember the things I said to Aaron and Qhuinn when she was at Adirondack. About being afraid she’ll find someone else and be happy with him? Well, that’s all I can think about now. She seduced me and destroyed me.

Since I fell into depression I didn’t talk to anyone, I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep, I didn’t go to work for three weeks. Until one day I woke up.

I was lying on her side of the bed as usual but this time it felt different waking up. She isn’t coming back and I know it. It was beautiful what we had but it had to end. And I’m okay with it now. I really am. She decided to go away and why shouldn’t I move on? Why shouldn’t I be happy? I mourned for her for almost eight weeks. Well, not anymore. I need to live. And Mazikeen was an amazing part of my life but it didn’t last. Do I still love her? Of course I do. The kind of love I’m feeling for her doesn’t go away. I think even if I find someone new I’ll always love her. But nonetheless I have to keep moving forward. As Charles J. Givens once said. To design your future effectively, you must first let go of your past. So, I’m letting go. I’ll never forget the memories we created, right contrary I’ll cherish them. Because those days with Maze were the best times of my life and I don’t regret a single thing. But it’s time to meet new people and actually socialize with someone other than your bed.

So I got up and got ready for another day. Without my Kitten.

MAZIKEEN DEMONE

“M! In my office, now!” – Old man called me. I think he still forgets I work with him and not for him but I let it slide. I was in one of the training rooms preparing myself for the class to begin. Today’s lesson was about how to handle a knife. I was really looking forward to it be because a knife is my favourite weapon.

I entered his office without knocking and sat down in a chair.

“So, what’s up?”

“Don’t you know how to knock?” – He asked annoyed.

“Sorry, must’ve slipped my dad’s mind when training me.” – I smiled sweetly at him. He just scoffed. He gave me a file and I took it from his hand. Before I opened it he started talking.

“This is your new target. Xander Montgomery.” – He said just as I opened the file. Age thirty-two, no kids, no wife, owns few bigger companies in the states.

“Do I have a special reason for killing or just the rival wants him dead? Is he into some shady shit?” – I asked.

“He is one of the biggest drug dealers and girl trafficking in Chicago. The police in Chicago reached to us and asked if we can find him, interrogate him and either bring him in or kill him. It doesn’t matter to them as long as they have a confession. Tomorrow is some gala night so you can hack into the guest list and add yourself. He’ll be there. You know what to do.” – I nodded and stood up. It wasn’t the first time police all around the states asked us to help. We either had our own men there or they knew of us. They ignored all of illegal business we do here because we help them daily. So we had an agreement, we help you, you leave us alone.

“I’ll get right to it. I have to pack. I don’t know how long I’ll be staying in Chicago. I’ll be keeping you updated.” – I said and exited his office.

I went straight to my room, filling my bags with my clothes for at least a week stay. I let Alex know so he can take the teaching class I’m about to miss. When my bags were full I went to pack my weapons. I took a smaller suitcase and filled it with guns, knives, blades and different kind of weapons.

In two hours I was on our private plane for Chicago with two other guys who go with me as backup. Oscar and Nic. We were good friends ever since I came the first time to train martial arts with Rayan when I was sixteen. During the fly we slowly began to work on our plan to take Mr. Montgomery down. I also took one of the sports cars boys had so I can go to the gala by myself. It was a beautiful black Mustang. When you looked at her in the sun it seemed kind of reddish. It’s Oscar’s car and he called her Xena.

A little bit over two hours and we were checking in the hotel we booked for our staying. The boys had one room with two king size beds and I had my own room with the same bed. Our rooms were next each other just in case something happens. After I added my name on the guest list I went to shower.

In last few weeks I hated showers. That was the time I was thinking the most. About him. Honestly I didn’t think it was possible to miss someone this much as I miss Arian. I mean it’s been only a week. How can you miss someone so much after only a week? But this was probably for the best. To stay with the people I belong to and am a part of. To leave him live his life without my messed up self.

