All Yours

Peace & Quiet

LEAH

As I made my way towards the elevator, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins. There is something about the prospect of confronting the villains that never fails to excite me. It's as if a switch flips inside me, and I become trigger happy, ready to take down anyone who stands in the way of justice.

Upon reaching the designated floor, I scanned the surroundings, searching for the unmistakable number 1536. It didn't take long to locate it, but to my dismay, the occupant had left his door wide open. I couldn't help but shake my head at the lack of basic caution displayed by this individual. Clearly, intelligence was not his strong suit.

With utmost care, I stepped into his abode, moving stealthily like a mouse. As I entered, I closed the door behind me, ensuring that it shut silently. It was almost comical how oblivious he was to my presence. Engrossed in conversation on the phone, his loud voice reverberated through the room, providing me with an added advantage.

In this moment, I felt a certain satisfaction. I knew that my skills and training would allow me to swiftly neutralize this threat. But there was no room for conversation or negotiation. It was time to carry out my mission with precision and efficiency.

As the air hung heavy with anticipation, I prepared myself mentally for the task at hand. The adrenaline continued to surge through my veins, propelling me forward. I focused on the objective, knowing that the bad guys would soon face their rightful fate. This was just another chapter in the never-ending battle between good and evil, and I was determined to emerge victorious.

"You had all day and no one can seem to give me any answers," Dave's voice trembled with frustration as he hung up the phone angrily. The weight of unanswered questions seemed unbearable, driving him to the brink of desperation. In his search for truth, he was met with nothing but silence.

"Not if I kill you first," I whispered coldly, my gun c****d behind Dave's head. In the shadows, I had silently observed the unfolding events, waiting for the perfect moment to make my presence known. Dave's expression contorted with surprise and fear as he realized he was not alone.

"Oh, now you want to scream," I sneered, my voice dripping with disdain. The tables had turned, and the hunter had become the hunted. In a twisted twist of fate, I confronted Dave, exposing the dark secrets that had haunted him for far too long. "What about all those women screaming from you drugging and r****g them? You didn't give a damn then. Did you?" I was ready to blow his damn head off.

"Please don't kill me. I let them go. I don't have any one of them anymore."

"You didn't let s**t go. We have the women." I was pissed. The nerve of him to lie right in my damn face. I started tapping his head with my gun. He thought he was going to be able to play me like a fool. Wrong answer.

"Please don't kill me, I can pay you anything you want." He was frightened.

I laughed. The terror in their eyes when it's time for them to die always makes me laugh. They never care about the ones they hurt until it's their turn to feel pain. But there's no talking me out of no mission. And I never miss.

"I'm already rich." I said as I shot him in the head. He fell to the ground instantly. I loved watching them fall and take their last breath. It gives me pleasure. They are mere pawns in my game, disposable pieces that fulfill my desires. In this twisted world, power and control are my currency. Money is just an afterthought.

I thrive on the adrenaline rush that comes with each kill. The feeling of power coursing through my veins as I pull the trigger, knowing that their fate is sealed. The satisfaction I derive from seeing them crumble under the weight of their own actions is indescribable. It's as if all their past sins catch up to them in that one fleeting moment.

In the completion of my task, I ensured the lifelessness of the individual by assessing his pulse. Satisfied with the absence of any signs of life, I proceeded to finalize the job. From my pocket, I retrieved a stamp meticulously crafted in the shape of luscious lips. Carefully, I pressed the kiss-shaped stamp onto his forehead, leaving behind a distinct mark. This symbolized the successful fulfillment of my duty, and it would soon become recognized as "the kiss of death."

I headed back to the headquarters to meet Cooper.

"Good job out there, boss said he already sent your payment." Cooper said.

"I'm not worried about it; I know he will pay me. So how are the women doing?" I asked.

"As to be expected really. Some of them are really traumatized and may need counseling. A lot of their families gave up on trying to find them. It's so f****d up." Cooper said sadly.

"Let's just hope they get the help that they need to get through this mentally, because the mental state is the biggest battle." I replied. I can't help but to wonder why Cooper keeps looking in his phone instead of giving me eye contacted. I stared at him for a moment.

Cooper asked curiously, "Why are you staring at me?" I couldn't help but smile as I replied, "You're very handsome, Cooper." The playful banter continued as Cooper responded, "b***h, I'm not sleeping with you; I don't care if you ask." The two of us burst into laughter, a testament to the strong bond we shared.

Cooper was more than just a friend to me; he was someone I could always rely on to bring a smile to my face, no matter what kind of day I was having. His infectious sense of humor was a constant source of joy in my life. Even on my worst days, Cooper had a way of lifting my spirits and reminding me to find the humor in any situation.

"Who in the hell is Jackson?" Cooper asked with curiosity. I chuckled, finding his reaction quite amusing. Cooper pondered for a moment, then suddenly erupted in applause, clearly filled with excitement.

"Oh my God, you dirty little w***e. Is that the jackass's name?" Cooper inquired with a mix of shock and amusement.

I nodded, confirming his suspicion. "You damn right it is. He's s*x on legs, and I just can't seem to help myself," I replied, smirking.

Cooper burst into laughter, clearly entertained by the situation.

"This asshole has the nerve to play these games with me and I just met him yesterday. I went by his house today to pay him back and he beat me at this game once again. This just doesn't happen to me. " I rolled my eyes.

"Wait a minute, back up. How do you know where he lives and pay him back for what?" Cooper asked with one eyebrow up.

"I guess I forgot to mention that he lives in the apartment next door to mine. Plus, he kissed me last night and left me hanging." I informed Cooper and he laughed.

