The Reincarnation of Olive Davis

𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲

Years later.

"Honey I came home early to surprise you!"

"Hon-" The man choked on his words.

I sighed, pulling off her glasses making him scream. I dropped her lifeless body on the floor.

"W-who are you" he stuttered out.

"Now, now Mister Bracen, don't act like you have never seen a little bit of blood, I know about the shady business you have been involved in"

He visibly tensed, making me roll my eyes.

I walked pasted him and searched for his kitchen "Y'all rich folks and getting your hands dirty to get to the top" I mumbled shaking my head.

I twisted their tap and placed my hand under the pipe to wash off the blood.

"Who are you" he gritted out. I huffed feeling the cold metal press up against my head.

I turned around "Now, your wife tried the same thing and now she is dead"

His eyes harden "You killed my wife"

I smiled, pulling out the handgun "This is her gun by the way" I said tossing it at him.

"You should be happy she is dead, she has been cheating day and night while you were out working your ass off" I said casually, as if a gun wasn't pointed at me.

I could tell he was fighting himself, not knowing whether or not to believe me.

"Who are you?!" He shouted frantically.

"I am no one, I have no name-- I have no identity, I am no one" I recited my line that I have grown so used to saying.

"Lady--"

"No let me show you how things work around here" I cut him off, pointing a gun at him, the same gun that was in his hand.

His eyes widen in shock, he slowly lifted his hands above his head making me smile. "I have grown tired of killing you rich forks just to have a place to stay and some money, unfortunately for me if it's not some random friend or family showing up at their doorstep, it is the police"

"I'm giving you two choices, work for me or die" I said. "Just to let you know, I have no problem killing you" I added.

I watched his adam's apple bubble. "I'm taking that as a yes then" I laughed.

I lowered the gun and walked to his fridge. "What do you guys have to eat?" I questioned, crunching down.

I waited for a reply and never got one. I huffed titling my head, not surprised to find an empty kitchen.

"Ese hijo de puta" (That fucker) I spat and stood up.

I walked out of the kitchen my eyes darting to the close front door. I raised an eyebrow.

"Pick up, please?"

I rolled my eyes hearing his voice coming from behind the closed double doors. "Are you an i***t?" I asked pushing the door open.

I raised the gun, shooting at his phone. He screamed out in pain and drop to the floor, the bullet going through his hand, then the phone. "I have no regard for your life" I said walking closer to him.

I crunched down, bringing my hand to caress his cheek "I was brought into this world for one thing and one thing only and that is to kill" I smiled

"To get revenge" I added

I looked down at him, his brown eyes scanning my face frantically. He was much older than me, maybe in his early thirties. Muscular built, with black hair.

"Anthony Bracen, CEO of the Bracen empires, what the public didn't know is that you handle some illegal s**t for the American mafia, now look at you, you're working with them yet you have no protection, that's sad" I pouted.

"How do you know all of this?" He choked out.

I stood up, turning my back to face him. "Get up and come to the kitchen" I spat and walked out his office.

. . .

I heard footsteps walking into the kitchen. I stared down at the knife in my hand that I held over the stove, the fire heating up the metal knife.

"I normally work alone " I spoke

"I can't have anyone knowing my face"

"You need to understand who you should really fear in this world, because" I paused "Trust me, the American mafia will fall at my feet" I finished

"Take a seat" I gestured to the chair as I turned around.

I smirked, getting on his lap, my legs hanging on either side of the chair. I laughed feeling him stiffen.

"Stick out your tongue" I ordered

"If you ever tell anyone who I am, I would personally hunt you down and torture you, until there is no flesh left on your pathetic body" I muttered, stabbing the knife in the middle of his tongue.

He squeezed his eyes shut, tears rushing down his cheeks, making me grimace. "No amount of your tears would ever add up to the ocean I have cried"

"Have fun pulling it out?" I said sweetly getting off his lap.

. . .