After the shower I said goodnight to the guys and let the sleep engulf me.

I was finishing up my appearance before I show up at the gala. I was wearing floor length blood red dress with a slit down my right leg. It was low cut between my full breasts and was backless. The dress had a gold clasp behind my back that ended up in a long thin chain down my back just above my ass. I matched it with elegant gold necklace, bracelet and six inch golden sparkly pumps. My hair was hidden by a blonde wig, a side messy French braid with gold pearled bobby pins here and there. I had leg straps as usual with my knives and a gun in my purse. My eyes weren’t grey anymore but dark chocolate brown. I had to put lenses so you couldn’t really identify me. I put on the blood red lipstick, smoky gold eyes look, light black jacket and I was ready to go.

I drove in front of the hotel that held the party and that little dude for parking the cars came to me.

“Watch her. If I see just a scratch…” – I let my sentence hang in the air but I know he got the point. I walked to the door and was stopped by guards.

“Name.” – One of the two said. I smiled and answered.

“Valerie Jackson.” – He checked the list and nodded.

“Welcome, Miss Jackson. Have a great time.” – Oh, I’ll have a beautiful time.

“Thank you, gentlemen.” – I said and went inside.

Inside everything was shiny, new and beautiful. People were mingling among each other, talking and enjoying themselves. I went to the bar and ordered myself a drink before I swept my eyes on the crowd, looking for my target. Xander Montgomery was a fine looking man. With his tall, muscular body, broad shoulders, high cheekbones and crystal blue eyes with black hair, he looked dangerous yet desirable. My plan was to seduce him once I see him and then bring him up in a room I booked where I will destroy him. Because of my work I made the tattoo I have on my hip. Most of my cases were single men because it was easier for me. Knife represented my favourite weapon and the words Seduce and Destroy represented what I do with my targets. Well, most of the time. While I was talking to myself in my head my dear Mr. Montgomery came in. And without a date. It must be my lucky day.

He made his way over to the bar, a few steps away from where I was standing. I leaned my forearms on the bar and arched my back while calling the bartender to give me another drink. From the corner of my eye I saw Xander checking me out so I moved my head a little and met his eyes. I gave him a shy little smile and bowed my head. He smiled in return and moved closer to me.

“Now tell me, why does a beautiful lady like you, drinks alone?” – He asked, his voice deep and husky. If it weren’t for Arian, whom I couldn’t stop thinking about, I would definitely go to bed with him before killing him.

“Maybe I just waited for the right company.” – I replied with a teasing smile. He moved closer and put his hand around my waist slowly drawing me to his hard chest.

“And, am I that right company, Miss…?” – He waited for my reply.

“Valerie Jackson. I don’t know. You tell me, are you Mr.…?” – I repeated his actions pretending I don’t know who he is.

“Xander Montgomery. Well Miss Jackson, I think I am the perfect company.” – He said bringing our bodies even closer. I peaked up at him from under my eyelashes and slowly bit my lip. His gaze moved from my eyes to my lips and back to my eyes.

“Let’s go.” – He said lowly and nudged me towards the entrance.

“I booked a room here.” – I said holding my room keys in front of my face. He grinned and nodded.

“Lead the way Miss.” – He kept his hand on my lower back and brought me to the elevator.

“Which floor?” – He asked, looking at the numbers.

“The top.” – I answered with a grin. The top is as usual a penthouse. It’s only one on the whole floor which is convenient for there will be no people to hear anything. I hacked through the cameras so not even one filmed us going here or being downstairs.

Once we were in the living room I put my purse on the couch and asked him if he want’s something to drink.

“Jin and tonic. Thank you.” – I poured him a glass and myself then walked back and gave him his drink.

“So, Mazikeen, why don’t you take your wig and lenses off?” – I froze but kept my face emotionless. How the fuck does he know?

“What?” – Good job, Maze. Perfect! He looked at me up and down and smirked.

