His Assassin (My Love, My Heroine)

Chapter 1

ZAILA

I'm checking my blond wig and makeup in the elevator's mirror while waiting for my destination. I look at my body, checking also if my dress were slutty enough for this mission. I mentally rolled my eyes at that thought.

I look like a f*****g bimbo in a mini red dress that has a plunging neckline, and the hem was only a little inch below my ass with killer black shoes. I have long blond hair cascading on my back; my makeup was thick to change my feature, while my lips were painted with blood-red lipstick to make them more slutty than it was.

I nod to myself, satisfied with my appearance. This role is not my first time using it, but I like to make everything perfect for my goal.

"I found daddy. Time to find sissy." I heard Bubble in our communication device in my ear.

What she said was a code. It means they found the man responsible for taking the girl to this hotel for a dirty politician's pleasure. Also, the code let me know that the hotel's system is now totally under Bubble's control. Now all I need is to save the girl from our target and eliminate them.

"I will, babe. It's time. See you later," I answered and turned off our communication device to focus on my mission ahead. They still have my pulse rate monitored through the microchip in my wrist and the cameras under Bubble's control to know my situation.

Knowing that I'm two floors away, I close my eyes and deeply sigh, taking all my emotions and shoving them into my mind, leaving only the feeling I need for these roles. When I open my eyes, I become the slut that seeks pleasure; a flirty, seductive smile appears on my lips.

When the elevator stops, the flirty smile on my lips remains plastered, I step outside the elevator, straighten my body like a model, and walk like I own the hallway with my hips swaying. When I appeared in the vision of the target's bodyguards, the seven of them turned their attention to me with lust in their eyes. Too easy.

I mentally rolled my eyes. Men are way too easy to fool. Their eyes followed my every move, the way their lust-filled eyes lingered on my legs, and the generous amount of my cleavage made me want to vomit. I hate this part of my job, but this was the easiest way to distract my prey.

They didn't even realize I pulled a mini-Glock 42 in my small purse since they kept looking at my body. I fired it at seven of my target's bodyguards in seconds, soundlessly. I watch them slowly slide into the wall and slump on the floor, asleep. I used tranquilizer bullets. I have no reason to kill them; the crook politician only paid them to protect him and turned blind and deaf if they wanted their families to stay safe. The most loyal guards of my target are inside, waiting their turn to assault the girl after their boss is satisfied. Something that I need to do right now before it's too late. My expression turned cold and deadly, just thinking of the scenario waiting for me inside.

Using the employee card we 'borrowed' from the housekeeper, I swipe it in the scanner to unlock it and silently open the door, careful to make a sound. Good thing, that the television was loud enough to keep them oblivious of my presence. Removing the silencer gun attached to my back, I immediately aimed it at the nearest man I saw and fired, hitting him in the skull. Taking advantage of others' shocked expressions, I pulled the trigger repeatedly, hitting my targets in their hearts or in between their eyes. One tried to cover and shoot back, but he met my bullet before he could even pull the trigger. Eight persons were now dead in front of me, but I didn't feel remorse for them; they didn't deserve it for all the evil they caused. I mentally pat my shoulder, proud of my work again.

Knowing that my target is the important person I need to deal with, I put my gun in the holster attached to my back, literally. Technology amazed me always, and so are my gadgets, like my favorite daggers attached to my thigh. I take one of them and stride towards the bedroom, kicking it hard to enter. My body shakes with fury seeing the f*****g bastard on top of the young girl. I didn't think twice, throwing my dagger at the disgusting pig, hitting him in his shoulder blade. I can hear the bone crack from the force of my dagger that is now planted on it. He screams loud from the pain, almost stumbling into a girl, but he immediately recovers and jumps out of the bed while clutching his wounded shoulder.

Like a predator, I walk toward him, enjoying seeing the pain in his face and the blood coming from his shoulder. Ignoring that he is naked and the sob coming from the young girl tied in the bed, I will deal with her later after finishing with this vile man.

"Who...who are you? D-do, you know who I am?"

Pathetic. He was trying to be brave, but his eyes could not hide his fear of dying in my hands. He was trembling from the pain, scared shitless now that I'm in front of him.

I didn't answer him, never did to my kill, especially I can still see the lust in their eyes even on the edge of dying. Like the wind, I pulled the dagger into his back shoulder and swift it quickly into his throat before he could even scream. I step back immediately, away from the blood oozing in his throat. The girl screamed so I turned my head on her, she suddenly stopped making sounds but the way her body shook, she was afraid of me.

