6 May 2012
I heard a knock on the door and I knew it would be him. I breathed in a long sigh before opening the door, to find out I was right. He was standing there looking at me and even though I knew he was here to arrest me I couldn't help but know that I loved him with all my being and I always would. My name is Leah and this is the story of how I became an ssassin in love.
I come from a long line of elite hired assassins and with time our family became larger richer and more influential than most people would think. From a young age I was taught to hide my emotions and to think on my feet, I was taught to be cold hearted but try as I might I just could not act like the rest of my relatives. I didn’t want to be an assassin and eveytime I finished a job I was ridden with guilt, which I learnt to live with. I had to, I loved my family too much. To all of my relatives a target is a target, but to me a target is a person. I remember the first time I killed someone. Her name was Samantha Jenkins. I remember it as clearly as if it was just this morning, the way her saucer like brown eyes looked at me pleadingly in the second before I had the courage to pull the trigger, I remember how as her body fell to the ground I had to keep the tears in, and how I tried to stop the voice in my head screaming “she’s somebody daughter! Someone’s friend!” I remember fleeing the scene and crying myself to sleep that night for I knew that no matter how much I wanted to change, this was who I was. As a little girl I used to think that my family would change, but as I grew older I learnt that I was wrong, and instead of hoping I made a vow. I would give my children a chance to be different and not force them into this killing business.
On this particular night where my story starts I was on the plane ride back from my cousin's wedding reception, it was beautiful, like a fairy tale and although I felt a little sad that my heart had been broken I was elated that she had found someone to share the rest of her life with, they had met 6 months ago and if she hadn't fallen for him she probably would have killed him and I would have been taken for a fool for longer by none other than his brother. Carl Matthews. Even thinking of his name made me mad. He made me believe he loved me just so he could use me, and I swear if my brother hadn't killed him, my cousin Kiara would have. But my either Ivan did kill him and Kiara married his brother chris so I guess things turned out pretty well. I landed at London Heatrow airport and went through security checks, as soon as they were over I jumped into my car and started speeding on the highway hoping to get home as soon as possible just as I was about to take my exit I heard sirens and got pulled over, I let out and exasperated sigh and ran a frustrated had through my short black hair. I was tired and just wanted to get home.
"do you know how fast you were going miss?" I heard deep voice say as I turned with a sweet smile hoping to get out of a ticket. And then I saw him. Caramel skin and hazel eyes, pearly white smile framed by a slight stubble. I just couldn't stop staring, and my heart wouldn't stop jumping. "miss have you taken any drugs or alcohol?" he asked with a frown. I quickly focused back and smiled, " no I haven't officer, I'm just exhausted. Was I going too fast?"
"120mph, speed limit is 90"
" oh..." I just couldn't think straight.
" I'm going to have to give you a ticket" I gave him my details and he wrote me a ticket, he frowned as he saw my surname.
"Adams...Leah Adams...it's familiar" he said right before he took out his phone and called the station and asked about me. Are police officers even allowed to do that?! I stayed calm, I knew I always covered my tracks. He hung up with a frown and asked " what do you know about the Carl Matthews case? Accorded to our files you two were pretty close" My blood ran cold, I though that case was closed. "he broke up with me that morning" I said "next thing i heard he shot himself" The officer looked doubtful, " I don't believe you, but can't take you in for questioning. I will keep an eye on you, anything new that comes to your mind get in touch" he handed me his card. His name read Inspector Ricardo Martinez and there were a few numbers on under it. Mobile, office, pager. I got back in my car eager to leave but before I pulled off he put his hand on my roof and leaned in. " if you are hiding something, I will find out miss Adams. Have a good night." he said and walked back to his car, I quickly started my car and made my way home with a hunch that inspector Martinez was going to cause BIG trouble.
The next morning I woke up and as I was having breakfast I turned on the news, my spoonful of Cheerios stopped midway to my mouth as I recognised the man speaking on tv, inspector Martinez, I had only seen him once but his face was imprinted in my memory I was sure it was him even before I read his name on the screen, I focused and understood the newscast to be about a countrywide drug ring he had busted, ok so he was good. He was talking straight to the camera as he said: "Law breakers cannot be aloud to run our country, I am dedicated to let out civilians sleep peacefully. Let these arrests be a warning to you all. If you are hiding something I will know and you will pay" I felt a chill as he stared at the camera and I swear it was like he was speaking directly to me, but it couldn't be. He didn't know anything and Ivan hadn't left anything that could possibly lead to us, inspector Martinez was good but not THAT goo. Then as I stared at the map on the screen I realised something. The drug ring wasn't country wide, it was Europe wide.
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