Alec's POV
He'd pay for taking my life away from me, for turning me into this monster, for taking away my chance at having a normal life.

I had so much blood that I could barely recognize myself. I wonder what Jessa would do if she found out. She'd probably run away again and this time I wouldn't blame her. I parked the car two blocks away.

We'd been sent to kill the minister of finance. The old geezer had borrowed a huge amount of money and was outright refusing to pay. Boss wasn't happy about it.

My phone beeped. Checking it I studied the blueprints of the place and the buildings nearby, committing it to memory. I had a photographic memory and I was a fast thinker. At least that's what the doctors say.

It was one of the reasons why boss wanted me to work for him. I was smart...real smart. I grabbed my briefcase and moved out of the car.

The Minister's bodyguards were stationed at every possible exit of the park so i couldn't risk entering else I'd be taken for questioning after he'd been shot.

I'd have to aim from a higher view then. I walked towards the apartment complex on the opposite side of the park. It had twenty two floors. Entering, I located the main power source of the building and attached dynamite to it.

I got into the elevator and hit the twenty second floor button. Listening to the song playing I thought about where I'd shoot, his heart or his head.

I decided the head would do the job, less pain that way. I've never gotten any pleasure from killing people. The best I could do was to try and make it as quick as possible so they didn't suffer much.

Getting off the elevator, I ran to the stairs and took them to the roof. "Damien, where is he?" I yelled into the watch. "Hold on, I was getting ice cream. I lost him." He said. I rolled my eyes. Leave it to Damien to get ice cream while planning someone's death.

"Find him you idiot! Before they decide to leave. If we fail you know the consequences..." I trailed off.
When the boss gave you an assignment he expected you to do it. Fail, and you get punished. During my time working for him I'd failed an assignment only once.

It landed me in a coma for two weeks. "Yeah I know.. anyways I found him. He's over by the swings..be careful..there are kids there." He warned. I rolled my eyes.

"I've got perfect aim and you know i could do it with my eyes closed." I bragged. It was the truth though. "That's not something you should be proud of you know!" He said.

"You're just jealous. Now get out of there...make sure the car's ready." I said. Opening the briefcase, I took out the 22LR Cartridge. She was a beauty.
I lay down on the floor after setting it up.

Finger on the trigger, I located my victim. He was a short plump man in a black suit, his bald head shining brightly. He stood by the swings talking to a little girl who was swinging... probably his daughter.

No matter how many times I do this, it  doesn't get easier. I could feel the whole wrongness of the situation. His life wasn't mine to take... but I didn't have a choice. I felt terrible. In many ways, i was like my boss.

Just as he took my family from me, I was taking the child's father from her. She'd grow up without a father. I was going to put her and the rest of his family in pain. I was as much of a monster as my boss. I was selfish enough to sacrifice so many families just to get mine back.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened them Alec was gone and the beast had surfaced. My alter ego took control. Creating my alter ego was my way of self preservation.

Alec didn't kill...the beast did. Alec wasn't the one who hurt people...the beast was...and Alec didn't touch Jessa...the beast did. In my mind Alec was the old me, the good me. I aimed for his head.

Then I pulled the trigger...once, twice, thrice. It hit him right in the forehead. The screams pierced my ears as people ran for their lives. I saw half of his body guards rush to him while the rest ran towards the building having traced the direction of the gunshot.

I smirked. Amateurs. I packed the gun and put it into the briefcase. "Five, four, three, two...one." I counted. I pressed the button and a loud boom rang, shaking the very foundation of the building.

I'd blown out the power supply unit of the building which meant the guards were stuck in the elevator. It'd take them at least ten minutes to get up twenty two floors even if they ran.

I'd need five minutes to leave. Taking out the grappling hook, I closed the briefcase. After attaching the hook to the side of the building and ensuring it was secure, I jumped.

Years ago I was afraid of heights. Now I scaled skyscrapers as though it were second nature. It was as easy as walking. When I got to the fifteenth floor one of the guards spotted me. I waved before jumping.