Terrified more like. It pains me to see her tears flowing like a river in her eyes. I walk to the side of the bed and cut her tie; I walk to the other side and do the same. She immediately brought her legs up in her body, head on the knee, and her arms hugged them, silently sobbing again. I can't blame her for acting like that.

I turn my attention to the man who now died on the floor. I throw the dagger next to him again. It will be the sign that I killed him. Without my fingerprints, the blade had a carved crown, and my name on it was enough, so the cops didn't need to waste their time finding the killer. However, they will only add these to all my crimes for years that now are unsolved.

"Hey Lizzy, I was sent to rescue you. Don't be afraid," I said softly. Without waiting for her answer, I scoop her shaking form and take her into the bathroom. I feel her relax a little. "I'm going to let you clean yourself before taking you out here, okay?"

I put her down in the shower and stepped back. "Go on, sweetheart. Take a shower; I will find you a dress."

She simply nods nod to me; she looks more relaxed now and trusts me. Good. I glance at my watch; I still have 12 minutes left before the hotel's system blackouts to cover our escape on this floor and take her to my team. I still have one mission left.

I came back to the bathroom with her extra dress in my hand. The bastard who brought her was a greedy asshole, pretended as her father, and left her in this room tied until my target came and assaulted her. I'm glad they are dead now; I hate killing them again. I watch her shakily but vigorously scrub her trembling body to get rid of the stench and blood of the bastard. She is only fourteen years old, and yet she already experienced the horror of this world.

Although I was only 13 when I started my mission like this, my training prepared me for the worst, but nothing was worse once you were on it. In my first mission, I acted as a homeless girl and let myself get kidnapped. I knew what to expect but seeing those girls, innocent, naive girls snatched away from their homes and pulled into the dark world angered me a lot at that time. I watched a few of them suffer terribly in the hands of those devils, and I made sure those monsters died painfully in my hands too.

For the past decade, I saved countless children, teenagers, and adults, and received many bullets and scars on my body from it, but I continue. If being an assassin was the few way to get rid of the evil in this world, glad I am one.

"Close your eyes, sweetie; I don't want you to see many dead bodies in one place."

She shakes her head; determination appears in her eyes despite the fear in them. I nod and hold her hand as we walk outside the bedroom to the living room with dead bodies in a few places, broken furniture, and appliances. She scans them all in a few seconds and tags my hand to continue walking towards the door, but I stop her; I take two dark eyeglasses in my purse and give one to Lizzy. She gave me a confused look.

"Night vision glasses. Put it on." I said while putting on my eyeglasses and pressing the button of my communication device.

"We are coming, babe."

"On it. You have 5 minutes, " Bubble answered. Seconds later, the lights turned off, a total blackout of the whole building, and our chance to leave the room.

With our night vision glasses, I opened the door and pulled Lizzy to the floor's exit, ignoring the sleeping forms on the floor. After I step outside the elevator, Bubble locks the rooms on this floor and the elevator doors.

"Quick, Lizzy, walk fast; we only have 5 minutes before the hotel's system will turn back again."

We run down the stairs until we reach the floor where my team is staying. I searched for the number and knocked six times. Immediately Pinky opened the door and led us quickly inside, locking the door behind me. Lizzy stayed beside me until we reached the living room, where Bubble was busy with her computer. I remove my eyeglasses and take Lizzy, too; the light from Bubble's computers was enough to light the room. I saw Ash and Ren in the corner decorating; they are in charge of making this place look like having a bachelorette party.

"Save. Forty-eight seconds left," Bubble announced.

Forty-eight seconds later, the light returned. Bubble turns around; her eyes soften when she sees Lizzy that now in Pinky's care. She faces me and sends a signal to change. I nod and head toward the room where Lavender is already prepared for my next outfit. I immediately remove my blond wig, leaving my auburn hair free. I tore the mini dress from my body, then the attached sheath of my daggers on my thigh, while Lavender removed the holster with my gun on my back. I almost groaned in pain when she pulled it into my skin.

I walk in the mirror and start cleaning my face with makeup remover and wipes until I'm myself again. Lavender helped me put on my black bodysuit and boots; she attached my katana's sheath to my back to complete my appearance. I watch myself transform into the woman feared by many in the underground world. I smirk coldly.

This is who I am, Queen the Deadly Assassin of Ultor Organization. Leader of Ultor Elite Team. Zaila Rainey Acosta.