I found an empty bedroom in his house and got in. I rested my bag on the bed and opened it.

I grabbed the hammer, trailing my hands along the metal. I turned towards the mirror that was a good distance away from me.

I am no one. I have no identity. I have no face. I was only born to kill and get revenge.

I slammed the hammer down on the mirror, shattering the glass.

I am no one. I have no identity. I have no face. I was only born to kill and get revenge.

I walked towards the bathroom, getting a glimpse of myself. I gritted my teeth "I am no one!" I shouted, slamming the hammer down onto the glass and shattering it.

I let out a deep breath and made my way back into the bedroom, I placed my hammer back on the bed and stripped down naked.

I was a blank canvas, I wore nothing but the scars that slander my body and the memories of a past that holds stories for each. I walked to the bathroom, careful not to step on the shattered glass.

I hummed a random melody in my head as I washed myself. The moment I stretched my hands to wash the top of my back I screamed. I dropped the bloody washcloth. I turned around letting the water run on my back. I pushed my thumb in between my palm, clamping down my fingers on it. I squeezed hard as the stinging sensation grew worse.

I was fuming in anger, I stepped out of the bathroom, the moment I did a glass pierced my foot. I ignored the pain and walked to the closet. I grabbed a towel and wiped my back then brought it back down to my eyesight.

I rolled my eyes seeing that the towel remained white. Sitting on the bed, I propped my foot up on my knee and stared at the bloody mess.

I looked towards the floor, watching red foot sprints. I sighed and pulled the glass out.

. . .

"So this must be your sanctuary Anthony" I said, referring to his office.

He looked me up and down. I smirked knowing that under this robe I only wore underwear.

"Not talking to me?" I pouted

He wore a blank facial expression as he pointed to his mouth

"Right that must hurt like a b***h if you try to talk" I shrugged

I walked toward his desk and sat on it "We're going to Colombia" I said, keeping my voice flat as I stared at the wall.

I tilted my head to stare at him "To have a family reunion" I said harshly.

I cleared my throat "And yes we are going" I empathized

"My business is here in America, but there are some people in Colombia who has to suffer just as much as I did, so I want to get them out of the way"

"What you have to do for me, Anthony is clear out a room for me as my office" I explained

"I have a good amount of guns" I said catching his startled expression from the corner of my eyes

I chuckled "From the bank account of other rich folks, lucky for you you're the only survivor"

"I know you do business with the mafia and that's one of the main reasons I'm keeping you alive, do what you always do and that is business"

"Get a shipment of guns, I want all the best, wouldn't it be funny to see their faces when they realize I'm killing them with their own gun" I laughed

I stood up from off his desk "I want my office before we go to Colombia from now and until the time we come back from Colombia should give your tongue enough time to heal so you can do what I ask"

I walked towards the door and twisted the doorknob "Please understand, I won't hesitate to chop off your tongue next time" I smiled and exited his office

. . .

"Miss Miller found dead in her house, the autopsy report suggested that she has been dead for some months"

"What is happening in America, and who is targeting these people"

I laughed, shoving my hands in the popcorn. I know her sister is happy she is dead, now she doesn't have any competition with her fashion line

"The mafia strikes again, a shootout broke out against the police and the mafia, the mafia men sacrificed their lives to protect a black Suv, reports allergy claims that a child was spotted in the car, are the mafia now kidnapping little children?"

I felt as if someone clenched my heart. Could that be who I thought it was? I dismissed those thoughts quickly, I knew my child wasn't a baby anymore those days, those moments, were all stolen from me.

"I will kill you" I spat, every word laced with pure hatred

I was shaking with anger, I closed my eyes trying to calm myself down. I touched the middle of my forehead then circled my thumb in my palm, feeling the liquid move with it.

I opened my eyes, staring at my bloody hand "Nada me ha mostrado misericordia" (Nothing has ever shown me mercy) I whispered

. . .

Author's Note

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