|Third person's POV|

The door flew open and several men stepped out, holding their gun firmly in their hands.

The room was quiet. The men could only hear their own footsteps and breaths as they walked across the room.

They could see dead bodies and blood spilled everywhere. It didn't take longer than a second to guess who made all this mess.

"Find her. Now!" The boss, Logan, shouted at the other men who instantly split themselves up to look for her.

After a few minutes of searching, the men returned with their heads lowered.

"There's no one here, boss." One of them spoke as they watched the Logan clench his jaw in frustration.

"Mother fucker," Logan hissed, placing his gun back in his waistband. He then dismissed his men who left instantly. As soon as his men left, Logan called someone to clean up the mess.

However, before the man could leave the place, he was shot straight in the head and fell on the ground, dead.

Azalea's POV|

I watched as Logan's body fell on the ground and smirked in victory. I was not in the building, I was in another building, on the roof with my gun fixed on the room where I knew Logan would come as soon as he would hear noises.

I couldn't risk anyone knowing who I was or where I was.

After placing my gun back in my bag, I entered the building where Logan was killed. Logan was a child and women trafficker so I eliminated him. He also played a major part in my parents' death. This was part of my revenge. I swore that I'll take down every single person who was involved in my parents' death.

I deleted every footage that showed even a single part of me. I made sure that the footages couldn't be recovered even by the best of the bests.

I then got into my car and drove to my house. After taking a much needed calm and relaxing bath, I changed into comfortable clothes and crashed on my bed before falling into a deep slumber.

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