Obsession | 18+ |

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Oliva :-

I am bit scared, god. Trying my best to live in these crual World. I am bad girl that you made me, I killed 27 at 20 but I promise, I never kill a good human.

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I never understand, why people throws big parties. We all love parties, I love too but- People don't think while throwing big parties. I never interested in business parties, but I am interested in these party. I am not even invited in these party, I tagged myself with fake ID's so I can kill a guy. I don't know why I am heartless when I become assassin.

I am interested in these party to kill someone, NO. Tonight, there's is bloody party for me. I am well aware that these business party is from big or damn big business man Noha Manson, he is throwing party. I know his age 28. he is 8 year older then me. I am youngest assassin, plus I kill around 27 humans in these world. 20 guy I killed and 7 older women. I always killed someone who deserves to get killed. I always ask first and make sure that person gets completely get justice, by killing them? that's my profession.

I never wanted to be assassin first but after I seen my dad killed by-

"Hey, Bella!"

I snapped back at the guy who is holding my lower back. Italian guys look sometimes so delicious. Then lose your damn Varginity to them! f**k!

"Hey!" My words comes out desperate. He chuckled at my response. "Enjoying party- with no pair surrounding?" No pair, yeah! with vergin ass.

"yeah, I think I am just enjoying with my red wine." I drink my wine in response with big bright sexy smile. he looks in his middle 20s. he has dark features that I heard from many books. he smiled so sexy. he lowered his hand down to my well perfact but not round ass.

"Well, that's perfect." I heard alot that Italian guys or Italian greek god looking guys can make wet your panties, but I don't have single f*****g effect. I let my mind wandered around bar. I felt that Italian guy is trying to get into my pants but no sorry I wear such sexy black bodycon dress. My dark brown long staight-wavy hair can effect, my appearance can make me feel look beautiful and confident. To kill someone, yes! I look that much perfect to kill that guy.

My mind immediately comes to target, I look around in big shiny hall. Everyone wear such shiny black dress and suite. Of course! they all comes here for Funeral. I chuckled at my inner thoughts. I immediately made my way down hallways. Before leaving that Italian guy, who is still looking at me for chance. I smirk at him and made my way to my target of the day.

My target is not dickhead or not an asshole but he killed his own child or his own daughter. A child? Yes, sometimes people do big sins but why they never seen some sympathy for kids. He killed his own daughter, his own blood. who can be that cruel? He and his wife both divorce after his wife found out that he killed his own blood and their first child. she try everything to justice but that asshole use his money power own her. I think she is lying at first but in the end I realised that she is telling truth.

My target made his way down hallways, where mostly Mafia Bosses make their deals. I never hired by mafia's and I don't want to be hired. I don't know what type of deals they make, who knows? Before he go inside hall, I dropped my expansive clutch bag old techniques.

He immediately comes to help me, I found my target but that seemed likes. he expacted me? he immediately caught my hands and gave me my clutch bag, before I can respond he takes me down hallways. f**k No!

"Hey, I seen you are looking at me?" His deep husky voice, f*****g Italians.

"Oh yeah, I think you look so handsome man, here?" No lies, My last words sounds like I am questioning him. he looks handsome with share jaw line. He immediately wrapped his strong arms around my small wrist. I look at his eyes with some sympathy for him. he stays their like looking at me for so long.

"Like what you have seen?" of course, nothing? I wrapped my hands around his neck. He have damn tattoos on neck. I try to outline tattoo with my sharp nails. Your nails are not that sharp and grown? I inhale deeply to make a good romantic seen.

"let me show you, what I have seen! Follow me!" Again, hell yes! old techniques. he immediately follow me. I take him out of hallways, their is such dark room near to kitchen area. I take him and lock door but before he can catch him. I immediately take out my posien injection and injected him. I injected him on his neck.

he try to scream but I put hand on his mouth, his screm is now no one going to hear or never going to be heard.

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I take long cold bath after everything happened. I never imagined that happened so easily, I think that Noha Manson's party has big security but no I am wrong. They are literally stupid people in these world. I killed my target and leave that place without Running?

Whatever, I lived on cozy house with not many neighbours surrounded. My house is not big mansion or something but my house has three bedrooms, two bathrooms, one big kitchen where I love to cook my food and also cozy living room. My dad's memorial library in my office. My most time I spand in my office. I am not assassin who go to kill everyday, I do research first about person before killing someone. I own barbecue section in back of garden. I made a little cute section for home made vegitable. I grow them in my garden. with some delicate red roses.

I never hierd maid, cause I never trust any of them. I clean every room of my house by myself. I am lazy to do hard workout, so it's easy if you do house cleaning it's your easy workout. My diet plan is eating more vegetables and justice more people, by killing them.

After taking bath, I wear long t-shirt and shorts. I started to dry my long hair with simple towel. it's going to be long night.

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As sun start to begin brighten my room, I weak up immediately and start straching my hands. I feel fully awake and fresh. I killed a guy last night-

Sharp pain hit my head, "f**k" I hold my head in my hands. I never understand these anxiety always killing me. why these types of feelings comes in my body, when I kill someone.

I never felt some feelings but these type of anxiety or you can tell some concerns, that always hit my head after killing someone.

I jumped from my bed and make my way to bathroom. I took another long cold shower, cause of that I felt better then before but I felt bit frustration taking over me. I never been frustrated, I am craving something, f**k!

I heard small knock on my door. I comes down and look through camera. I watched a man in black suit and mask standing and ringing door bell for third time. I immediately start speaker.

"Hello?" I felt my anxiety claiming myself, again. I realised he is not only covering his face and he covered his hands in gloves.

"Olivia Myers?" I swallow hard, I never been scared but these anxiety killing me.

"Yes?" he looked at camara.

"I came here to meet you, can you let me come inside your house?" he asked politely but he seems to scared for some reason? I never told anyone about my real identity then how these guy know? and I don't have friends not even family, who comes to meet me. I feel something bad. why?

"how you know my real name?" I immediately regarted, my question is some what i***t question ever.

"I came here to meet you from-" he swallow hard, I felt.

"from who?" I ask him cause my heart beats gone crazy. why the hell I am scerd? he should be scared.

"From- uhm- 'Italian mafia'."

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A/n :- I hope you all are looking forward to another chapters? I hope!