1. Chapter One

Chapter One

Klaus

T he shit I do for money is absolutely fucking ridiculous, but unfortunately for me there is no getting out of the business. Not that I even wanted too. After twenty-nine years of my side business, it’s about time to retire, but I can’t seem to even want to let it go. It’s all I’ve known for so long. How do I just drop the one thing my father left me with until his sickness started to spread? The last connection to my family.

My grip on the manilla yellow envelope tightens, the paper inside crumples as I continue closing my fist and fighting the urge to go back to the hotel that my team currently awaits tomorrow’s game. They know the rules, there is no bullshit when it comes to professional fucking football, they keep their shit together and play with all that they fucking have meanwhile I lack fucking sleep at every game because that’s normal for me, and turning myself into a fucking ogre, well that’s the price I pay if that means having to force them to play harder while I ream them out for their poor plays.

Like I said, normal.

I pull on the ends of my leather gloves making sure they are neatly tucked into the sleeves of my leather jacket and slowly place the crumpled envelope on the passenger seat of my Mercedes. Pushing the black button on the dash board that has a single letter, X, I wait for the transporter to hide the license plates while I grab the syringe full of cyanide and carefully place it in my coat pocket. Exiting the vehicle, I pull up the black fabric from underneath my leather jacket and cover my head with the hood, then grab the loose piece from around my neck and cover my nose and mouth. The only thing that’s visible are my eyes but with the generic brown contacts my true color remains hidden. I’m a ghost making close to twenty thousand dollars per hit.

A luxury I don’t necessarily need but am grateful for having and doing since the moment I turned 16 years old, I am stacked with it.

Moving through the wooded part of the property I slowly make my way until the sight of the huge mansion comes to view. The Vargas family, a billionaire that has unfortunately pissed off the wrong people. I’m not hired to know what he did, just to make him disappear anyway I want. Unfortunately, he has a family. I'm a vicious man but I am not unfair. He’ll die a quick natural death, so his family can grieve without knowing the shit this man was into.

I carefully move through the yard and up at the back door of the elaborate mansion, the building could pose as a museum with how big it is. I don’t understand the need to waste precious money on a home that can fit more than twenty families. Once I reach the building, I carefully insert the copy of the key that was disclosed in the envelope. The door squeaks open and I slowly push the heavy frame until I can fully fit through the threshold.

The chilling harmony of the “Passacaglia” by Pianovus plays in the distance, the beautiful song causes goosebumps to spread throughout my body. Sadness plays with every smooth glide of the keys. I shake the curiosity away as I make my way up the steps of the lavish home and into the bedroom of Sergio Vargas. He’s laid out on his bed in what looks like a suit, sleeping peacefully as the music carries through the mansion as if the piano were sitting right in the same room.

Without wasting time, I quickly remove the cap of the syringe and push the needle to the side of his neck, injecting the clear liquid into his blood stream. Swiftly moving away and into the shadow of the hallway, it takes about half an hour for the poison to make its way into his system until the silent gurgling sounds of his convulsion finally take him.

Now that the job is done, I let the beautiful sounds flow through me as I follow the sweet melody playing in the distance. I’m hypnotized by the harmony of the piano slowly moving towards the sounds within the darkness until I reach the dimly lit room that illuminates the grand piano by a large window sill.

The gentle caresses of the piano are coming from a slim red headed angel, her body sways as her fingers move from one key to the next. Her eyes are closed as she plays, the music flowing through her body as if it were part of the instrument. Her ivory skin illuminates the way an angel would in the moonlight. I’m entranced. Completely and utterly hypnotized. She looks young from this angle, about half my age and yet I want to fuck her as she caresses the piano.

This is wrong. So wrong. But I can’t find it in me to move away from my hiding spot until the song slowly comes to an end and her fingers pause on top of the white keys. I can hear the sniffles take the place of her melodies as she abruptly stands and closes the case over the keyboard. The thud echoes through mixing with her silent tears. She turns her body towards the hallway where I’m watching her through the cracks of the door, her tears drip from her ocean blue eyes down her flushed freckled cheeks. My fingers twitch wishing I could wipe those tears away. My eyes caress the outline of her body, her hourglass shape has me wanting to fall to my knees. She’s dressed in a light green modern dress with a high neckline, it’s elegant, modest and very mature, yet it makes her look young, very young. My guess is early twenties and that in itself is dangerous. I’ve never been so enthralled before by a woman, and right now is the worst possible time to get turned on by just her looks alone.

My cock twitches as I watch her lick the tears off her bottom lip and I hold back the moan threatening to expose the stranger inside her home. I silently move through the mansion and lock the door on my way out. Leaving my thoughts on the girl who completely took my breath away.

Why were you crying baby girl?