"Marcus!!" In a whirlwind of anger and fear, she screamed his name, unable to bear the thought of losing him any longer.As if awoken from a daze, Marcus abruptly stood up, his eyes darting between Heather and the woman he had been with. The sight of her tear-streaked face left him overwhelmed with both amazement and guilt. He didn't know what to do in that moment, his mind racing. Hastily grabbing his shirt, he turned around to search for Heather, only to find her gone. Fury gripped him as he whirled back toward the woman."What the hell are you still doing here?" he spat, snatching his gun from the drawer and firing it at the wall, the sound echoing through the room. The woman trembled in fear."Please, don't kill me," she pleaded, rushing off the bed and fleeing without bothering to dress. Marcus groaned, filled with self-loathing."What have I done?" he murmured, his words hanging heavily in the air. He dashed out of the room, desperation driving him to find Heather, but she was n
She stood in front of the bathroom mirror, studying her reflection. She adjusted her hair—a sleek ponytail that showed off her high cheekbones and sharp jawline—while checking the straps on her sports bra and waistband of her leggings before slipping into her running shoes. She had a mission to complete and needed to be in top physical shape.By day, she was a model, but by night, she was an assassin. Her father had been a member of the Mexican police force and when he was killed by one of the ruthless crime bosses in Mexico, she was left with nothing but a thirst for revenge. She had trained to become a killing machine and had taken down numerous targets with precision and efficiency.Today, she had a job to do—to take out a high-ranking member of a notorious criminal organization in Mexico City. She had received her instructions from her client and everything was in place. She was ready to strike.As she stepped out of her house and into the bustling streets of the city, she blended
Marcus held Heather's gaze, trying to look past the mask she wore. He smirked, still holding his injured arm."Terminator?" he called out, more of a question than anything else. Heather lowered her hand.She approached him, walking around him for a moment before chuckling."Your death day isn't today. As you know, I don't miss my target, but we still have a score to settle," she said, and Marcus furrowed his brows."A score to settle?" Marcus asked as he dug his nails into the arm where the bullet had lodged and pulled it out."We'll talk about that some other time," Heather said before walking out. Marcus scoffed."She's pretty sexy," he muttered to himself before heading over to the first aid box to treat his wound.HEATHER'S MANSIONShe walked into her room and straight to the bathroom without removing any of her clothes. She had already removed her mask. She turned on the shower and stood, glaring hard at the transparent glass in front of her. She sighed."Dad," she muttered, heav
Heather gasped in shock as she saw who was in front of her. Mack? What was he doing here? Wait, don't tell her he was the owner of the modeling company she wanted to work for? Her mind raced with thoughts until Mack cleared his throat, bringing her back to reality."Hello, Heather," he greeted her. Heather almost jumped at the sound of his voice. Mack and Mark both looked surprised at her reaction. Heather looked from Mark to Mack and then quietly sat back down on the chair."Hi, I mean, hello," she stuttered, and Mack tried to hold back a laugh at her reaction. Heather pinched herself to snap out of it and stopped herself from cursing aloud."I'm here about the proposal Mr. Mark asked of you. That's why I'm here, Miss Heather," Mack said in a professional tone. Heather quickly nodded."I'll do it. I have to be on my way now," she quickly rushed her words, much to Mark's dismay. Wait, did Heather just accept to model for the company? Or was he dreaming?"Heather?" Mark called out to h
SEA PORT>SAME NIGHTMack come out of the car with some of his father worker at the crime house. He walk forward and present the money for the opponent. One of opponent take it and check. He nod at the others and they give mack the goods. Mack opened the bag and confirm the goods is intact. He turned to go when one of the opponent bring out a gun and shot it at Mack but he was so fast to dodge it. And a bloody fight began. Mack's accomplice also brought out their guns.Mack and his crew fought fiercely against their opponents, bullets flying in all directions. Mack managed to knock out one of the opponents while his father's workers took out the others. In the midst of the commotion, Mack's phone rang, and he quickly answered it."Hello?" Mack said in a rush, still fighting off his attackers."Hey, Mack. It's your Dad. I need you to come back to the warehouse. There's been a break-in," his dad said, sounding worried.Mack's heart sank. He knew the warehouse housed some of his father's m
Beverly was shocked and immediately held Heather's hand. "What kind of trouble? Are you alright? Do you need my help?" Heather shook her head. "I can't involve you in this, Beverly. It's too dangerous. But I just wanted to let you know that I may not be as available as I used to be. And if anything happens to me, I want you to know that you are one of my closest friends." Beverly looked skeptically at Heather, but saw that she was serious. She nodded in understanding and they chatted for a while longer before Heather had to leave. As Heather drove away from Beverly's mansion, she couldn't help but feel a sense of loneliness. She knew that getting involved in criminal activities was putting herself in danger, but it was the only way she could survive in this ruthless world. She hoped she could find a way out before it was too late. ------Heather entered her large living room and was shocked to see Mack at first. "Why do you look like you've seen a ghost?" Mack asked, shrugging. H
Heather's heart raced as she processed Mack's request. She had anticipated this moment, knowing that gaining his trust and getting close to him would eventually lead to situations like these. But now that it was actually happening, she couldn't help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness.She looked into Mack's eyes and saw the genuine desire and vulnerability within them. He wasn't just asking for a casual fling, but for something more meaningful. Heather knew she had to play her part convincingly, to ensure her plan remained intact.With a coy smile, she nodded her head, giving him permission to kiss her. Mack leaned in slowly, his lips gently brushing against hers. The kiss started off innocent, a tentative exploration of each other's feelings. But as their lips moved in sync, the passion within them intensified.Heather allowed herself to get lost in the moment, to forget about the ulterior motives that drove her actions. Mack's touch felt so familiar, and for a brief mo
Her mouth hanged opened, she couldn't close it, did he caught her already. Did he find out she is terminator."W-what are you saying, we have never meet before" she manage to say and cover it up with a chuckle. Mack let go of her hand and she sigh in relief."I gat to go now- see ya" she said and rush off. Mack stare at her as she walk out of the house. Is he mistaken? He is definitely sure he had seen her somewhere. He was still in his rivalry when a call come in his phone. He stare at the ID and almost hissed. He picked it up anyways."Dad" he said slowly and the man at the other end scoffed."How many time do I have to tell you not to call me that, I'm your f* boss" the man said angrily."What do I owe this call?" He asked softly and he could feel him smirked."You have an exchange tonight, no mistake" the man said and hanged up at once. Mack stare at his phone and his hand dropped. He's already tired of this life. He wish his mum is alive. His phone ding and the location of the mi