The Assassin

Solane, the assassin, has always been precise in fulfilling her master’s commands. But this time, fate dealt her a cruel hand: She failed in her mission and was also raped by the very man she was sent to eliminate. To her surprise, he becomes fixated on her. Yet, her master, has secretly fallen deeply in love with her. Will these three find a path to an unexpected resolution, or will their destinies forever remain bound?
The heels of my Mary Jane pumps clicked loudly against the ground, despite the tell-tale signs of debauchery surrounding me. The red neon sign of the brothel at the end of the alley buzzed angrily, and the sounds of rats scurrying off to find their next big score was anything but cathartic. I wrinkled my nose in disgust when I heard a man grunting in the alley behind the dumpster as he pumped into some hooker.
I froze when my heel landed on something squishy. I glanced down and picked up my foot, cursing at the sight of the used condom.
“Dammit!” I hissed, scraping my shoe on the ground, trying to wipe it off.
I’m throwing these shoes away as soon as possible. Nick will be mad when he has to replace them, but all I have to do is smile sweetly and bat my lashes and he’ll give me whatever I want.
I approached my intended destination—Paradise. It was nothing of the sort. It was just a hole in the wall brothel that fed the desires of drunken men who wanted to slum it up with loose pussy and cheap booze before returning to their doting wife and children after a long day of work.
Fucking degenerates…all of them.
I snorted when the “s” in Paradise finally flickered out, spelling Para-d-i-e.
Someone is dying tonight—that, I guarantee.