Assassin's Girl

Zara Larsson

I once had a beautiful family. A supportive father, an understanding mother and a very loving brother. I remember the day my family breaking for the first time when my brother died from a car accident. We couldn't even see him for one last time. I could feel his embrace on my body, his warmth. My Noah. My brother. I never knew it was the last time I would see him. That it would be the last time I'd be able to talk with him. I didn't even get to say goodbye to him for one last time. I licked my lips as I gazed at his picture on the internet.

Noah Larsson. The painter and poet.

His abyss pool of silver,

Made my heart clench for the umpteenth time.

This time we met, unlike those other times,

But only to depart.

His grip on me nothing like usual,

They were content; relaxed.

The embrace that once warmed me,

Now made me pale.

But he was content.

I looked into those chasm of undefined beauty,

Like those of ocean that always embraced me,

With no shame, no motive.

My grip on him increased just yet,

Only to leave.

My fingers brushed his, like the first time—

Our eyes met and he smiled, a tear slipping down as I took a step back.

The ocean engulfed him, like it did me once

And I stood afar, looking at his now empty space,

His essence still fresh on my flesh.

I gazed and gazed into the waves, my lips tugging u in a smile.

I had finally let him go where he belonged,

In those wild waves, untouched and free,

Not like with me— bonded and tampered.

My heart kept shattering until I couldn't hear it anymore.

The waves accepted me like they did to that of my beloved,

Only for me to float; my eyes staring at the sky,

My soul soaring high. (The girl died)

I read his work, again and again and again. As if his voice rung in my mind. He always wanted to be heard by the world. He always wanted to live in the books and wanted to be immortal in his poetries. Who knew we would only find him in his works again. We didn't knew that his words would be the only thing left under his names. I wiped my tears, taking a deep breath to calm my aching heart. This is life, Elina Green. People die everyday but you can't die before you avenge your and your loved one's death now. I have worked so hard to be here and now it's their time to face the consequences of their actions.

I straightened my shirt and pushed my glasses on. It was time to know about me. About Zara Larsson. I walked out of the apartment towards the hub, where people sell the information they have hacked into high amounts. I sat down on the empty seat, snapping my fingers as I called the waiter and ordered some drink and slammed a few banknotes on the table, attracting a few people. Of course, it's the money that attracts people.

A few people looked at me with curiousity and greed. I smiled inwardly as I looked around with dreamy eyes. I felt people whispering to each other when I again slammed some more money to get my ordered drink early. I saw people's eyes widening when all the waiters and bartenders started attending me. The power of money was showing it's talent. Some looked at me with envy while other with their dreamy eyes. I smiled when I found the faces I wanted to see. They were looking at me carefully and I rose my brows at them, tilting my head at the side before smiling at them.

"A woman with money in the hub, what is that you want to buy, Madame?" One of the woman asked with blonde hair and light blue eyes. Her face held the look that could make any person take a step back in precaution. Her left face was scarred and she looked at me before her gaze focused on my bag where I had kept my money.

"Will you able to give me what I want to know, Miss—" She chuckled, flipping her hair around as she looked at me, ready to revert back.

"My name is of no importance, Madame. However, your money can get every information which is buried deep in my heart." She spoke, her lips licking her upper lips as she pointed at my purse. "Brim me with money enough to make me vomit every information out."

I smiled, taking a sip of the nasty drink that made me wish to puke it out. How do people even drink drinks as nasty and bitter as this? But I still gulped it down, burning my throat.

"What's the price of Zara Larsson?" I asked casually, taking a long sip of the drink and she rose her brows before she let out a chuckle and looked at me with amusement.

"Zara Larsson's price hiked every hour when she was alive, Madame. But what's the need for her information after her death?" She asked, wiggling her brows and I laughed softly.

"Zara Larsson...... she interests me. And her death interests me even more. Who could've killed the only heir of Larsson's? How can one kill her with all the security?"

"Madame, why do you assume that someone killed the Larsson's? It was a house fire. Could've been an accident." She said, lighting her cigarette as she took a drag of it as she looked at me intensely and I laughed shaking my head. Accident? My foot.

"Oh come on, people like the Larsson's don't die from accidents. Deep down everyone knows it's a murder." She nodded her head slowly as she again nodded her head.

"And why do you want to know about the killer? Knowing too much is too risky, Madame. Today you are paying me to know about her murderers and tomorrow someone will pay me thrice for you." She said with a laughter and I smiled, feeling the irony of the statement. I was paying people to know about me.

"What can I say, darling, money involves the risk. And those who are willing to take it, earns it. And it's my headache to handle later." She smiled at me, snorting through her nose.

"Very well, Madame. Tell me how much can you pay for the information?" She asked and I smiled at her antics. If I'd say her I can give her five thousand euros, she'll demand ten thousand euros. So I just smiled, taking another sip of it.

"Tell me the amount, darling, I'll pay you in cash." She looked at impressed before her lips pulled in a malicious smile.

"Seventy two thousand euros." She demanded and I looked at her with raised brows. Seventy two f*****g thousand euros? My worth is freaking seventy two thousand euros?

"Here," I said slamming the money on the table and her eyes widened in shock. I own a f*****g empire, darling.