THE BILLIONAIRE'S ASSASSIN

CHAPTER 16

Alexander’s hands held her in place, he knew she was Nyx — the assassin he had always wanted to meet. Finally, here she was, in his arms. He had dealt with a good number of assassins, but he wondered why Nyx had never been after him.

He pulled her closer when she tried to struggle, “Stay put, I wanna see what you look like,” his husky voice rang behind her ear.

Isabelle felt dizzy at his words, but she tried to stay as calm as possible. Alexander was a big problem for her right now, and she didn’t understand what he meant by —they finally met. Did he know she was after him? Or was it something totally different?

All at once, the lights went off, engulfing everyone in darkness, and the mansion rippled with gasps and murmurs.

George felt an unusual cold within him after the lights went off. He moved to find out why the lights abruptly went off from the security. Without warning, a sharp pain shot through his chest, a shrill scream tore from his lips, his body collapsing brutally to the marble floor.

Alexander turned to the voice, and it was no one other than Sienna’s father.

A dark smile graced her lips, this was her opportunity to get the hell out of there. She broke free, but he held her hand tightly, not wanting to let go, “I hope we get to play next time,” she whispered, and a thick fog began shrouding the room.

The mist spread fast, it was lung-biting, it wasn’t the type that should be inhaled. Alexander turned fast to protect himself, and she used the opportunity to break free.

A few seconds later, the mist stopped, and the lights came back on, “Father,” a broken scream tore from Sienna’s throat.

Alexander turned sharply, only to find the old man lying lifeless on the floor. Murmurs, gasps, and wails from guests filled the hall. He rushed over to Sienna, who was crying with the old man in her arms, “Xander please, call the ambulance or something, someone please get help, his body is freezing cold,” she bellowed.

Alexander immediately took out his phone, he called the emergency service, then the ambulance. His gaze went to the old man on the floor. The old man didn’t look like he was killed, there was no sign of blood, whatsoever, his body was only ice-cold. Now he understood why Nyx was the most feared assassin in all of New York.

Moments later, the emergency service team arrived. They secured the scene, and after some minutes of examining the body they confirmed he was dead. The police arrived afterward, and they began investigations.

“The last person he was with was a lady, check for her fingerprint on him,” he ordered. He had already taken Sienna away from her dead father, he felt irritated by her constant crying, and she wouldn’t quit rubbing snot all over his suit. He felt like she was overreacting about the issue — the old man was meant to die anyway, he was a pervert, and Alexander was sure that was why the assassin easily took his life.

“The skin shows visible contact, but we couldn't find any identifiable foreign print on him,” the CSI announced.

Alexander’s jaw clenched. “She must have had one of those silicone gloves on,” he muttered under his breath.

“Come on Sie, I’ll take you home,” he said to the crying Sienna. Sienna had stopped living with her father ever since her mother died, so now it was his responsibility to take her home. She had no one else.

“No, I can’t leave him here, he needs to wake up Xander please,” Her voice cracked, hot tears spilled from her eyes, smudging her make-up.

Alexander didn’t know why, but seeing her this miserable, made his chest tighten, she was his friend, and she needed him more than ever.

He carried her in a bridal style, and with long strides he left the mansion.

He got to where his car was parked. He dropped her carefully at the back seat, but she grabbed his hand. “Please don’t leave me tonight, Xander,” she pleaded in a soft voice.

“I’m not leaving, I need to make a call,” he answered in the softest voice possible. He broke free from her grip, took out his phone, then made a call.

“Kaine, Nyx is on the loose. Find her, at all cost,” he said in a cold voice, then he ended the call.

*****

Somewhere across the road, Isabelle watched Alexander, she felt like killing that b***h in his arms. She had been there for a while, only to make sure he was alright. Her escape had been easy, as almost one-third of the staff at the event were all working for the syndicate.

She groaned out loud, why couldn’t Alexander mind his business? She needed to get Sienna out of the picture and fast.

“What’s wrong Nyx?” Rocky asked. He was a chauffeur for the syndicate assigned to her, and he was the best in his job.

“It’s nothing Rocky, take me to the mansion,” she said in a sad voice.

The car's engine roared to life when her phone rang. She looked at the caller’s ID, and it was Alexander. Her eyes glanced outside the car window, and she saw him. He felt uneasy. She wanted to answer, but she switched her phone off, and even though she was far away, she saw the slight crease in his forehead and a small smile appeared on her face.

“Drive Rocky.”

****

Alexander rubbed his forehead, “Why the f*ck isn’t she answering?” he cursed under his breath.

He entered his car only to find Sienna sitting quietly, leaning her head back against the headrest.

“Xander, please hold me,” she said, moving closer to holding Alex. Alexander stiffened at her touch, but he let her.

She wrapped her arms around his torso, and hugged him tightly. She snuggled against him, and Alexander lost it. He slowly pulled her away from him, “Don’t Sie,”

“But I want you, Xander, why can’t I have you all to myself?”

Alexander sighed deeply, “You’re like my sister now, Sie, we’ve had our time, but we’re done, so cut the desperate act.”

“Desperate? I’ll show you how desperate I can be,” she mumbled. She pulled Alexander by his coat, then crashed her lips on his.

Alexander's eyes widened, he tore her off from him harshly, “What the f*ck is wrong with you?”

He grabbed her by the neck, “The next time you pull such a stunt, I'll make you regret it.” He sneered through gritted teeth. “Stop the car,” he told the chauffeur.

Sienna held onto him again, her eyes glistening with tears. “Please, I'm sorry Xander, I was just too emotional by my father’s death, please don’t leave me,” she begged.

“F*ck off,” he spat, then stepped out, shutting the car behind him harshly.

He hailed a cab, then entered, “CII,” he paused, "No, Cross Mansion."

*****

Isabelle arrived at the mansion tired. She was now dressed all black; a simple mini skirt, a long-sleeve crop top, and a fitted face cap. Rocky had stopped her some distance away from the mansion to avoid suspicion from the security guards.

She took fast strides to Alexander’s private elevator. She couldn’t take the stairs so she decided to go to the elevator, even though she was strictly forbidden to use it. But she didn't care, Alexander was probably having a fun time in Sienna's bed.

She stood before the elevator, her hands stretched towards the button, but her fingers paused midair, when she saw her shoelaces were untied. She had a problem with untied shoelaces, so she decided to scratch the itch. She bent down, and the elevator door abruptly burst open.

Her breathing stopped for a moment when the scent of a familiar cologne hit her nostrils — her head shot up, and her eyes widened; Alexander stood with his arms crossed facing her with an elegantly raised brow.