"Please don't shoot me.
Please don't shoot me.
I lost my target, I can still fix this."

I chant in my head as I breathe heavily, every part of my body engulfed in excruciating pain.

"Why are you here?", the familiar cold voice echoes in the holding cell I'm in.
Even though my eyes are covered with filthy linen, I'm sure I'm in a big room with Three Piece seated across the room.

Now, this guy is the scariest thing ever, with those steel gray eyes and hard lined jaw, reeking of this otherworldly dominance. I try to breathe, attempting to ignore the malice in his voice.

" Why are you here?", he repeats.

"I lost my target."

"Who are you?", he snarls.

"Grace", I mumble, fully aware of the fact that this response would earn me another punch. More pain is always welcome.

"Who are you?"

"Grace," I repeat and as expected, I feel the full blown force of a punch to my gut, tasting a fresh flow of blood in my mouth.

Spitting the blood out, I suck in a huge breath. I know I shouldn't have said that but if I rile him up more, maybe this would end sooner. 'This' being my life because he's definitely not letting me go after I lost a target. The target.

"I own you, love"
The sound of his following chuckle sends shivers down my spine.

The cloth is yanked from my eyes, just as a sharp pain sears through my skull. Three Piece has a fist full of my hair in those huge hands of his. As my eyes adjust to the bright white light, I recoil at the sight in front of me. Stifling my gasp, I take in the humongous wings seemingly attached to Three Piece's back.

I must be hallucinating.

I look away at my painfully bright and white surroundings. The room is empty except for the heavily armed men around us.
I groan in pain as he yanks my hair harder, forcing me to look back at the.....thing.

"That's like my girl now. I taste that fear", he purrs as I take in his huge figure towering over me and the...wings.
What the fuck are those for anyway?
Can he fly?

They're made of gray feathers, each almost as long as I am and they're all....attached to him?

" Who are you?", he repeats, making me look into his eyes, only to shudder yet again. The usual steel gray is speckled with wisps of silver, shining as bright as platinum in the sun. The pallor of his skin too is a sickly pale.

"Assassin", my voice is hard and cold, void of emotions. Almost robotic, showcasing submission.

"Who owns you?", he demands in a commanding voice, my scalp burning with the pain that another yank sends through me.

"You do, sir."

"Why did you lose your target?", he lets go of my hair, holding my gaze.

"She..sh-she........I-I....", I sigh. I let her go on purpose. To be honest, I know he just needs to touch my forehead and see what I did for himself but I'm petrified of voicing it out. I'm screwed.

"You're not screwed if I allow myself to be as vulgar to say it.......", he pauses and smiles but I see the pure, naked rage in his eyes. Instantly, he slaps me hard across my face, drawing more blood.

"But you're dead."

"What?", I yelp, earning me another punch in my sides by Three Piece's minion standing beside me.

"I'll get it done real quick. Pure or not, you're as useless as they come."

I tug at my reins, even as it burns my wrists immensely. I really don't want to die. But as he points his gun in my direction, I know that struggling won't help even though I can't help but wonder why someone with wings needs to shoot me.

This is it. My end.

Tasting blood in my mouth, I shut my eyes. If not fighting, I go down with pride.

Upon hearing the echoing gunshot, I brace myself for the impact. However, even after a few seconds, I don't feel it. Instead, I hear a gentle clink of metal on the floor right near my feet. Opening one eye, I try to figure out what happened and spot the bullet on the ground, shocked as my heart beats wildly in my chest.

What the fuck just happened?

"How-", Three Piece shoots five more bullets in my direction and I squeal, eyes squeezed tight. Within seconds, five metallic clangs echo in the holding cell and I gulp.

Feeling light headed, I blink several times as my vision fades to a blurry one, slowly engulfing into darkness.

" Ezrael. " I hear Three Piece curtly mumble in the distance, the barely masked anger dripping from each syllable.

"Gabriel.", a deep voice resounds as I feel myself finally slip into the darkness.

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Hey guys!
This is an extract from the actual story. It's not supposed to make much sense in terms of the plot but well, it fits best for the prologue.
I'm so excited to bring this book to you! It's a story which is special to me. ❤❤❤