“Come on, Mazikeen. Who hired you? Honestly, I wanted to meet you for quite some time now but never got the chance. You’re an amazing lawyer too.” – He said and I stopped pretending. I mean even if he knows I could take him down. I pulled my wig down and took my lenses out.

“Thanks, actually. Lenses started irritating me. So, how do you know who I am?” – I asked and crossed my legs.

“Well, I heard of your work about four years ago. And I started searching for you. At first I didn’t know your name, only the name the world gave you. I’ve known you as The Reaper. I didn’t know you’re a girl either until last year. That’s when I found out your name. All the time I searched you as a male. God, how stupid I was. Last year I had some business with Domenic Reed and somehow we got to the subject of The Reaper. I paid a big price to find out who you are. And when I did I flew in New York and started keeping tabs on you. Then you –”

“Hold on a minute! Were you the one who kept sending me those threatening messages around a year ago?” – I asked him. Somewhere around a year ago someone started sending me stupid silly messages about hurting me and killing me. Stupid. As if someone could kill me.

“What? Of course not! I’m not that petty. I’m threatening enough myself, I don’t need stupid messages.” – He scoffed and rolled his eyes. Why on Earth am I talking to a guy I should kill? As if reading my mind he spoke again.

“How come I’m still alive? Isn’t your job to kill me?”

“Honestly, I don’t know myself. I could kill you. Right now. You wouldn’t even be able to move. But somehow I don’t want to kill you. Is it because of valid information you hold or just because I sense there’s more to you, I do not know. But, Xander just because I don’t want to kill you, doesn’t mean I’m less dangerous. Yes, I don’t want to drive a knife through your chest or slice your throat but try to deceive me and it won’t be pretty.” – I warned him in serious tone. He knew what I was talking about so he just nodded his head.

“Believe me, Mazikeen. You’re not a woman I would like to trick.” – And that was enough for me. I was thinking of what he said before.

“If you didn’t send me those messages, who did? And why exactly did you want to meet me? What kind of business did you have with Reed?” – I fired the questions.

“I don’t know who sent them to you but I can help you find out. Honestly? I wanted to meet you to ask you to come work with me. You know, to deal with those who own me and to kill those I don’t need anymore. Of course and work as a hit man. You are a great fighter and even greater killer. I heard stories about you and your brothers. At first I thought there are three brothers but I proved myself wrong. I was and still am impressed with your work. Mazikeen you are the best of the best. It would be an honour to have you by my side. That’s why I wanted to meet you.” – His words didn’t exactly surprise me. A word about me and my brothers is well spread but just like he said, no one exactly knows who Deathly Conquest is. They call the three of us The Horsemen of Apocalypse. Most of them just make their own conclusions. Most of Mafias and bigger dealers like Xander want to meet me because it’s a great opportunity to have me on your side.

“And what about Reed? What business you and Reed have?” – I was curious. Reed, Rayan and only a hand full of others knew who I really am. And to reveal my identity to Xander like that…He really must’ve paid a great price.

“Nothing serious. We made a deal to share our shipments of drugs and weapons.” – He said nonchalantly. He looked like he’s not lying but as much as I was taught how to lie so was he. You can never be too sure.

“Is that really it? Or are you hiding something from me?” – I asked him with an undertone. He knew what I’m actually asking.

“No, girl trafficking is my job. Reed was never in it. I don’t know why, its great money. But more for me. Seriously, I’m not lying to you. Only drugs and weapons.” – I nodded and stood up. I could use Xander as an advantage. I would have his whole mafia at my side. I would have his guys with me. I could use all of this. Like it or not, something is going on. I just don’t know what yet. But I have to find out soon.

“Listen, Xander. I was sent here to get a confession out of you for Chicago police department and then either bring you to them or kill you. Since I won’t kill you and I certainly won’t give you up to them as a gift we need to think of something. Rayan won’t be happy about this either. I have around a week here until I have to go back to New York so that means we have a week to sort everything out.” – He nodded and we went to plan.