"I peek up at his features, at the crooked grin I want to savor, at the colour in his eyes i'd use to paint a million pictures."

•~ Tahereh Mafi ~•

The owner of Royal casino was celebrating his son's birthday. A grand party was held and all the gangsters and casino owners were invited. Colourful disco lights were illuminated everywhere and people were dancing on the beats.

After the party got finished, all the people started to evacuate the casino. The night was cold and dark but not colder than that man's heart who was standing on the roof on the adjacent building. With eyes blue like the deepest ocean and razor sharp jawline with a bit of scruff and a moustache, that 6 feet 1 tall man was a fine specimen of a man. Claded in cargo pants and jacket with a sniper rifle in his hand, he was looking like an angel of death for his victim.

He put his one foot on the corner of the wall and aimed at the gate of the casino. His victim who was a middle aged man came out. He was waiting for his car. August aimed at his heart and pulled the trigger. He didnt think for a second. The bullet pierced through his heart and the man fell on the floor atonce. Crowd gathered and screams of people were visible to the ears. His daughter was screaming for help."Dad! Dad! Please somebody help me. Dad! Please wake up." But she didn't know her dad won't wakeup again.

"Goodbye!" August said and turned his back.

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August was sitting on his revolving chair in his cubicle. He was thinking about his victims. How many people he had killed and was thinking about who he was killing next. His mind was racing while he was spinning the paperweight on the desk.

He was working with the CIA but killing on contract was his side business. He was the one most trusted by the CIA due to his professional skills and a stone heart who never showed mercy on terrorists and his victims.

"Walker!" He woke up from the thoughts atonce seeing his female colleague.

"Your coffee! I was getting it for myself so I thought you might like it as well. Its 11 p.m already and we are still working ." She said.

The office was half emptied and most employees had already left but he was the one who was mostly left with a load of work but somehow managed to carry out his side business as well. He was devilishly handsome, tall mascular physique with golden curly locks with a curl hanging on his forehead. Girls working there tried to flirt with him but he was not into them.

"Thankyou!" He said in a cold tone and took a sip from his cup looking at his laptop screen. The girl wasn't expecting this behaviour so she left and went to her cubicle.

Suddenly his cellphone started ringing. There was an unknown number.

"Who is it?" He asked in a cold tone.

"It doesn't matter who am I. I just want to meet you. Come at the address at 11 p.m tomorrow provided in inbox. We'll talk there." The voice said and hung up.

Walker was not habitual of working on other people's terms. He had always been carrying out his tasks in his own ways. He was not only a cold blooded killer but also an expert on computer hacking and call tracing. He typed the number in his laptop and it started to trace the identity of the person who called. After a minute, the name of Steve Johnson appeared on the screen.

"Steve Johnson" I see. He talked to himself.

Within a matter of minutes, every information of Steve was on his laptop. Including his date of birth to his address and his designation.

He took a sigh and rested his head on the back of the chair closing the laptop.

"Steve Johnson" he took his name again as a smirk appeared on his lips.

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Alexis' P.O.V

I had sold almost all flowers again today. However I had sales girls working in my shop but still I had to be present there in case if a huge order needs to be booked. Tonight, I had plans with my besties to go to a night club to get some drinks as it was weekend.

We had planned to meet at the Soho Night Club at 9 p.m. I hadn't got a car with me at that time as it was parked in the garage of my home. I decided to get a bus so I stood at the bus stop and waited. The bus arrived after five minutes.

The night club wasn't so far and I reached in half an hour. My besties gave me a warm welcome.

The night was full of fun and enjoyment. I had so many drinks and dozed of on one of my friends. She had to drop me home in her car and I was knocked unconscious on my couch.

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It was 10 O'clock in the morning. Steve arrived at his office and got busy in his official tasks.

He was about to meet Walker that night to give him the contract to take his sister's life. He was still confused as to do it or not because she was his sister but wealth and greed had blindfolded him. He was looking at the contract of merger which required his sister's signature.

"Soon this contract will be useless as you would no longer be alive Alexis." He talked to himself.

Suddenly his intercome started ringing.

"Yes!" He said.

"Sir! There is a man who wants to meet you. He calls himself Mr Ryan." His secretary spoke from the other side.

"What does he want?" Steve asked.

"He says its confidential."

"Ok! Send him in" Steve replied and hung up.

After a while, there was a knock on the door.

"Come in!" Steve said while looking down at the papers on his desk.

He heard footsteps coming towards the desk but he didn't bother looking up to see who he was.

"Steve Johnson!" I am here. A grave manly voice echoed.

Steve raised his gaze to see a tall, dark and handsome man with piercing blue eyes staring at him. He was shocked.

"What are you doing here?" He asked.

"I thought I should meet you here instead of where you wanted me to meet." August replied while taking out the chair to sit infront of him." Where did you get my number from?" He asked.

"From a friend of mine. He is in CIA too and he is also aware of the black deeds you do but CIA trusts you blindly." Steve replied folding his hands on his chest." You coming here to meet me is not suitable thats why I chose that place."

"I don't follow what others say. I have my own ways." August replied very calmly." Now! Come to the business. Why did you call me?" August asked leaning forward placing his elbows on the table.

"I want you to kill someone and for that I'll pay you a handsome amount." Steve offered.

"Who do you want me to kill?" August asked.

"My sister." Steve replied while slipping a photo on the desk towards August.

He took a look at the picture.

"She loves flowers." Steve said.

"It seems so." August replied while looking at her pic." She doesn't look like a threat to me. Why do you want to kill your own sister. I have never seen anyone doing that." August said while placing the picture on the desk.

"I cannot tell you why. You just have to do it. She has a flower shop in Kensington, London. You have to go there and do that as soon as possible. I will arrange everything for you there. You just have to manage reaching there." Steve explained.

"Oh! So now I have to fly to London to get her killed. What makes you think I am that free to do this." August said leaning against the chair.

"Look she is of no use to me. She is asthmic. Her house bills are paid by me. Her flower shop is managed by me. She is a liability." Steve was looking angry.

"I don't think so she needs to get killed for this. There will be a genuine reason. You are hiding something." August raised his voice.

"Ok. You ask her what is the reason meanwhile I am finding somebody else to do it for me." Steve said.

"Wait.." August said and after thinking for a while he replied." I'll do it but..I have my own ways." He said.

"What do you mean by this?" Steve asked.

"I mean you won't interfere in this after I leave from here. You won't call me either again or ask when am I gonna kill her." August said.

"Ok. Do it in your own way. I won't come in your way." Steve replied." Tell me when it is suitable for you to go to London. I'll make all the arrangements for you."

"I am leaving tomorrow evening." August replied.

"Ok".. Steve said.

August turned around and left. He had a plan in his mind and a viscious smirk on his face.