The Billionaire Hit Woman

CASSANDRAFrom NôvelDrama.Org.

I sit by the window side in my bedroom, and see Nicholas’s car drive into the compound. I stare down at him from the window as he parks and then gets down from the car. He doesn’t have his tie on and his clothes look rumpled, and I start to wonder if he got into a fight. I watch him as he drags his brief case out of the car and then staggers before jamming the car door shut, and begins walking slowly, with his head down. I wonder what is wrong with him and why he is being this way, and that’s when the realization hits me.

What do you mean ‘what’s wrong with him?’, you are. You put him in this position Cassy. You shadily entered into his perfect beautiful life and then brought your shameful useless life into his, and now look at him. You made him this way so don’t you try to act innocent now.

I sigh and leave the window to the bed when my phone rings. I move quickly to the bed side table and then pick up my phone, checking the caller ID to see it is Victoria, as expected. I take a deep breath, bracing myself for whatever she’s going to say, it’s not like I can ignore her calls unless I want to meet my father in the great beyond.

“Hi.” I say as soon as I pick up her call, placing it by my ear.

“I don’t think you should have hung up on me Cassandra. You, my dear, are playing with fire that you can’t control.” She says in anger.

“I’m really sorry. I didn’t intentionally hang up on you. I promise you it was a mistake.” I lie, hoping she’ll believe it and drop it. I really don’t have the time to stress myself.

“Oh!” She says doubtfully, “And even if I do believe what you just said, would you care to explain that excessive banging on the door and Nicholas yelling something about love and kiss?” She asks. I go silent not knowing what to say and what lie to use for her, so I decide to use the lamest lie ever.

“I don’t think you heard right.”

“Cassandra, lying to me means you want to lose your life, so I suggest you just do what I ask of you and get the hell out of there before I lose my patience and believe me when I say my patience is running really think.” She threatens and I flinch in fear, knowing fully well what she is capable of. Am I going to lose my life if I can’t kill Nick? What kind of question am I even asking myself? Of course I’m gonna die.

“I’m so sorry, I promise it won’t happen again.” I beg.

“How do I trust that you would do your job soon and get the hell out of town? Because you’ve been saying that for quite some time now and I haven’t seen any improvement.” She says. I keep quiet, not knowing if I can do this anymore but I can’t tell her that, I’ll most likely be dead before the end of tomorrow.

“I gave you my word, I will do what I got paid for, I will kill Nick.” I say trying to convince her.

How can I even convince her when I haven’t been able to convince myself? I have numerous doubts, and I just can’t bring myself to kill an innocent and kind man like him.

“Good, that’s a little reassuring.” She says and I let out a sigh of relief, “But…” She pauses.

“But?” I ask her, urging her to continue what she wants to say.

“But this is your last chance Cassandra. If you do not kill Nicholas soon or if you try but do not succeed soon, I will have him killed by someone else and then kill you with my own hands.” She says in a sweet tone, the kind of sweet that sends shivers down one’s spine, making me gulp down my saliva.

“I will kill him.” I say.

“That’s great Miss Johnson, I hope we’re clear?” She asks in a serious tone.

“Clear.” I say quickly

“Then good, next time you will be calling me or the next time I will be calling you, I want the news of Nick’s death, else we will be planning your own death.” She says and then hangs up on me. I fall to the bed as soon as the call ends. I have to kill Nicholas this night, I can’t die, I just can’t die and leave Cole all alone in this cruel world. I will kill him; I must kill him tonight.

I stay up late throughout the night, and at midnight, I tiptoe out of my room, holding a pocket knife and another knife I took from the kitchen tightly in my hands as I walk carefully up the stairs to the top floor. I make my way to Nicholas’s room, still on my toes. As soon as I get to his door, I breathe in and out and then hold my hand out in front of the door.

“Nick.” I whisper as I knock gently on the door, trying to know if he he’s sleeping or still awake. No reply

“Nick.” I call again but everywhere is still silent. I guess he is asleep then. Gently, I push open his bedroom door and then make my way inside the room, I lock the door after me gently and then walk towards his bed, with a kitchen knife and pocket knife in both my hands, since I don’t know which one I’ll use yet. Yes! I know after this I would go to hell for killing an innocent man but I have no choice actually, as much as I will love to spare his life, I’d love to spare mine as well, and besides, if I do not kill him, someone else will kill him and I would be dead too. I’m pretty sure I sound crazy for saying this, but I would rather I kill him, than someone else kills him. I feel some way about him, but I still can’t pinpoint exactly what it is.

I get to his bed, my heart beating wildly as if it is about to jump out of its place within my ribcage. I watch as his chest rises and then falls back. He is fast asleep with his lips slightly open, making him look cute and funny at the same time and it makes me want to laugh but I control myself.

He is still in his work clothes for some reason, I guess he was too tired to get out of his clothes, and I start to wonder how uncomfortable he must feel now. I sit quietly and gently by his bed, staring at his features while he is sleeping. From his closed eyes to his sharp jaw, looking like perfection, without anything on his face being flawed, except for the pimple on his cheek.

Should I just kill him by choking him or suffocating him with something because I can’t bear to see his blood splash all over me. No? What if he wakes up while I’m trying to strangle him or choke him to death, then I would get arrested for sure. I don’t think I can kill him; he looks so innocent even in his sleep. I touch his forehead, and immediately withdraw my hand because he is so hot. Don’t tell me he has a fever.