Assassin's Girl

Lucian Matthew— Killer of Zara Larsson?

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I walked inside the apartment, my lips pulled in a smug smile. I was slowly earning trust of Benjamin. It was hard but I was on my way of it. The house looked dark, with no sight of Lucian Matthew inside the house. I took a breath of content, after all it was rare to breathe a breath of content since Lucian Matthew decided to make my life a living hell by living with me. I filled the cup with water before gulping it down in one go. I was thirsty. I was hungry but too tired to cook anything since I had a very busy day. Dealing with the Morty, first and then with the Benjamin.

I lied down on the sofa, my back pressing against the rigid cushion of it. Matthew made it clear for me not to enter inside his room. He had some secrets buried under those floors and beneath the mats. He once said. I rolled my eyes, closing my eyes to get rid of my tiredness. But then something clicked in my mind. An impish smile gracing my face as I let out a chuckle. Oh, love. Matthew was still not in the apartment and his rules had value only when he was in the apartment. I wanted to know what was buried in his room. What was his secrets he wanted to keep away from me?

I walked into his room, keeping a keen gaze on the way he had kept his things, not wanting to disturb his orders. I looked through his drawers, closet and cupboards but I found nothing. Not even a single clue. Zilch! Other than a few books of law and order, I found nothing. No wonder a criminal as such him, reads book of laws and order, just to break them. It was so hard to imagine a person like him reading books but I was no one to judge.

Some secrets are buried in my floor and beneath those mats. His words rung in my ears I quickly bent down to look inside his bed to see a mat on the floor . I quickly pulled the mat away to reveal a dusty file and I furrowed my eyebrows, grabbing it as I flipped through the page. It looked like he had collected informations of certain people, with their picture pasted along with their age, color, height, complexion and their weaknesses. In front of everyone's picture there was a red cross. And much to my astonishment I show a picture of my past. A picture of Zara Larsson.

My eyes widened as I brushed my fingers against my picture and read through my information printed on the page. Blue eyes, pale skin, red hair. Heir of Larsson's empire. Only daughter. Twenty one. Weakness: Family. Love. Heart. And in front of my picture was a yellow cross, unlike that of a red cross, other people had. Fire and anger burned inside my eyes as some dots connected in my mind as I glared at the page. Why does he has my picture in his folder?

"What the hell are you doing in my room? Looking through my file, Elina Green?" A familiar voice rang in the room but I wasn't scared of him. His voice only increased the rage inside me.

"And why the hell do you have my— Zara Larsson's picture in your folder?" I almost slipped out the truth, turning around, barking at him and his eyes flashed dangerously as I tore the page of Zara Larsson from his folder and he took a threatening step ahead.

"What do you think, Green? Why do I have a pictures of random people in my folder? I don't worship them, of course. What do you think I do then, sweetheart?" His voice chilled my spine but I still matched his glare as his lips pulled up in a malicious and cruel smile.

And when I didn't answer him he took another step towards me, his eyes still holding the evil look in his eyes and I suddenly felt how Lucian Matthew actually looked like. Savage. Impassive. Sadistic. And this look on his face could make anyone tremble from fear.

"Come on sweetheart, speak it out. What do you think I do with these people, Green? I kill them." He whispered the last part making a shiver to pass down my spine.

"So you killed Zara Larsson?" He smiled, shaking his head as he looked at me like a predator looks at his prey. With fascination enough to kill.

"What else do you think I did with her? It felt really peaceful to kill her, Green. You can't even imagine how peaceful my heart felt when she took her last breath. But not as peaceful as torturing you, of course."

Tears brimmed my eyes and I suddenly felt helpless. Why would he kill me and my family? And how can someone kill an innocent without even feeling the guilt? Did he not think how any one of us will live if we come out of this alive with this trauma?

"Why? Why kill her, Matthew? I— She didn't do anything wrong with you? Why kill an innocent person? Did your heart not tremble even once while killing her and her family?"

"Why are you feeling this sympathy towards Zara Larsson? Did she buy you too with her money? Of course, she did. People with money think they can buy everything with money. Freaking rich people!"

And his words hit me like nothing ever did. Was it just about money? It's always about the damn money! People come and die but the only thing that matters is the money. And why would a person like Lucian Matthew kill a girl with three other criminals when he can do it all by himself. I felt like everything inside me was curling painfully and my heart ached. Not because he planned my murder but because I couldn't believe he planned my murder. My heart didn't accept what my ears heard. He is lying. My heart whimpered. He is an assassin. My mind whispered.