"This just doesn't happen to me Cooper I'm serious. I should kill him."

"It seems to me as if you met your match, Leah. So, what happened when you went there today?"

"I went there today to ask him for some sugar, and the cocky bastard had the nerve to ask me if I thought he was sweet." Cooper laughed as he found this amusing.

"Next thing you know he's walking up to me whispering things in my ear so I asked him if he only wants to sleep with me. You know, since I'm the queen of “one-night stands”." Cooper busted out in laughter again. I'm glad to know he finds this funny.

"He then replies no, saying he would like to get to know me. As if I would ever let that happen.” I rolled my eyes. "I then tried to leave and he comes up behind me smelling all good and s**t telling me how he can't stop thinking about me." Coopers mouth drops as I continued to explain.

"He's just going to be a distraction for me Coop I don't know what to do." I said with a sigh. Cooper began to clap.

"What the hell are you clapping about?" I asked Cooper annoyed.

"Because he is exactly what you need Leah." I rolled my eyes at Cooper and then he started dancing with excitement.

"Goodnight, Coop." I turned around and walked away. Cooper began to laugh.

"Wait, so did you ever get the sugar?" Cooper yelled out behind me.

"Go to hell Coop." I could hear him laughing. I couldn't help but find myself to smile too. I think it was time for me to go to my favorite spot to clear my head.

I arrived at Coney Island and found myself a quiet spot to sit down at the pier. As I settled in, I couldn't help but appreciate the tranquility that the late-night breeze brought from the nearby beach. It was a familiar sensation, one that I had grown to love over time.

The sound of the waves crashing against the shore and the gentle caress of the sea breeze against my face created a sense of calm within me. In this moment, all the worries and stresses of my daily life seemed to fade away. It was as if the ocean held the power to wash away my troubles, if only for a little while.

I often find solace in coming to this place to gather my thoughts, especially after completing a mission. The weight of the world can sometimes become overwhelming, and it is in moments like these that I seek refuge. The vastness of the sea reminds me of the bigger picture, of the endless possibilities that lie beyond the challenges I face.

There is something about this place that keeps my sanity in check. Perhaps it's the rhythmic sound of the waves, or the way the moonlight dances on the water's surface. Whatever it is, being here allows me to find clarity and perspective. It is a sanctuary where I can reflect and recharge, ready to face whatever comes my way.

As I sit here, gazing out into the darkness, I am reminded of the importance of taking moments for oneself. Amidst the chaos of life, it is crucial to find those pockets of peace, however fleeting they may be. Coney Island has become my haven, my escape from the demands of the world.

I am reminded of the power of nature, of its ability to heal and restore. The night sky stretches out before me, dotted with stars that seem to shine just a little brighter. And as the cool breeze wraps around me, I feel a sense of gratitude for this moment of respite.

I know that soon I will have to leave this tranquil oasis and return to the responsibilities that await me. But for now, I will cherish this time, allowing the waves and the breeze to soothe my soul. The peace I find here will stay with me, guiding me through the challenges that lie ahead.

The absence of my sister weighs heavily on my heart, haunting my every thought. Sleep eludes me, as my mind is consumed by the relentless ache for her presence. However, despite my past actions to seek justice for those who have harmed others, I find myself yearning to put an end to the cycle of violence. Above all else, I desire nothing more than to have my sister back by my side, to regain a semblance of a normal life that was cruelly ripped away from us.

The uncertainty surrounding her fate, whether she still lives or if she remains captive, engulfs me in a never-ending torment. I’ll never forget the terror in my sisters’ eyes. She didn't deserve that. We never deserved any of the bullshit we were put through. We were all we had.

The ocean breeze is something beautiful, right?" a man said. I turned around to see it was Jackson. It was a pleasant surprise to see him, although I couldn't help but tease him a little.

"I'm beginning to think you're stalking me, Jackson," I said with a playful smile. Despite my teasing, I was secretly glad to see him.

"If you wanted my number, all you had to do was ask," I informed him, trying to hide my amusement. It was a lighthearted way of reminding him that he didn't need to resort to such tactics.

Jackson laughed at my response and replied, "Funny, and here I thought if I found an excuse to use your phone, I could slip my number in there." His playful remark made me chuckle.

"I actually came out here to clear my head. It's something. "

"About the ocean breeze, I know all about it. That's kind of my thing." he said finishing my sentence. I was shocked. How could we like the same thing?

"Right, it's been my thing for years now," I replied to Jackson. He had asked me if he could join me on the pier, and I had granted him permission. As we sat side by side, he inquired about my other interests.

"Well," I began, "fashion is definitely one of my passions. I have a deep love for jewelry, clothes, and shoes. My closet could easily be mistaken for a mini shopping mall."

Jackson nodded and smiled, his eyes twinkling with curiosity. "I'm sure you'd look beautiful in anything you wear," he complimented.

Peace and quiet is also my thing. I explained to Jackson. He then got up and looked at me with curiosity. He finally said, "Come with me, I want to show you something." His words intrigued me, as I wondered what he had in store. There was a sense of mystery in the air, and I couldn't resist the urge to find out more.

"You can trust me. Here, take my hand," he said to me as he reached his hand out, waiting for me to put my hand in his. I hesitated for a moment, unsure of what awaited me on this adventure. But there was something about his genuine expression and the trust in his eyes that compelled me to take the leap.

I began to sigh. This tingle in my body. This feeling that I’m getting in my stomach. Why does it feel good? What is this? It was a strange yet exhilarating sensation, as if my entire being was awakening to something new and exciting. The feeling was both comforting and invigorating, making me question why it felt so good. As he waited for my response, I had to snap back into reality.