THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 15

“So…, you’ve got a new place or what?” Damian asked Isabelle. He came back an hour ago, and now he was in Isabelle’s room. He watched her dash back and front, hastily packing her clothes.

“No, I’m moving in with someone,” she replied, still moving about. Alexander had given her only an hour to pack her belongings and move into the mansion.

Damian laid on her bed arms behind his head. “Didn’t know you were super close to your new friend,”

Isabelle paused, her mind went to Chloe, she hadn’t heard from her for days now. She groaned out loud, “I’m such a terrible friend,” she said, then sighed, “But I’m not moving in with Chloe, I'm moving in with my boss,” she answered, facing Damian.

“Oh, okay,” Damian replied.

“What? You’re not gonna ask me who my boss is? Or how it all came to moving into his mansion,” she asked, arms crossed.

“Nope,” Damian replied.

Isabelle rolled her eyes, she knew he wouldn’t care even if she told him she was going to Mars. Damian didn't know she worked for the syndicate, but it bothered her whenever he acted so nonchalant. She also loved the fact that he wasn’t the type of sibling to poke his nose into her business. She felt proud knowing she trained him to be strong and smart. She only hoped he never finds out about her cruel life.

She went to lie down beside him, hands behind her head, “How was your first day in school?”

Damian scoffed, “Okay I guess,”

She wasn’t satisfied with his answer, “You made friends?”

Damian’s mind drifted to Kai, “The nerd boy was okay, but you know I don’t like people leeching around me.”

Isabelle turned sharply at him, a suspicious grin spread across her face, “A nerd boy, huh, I thought it’d be a girl; but, no matter what gender you like or choose to be friends with, I promise to always support you.”

“Okay, that’s it, I’m leaving.” He got up from the bed, and went straight for the door.

Isabelle burst out laughing hard, “I’m sorry, come back,” she giggled, clutching onto her belly. But Damian left without sparing her another glance.

She wiped the little tear that had formed in the corner of her eye. She knew what she said wasn’t funny, but she couldn’t help but tease him.

Her phone beeped, and a notification popped on her screen. She grabbed her phone that was on the dresser. Seeing the message, she frowned.

*****

{TWO DAYS LATER, A CAFÉ}

Isabelle sat, legs crossed, facing Francis, “Why the sudden call?” Francis had called two days ago, and they were finally meeting there. Alexander always wanted her in sight, so she had to choose a public location, and keep their conversation as casual as possible.

“The syndicate needs you,” Francis answered. Since she was still on the Alexander Cross project, he decided to use her a little more. He had other agents in the syndicate, but Nyx was his money-making machine.

“I’m on a project, Francis, ask Blaze or Glitch. They might be of good help, but count me off.”

A sly smirk curved his lips, “You get sixty, and I get forty.”

Isabelle’s gaze narrowed on him. Francis knew how to get her real good, “I need the client's details.”

Francis handed a file to her. She opened it, and her gaze darkened when she saw who it was. It was no one other than George Vale, Sienna’s father. “Seventy, thirty,” she muttered, her tone flat and devoid of emotion.

“Deal,” Francis said with a proud smile. “Tonight,” he added.

Isabelle nodded, she got up, then left the café. She couldn’t afford to be seen by an unusual eye.

Immediately she got out of the café, she hailed a cab and got in. Her phone buzzed, and her heart skipped a beat when she saw the caller ID. She was sure no one was watching her, so maybe he was calling for another reason. She took deep breaths and answered the call.

“Where are you, pretty doll?” his raspy voice rang from the other line.

“I went out for lunch, I didn't feel like having my meal in the cafeteria today,” she replied, her tone as calm as possible.

“You’re dismissed for the day. Go home, and don’t wait for me. I have a meeting to attend.”

He ended the call before she could say anything else, “Wow, that was rude,” she said.

Well, if he was going to be late tonight, it was a good opportunity for her to put her mission for tonight into progress.

{NIGHT, THE VALE’S MANSION}

A luxurious car parked in front of an elegant mansion, and a beautiful silhouette stepped out, her presence stunning and energetic as ever.

Isabelle had a mask on since it was a masquerade-themed birthday party for Sienna’s father. Her black, shimmering, backless evening dress hugged her curves perfectly, her back down to her waist was all bare, revealing her flawless smooth skin. The dress also had a tempting slit cutting high above her mid-thigh, but it did a good job exposing her legs.

She handed her invitation to the guards, and they made way for her. She had no intention of taking on this mission, but she couldn’t miss a golden opportunity to make Sienna's life miserable, and she wouldn’t miss such an opportunity for anything in the world.

The event was lively, the interior decor of the mansion screamed old money wealth. Isabelle’s eyes scanned the hall for her prey and she found him. Her plan was simple: entice him, kill him silently, then leave.

She tried to move forward to where he was, but she paused when she saw the back of a figure she would recognize even when asleep. Her pulse quickened, so this was the important meeting Alexander had talked about. She grabbed a wine from a waiter and gulped everything at a go. She needed to act fast and leave before Alexander noticed.

She rushed into the ladies room, opened her purse and wore a mitten glove. Staring at the mirror, she packed her hair into an elegant bun, holding it with a spiky gold hair clip. A specific spike on the hair clip wasn’t ordinary, it contained poison and that was what she loved about it.

When she came out, the music had begun. Isabelle almost lost it seeing Alexander’s hands on Sienna’s waist. She couldn’t stand there and watch Sienna smile like a fool, so she decided to move fast.

She sashayed over to Sienna’s father, aware of every helpless gaze drawn towards her body, “Happy birthday George, would you like a dance?” she said in a velvety voice.

The old man’s eyes raked through her body, his gaze traveling from her exposed legs to her exposed cleavage. She was young blood just the way he liked it. “I would love to dance with you sweetheart,” he leaned in closer, “And maybe we can spend the night together too,” he whispered behind her ear.

Isabelle felt like punching him hard across the face, but she masked her disgust with a smile.

They both went to the dance floor — she placed his hands on her waist, and they began dancing. The old man was surprisingly a good dancer, too bad this was the last day on earth.

Her gaze moved to Alexander, and she caught Sienna whispering sh*t into his ears and giggling like a b*tch. She pulled Sienna's father closer, hugging him with her whole body, but at the same time, the spikes in her hair clip came in contact with the old man’s neck.

George felt a slight sting on his neck, but it faded almost immediately.

Isabelle thought about leaving before the poison took effect, but she kicked against it, she wanted to be the one in Alexander's arms.

They got closer to where Alexander danced, and immediately the music changed, they switched partners.

The world stopped momentarily — she was finally in Alexander’s arms, his stormy eyes held hers, staring deep into her soul — dangerous and intoxicating, she wasn’t worried about him looking into her eyes because she wore a contact lens.

The music changed again, and they kept on dancing together, it felt as though the spotlight was on them, Isabelle was in her own world, and everything felt just right; his bare hands on her waist only fueled the dark fantasies she tried to keep at bay.

The music came to a halt with Alexander pulling her closer into him, but she made sure her head didn’t touch his body. He leaned closer and closer, and she shut her eyes waiting for his kiss. The kiss never came, but she felt his hot breath behind her ear.

“We finally meet, Nyx,” he muttered, his voice low and husky.

The stillness of the world shattered, and her eyes snapped wide open. She tried to move, but his large hands held her waist tight.