I heard the sound of glass shattering before the gunshots started. I jumped done at the third floor, onto the ground and started running. When I got to the car, I sat in the passenger seat and Damien drove us out of there.

"So... what's for dinner?" He asked while I struggled to catch my breath. I gave him a look and he burst out laughing.

Jessa's POV
Today was March tenth. Yesterday Alec had been gone the whole day. Today, he started his morning off with one of his bimbos. How do i know this?

Her annoying voice could be heard all the way from the basement. Oh Alec! Yes baby! Harder! Fucking bitch. I was seething. I hated the thought of him being with someone else...of someone else touching him.

But I couldn't say a goddamn thing...afterall..I was the one who left. Shaking my head to clear my thoughts, I stared at myself. I was going to meet mama at the festival.

I was excited and nervous. I'd put on a grey sweater and some jeans..it was warm but I didn't have a choice...I couldn't have her seeing my bruises. I'd taken the bandage off my head and the bags under my eyes looked better today.

The honking of the car alerted me. I rushed down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Alec had threatened to leave me behind if i wasted his time. That was after he told me to address him as Mr. Ambrose.

I sat in the car and put on my seatbelt while Alec drove. Today was the day. It was halfway through the day and despite how sunny it looked, I felt bleak and grey.

I was scared. I tried to focus on the people on the streets, dancing, laughing, colours everywhere, the music, food, drinks. It was like a community party. They all seemed so carefree...like they didn't have a worry in the world.

I wondered what it felt like...to be normal. The scenes before me reminded me of Jenna. This had been her favorite festival. I shook my head to clear my thoughts.

I turned my attention to the man next to me who was clenching the steering wheel tightly, his face void of any emotion and his back as straight as a rod. He looked uncomfortable...and it was because of me.

He parked the car next to a red minivan. "One, stop that annoying tapping!" He yelled at me without looking at me. I jumped up, not expecting that. My head bumped into the roof of the car and I cried out.

Pain radiated in my head as black spots dotted my vision. "Hey! Snap out of it! We don't have time for your drama!" He said snapping his fingers in front of my face.

When my vision cleared I grabbed his fingers to stop him only to blush and remove my hand when he flinched at the contact I'd initiated. He looked at me, a mixture of concern etched into his beautiful face and his lips set into a permanent frown.

Alec was handsome...he was hot! He was the epitome of beauty. His messy jet black hair that had me fighting the urge to bury my fingers in them, his perfect nose and his perfect red full lips that seemed to beg me to kiss them made him extremely attractive.

His bulging muscles and his six pack outlined by the tight shirt he was wearing just made me want to jump his bones. Alec was...he was sex on legs. Desire pooled in my core as I thought about this.

"Miss Brooke I suggest you stop oggling me right now and focus on the matter at hand. You can fantasise about me later." He said smirking, amusement gleaming in those smouldering blue eyes.

Yeah...he knew he was hot. Alec's face never told much but his eyes...his eyes said everything. The sound of my name brought me back to reality. He'd told me recently that he didn't want to be on a first name basis, that it was only reserved for family and friends.

I can't deny it..that hurt..a lot. But I told myself that I deserved it. Everything he threw at me I would shut up and take it. No matter how much it hurt.

"Yes, Mr. Ambrose." I snarled, smirking when he glared at me. Sometimes i wanted to snap and yell at him for treating me this way. But then I remembered what I did and I shut up. I deserved everything. It was my punishment for what I did.

I'd been desperate...yes! I'd just wanted my sister to live. But when I got back and found out she'd died, the reality of what I'd actually done hit me and it hit me hard. I was so ashamed of what I'd done.

I couldn't tell anyone. I couldn't bear to see their judging looks. I just couldn't.

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Alec is so petty🤦🏽‍♀️🤦🏽‍♀️ Okay so guys...don't think Damien is crazy, okay? Everyone has a way of coping with tough situations...he acts that way because it's his coping mechanism.
💔He's got a soul and he hates what he does.

😌Okay...get ready for the next chapter...things are about to get steamy 😏😏

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-Daisy