In the darkness of the room, the television's screen glowed with paparazzi running behind the man in black. He didn't pay any attention to them and continued to talk on his phone. " Who might have killed them? Any rival? He was your finance head after all " one of the reporter asked trying to keep pace with him. No answer! " How does it feel to have the tables turned against you ? You too have many suspicious blames of murder on your part " That was it. He halted in his way and turned out to grab the man's collar. " Whoever has done it, will pay. " He watched directly at the camera making Catalina conscious of his words, " I am after you. You shouldn't have killed my men. Mazov Kuznetsov never forgives. " He got behind the security, protecting him from further questioning. She could feel, he was in a foul mood. Well who won't be. If your best friend and best crime partner was killed. Catalina switched off the tv and rose from the torn out chair. In the pitch darkness, she smiled

Catalina stood up from the ground, her legs shaking with pain. As the blood flowed through the veins again, it caused a burning sensation.The girl, kicked her in the guts making her fall again. Catalina crawled away before she could hit her again. She tried focusing on her target, the girl. It was not new to her. She had done it before.With her eyes closed, she repeated the words she was taught like a mantra." Aim at their neck. Then legs and grab the face downwards. "Catalina rose up and stared at the girl. She was high on drugs and had no sense of what was happening there. If it was some other day, she would have fought the girl effortlessly but with her hands not working properly and she starving since three days,she had to be extra cautious.The girl, tried to grab her face but Catalina moved away and kicked her in the knee making her fall. She grabbed her neck and punched her two times in the guts. She wouldn't kill her. She had never killed a female before. The pain in

She did everything. Every possible thing a person could think of to impress someone they like. Maybe more than a sane person. When she was 13 , her uncle introduced him to her. She was mesmerized by the lifestyle he followed. Being born a poor and a sixth girl to the family added more to her pains. Catalina's whole life was based on impressing others. First it was her parents. But who could possibly make them love her. No one and they never did. From getting good grades to never getting into a relationship she did everything they could have been happy about. But their thoughts were fixated on her "weak genitals ".As a kid she would think, was it really so good to be born as a male rather than a female? But she never thought that her brother, yes they finally had him, as the eighth kid was any better than them. Even she would secretly think that her mom was stronger than her weak father who would use alcohol to lash out his anger. At school, wearing her eldest sister's uniform di

Catalina had barely gotten any sleep. But the moment when her eyes closed, the loud alarm rang like bullets piercing in her ears. She got up horrified and confused. She needed to be on alert mode all the time. It was not her safe haven but the place where she could be buried dead and no one would ever know. She made her way to the exit of the corridor and five gun men stood up straight on the sides of the path. She passed them without any notice as she found one woman tied up to the pole. She froze in her steps as the captive woman looked at her with a deadly fear in her eyes. Mazov sat in his chair in all his glory as two buttons of his shirt were open revealing his toned chest. He glanced at Catalina who was visibly shaken up by his cruel pain inducing methods on the woman. "Come here. " He asked Catalina who obviously debated her next move. But she had to prove that she was not slightly afraid of him. Why would she be? She was supposed to be one loyal person in his gang. "Sit."

Catalina stretched her body and tried to gain the flexibility which Mason had. Even though he was a muscular man his body moved with the flow of air. She couldn't seem to forget how he easily performed the task. She praised him mentally and wiped the grin off her face. She attempted more than fifty times but couldn't perfectly copy his movements. At 9 PM she Obediently like a kid started looking out for the place where she was supposed to have dinner. Surprisingly for her there was no one at the dining table. But the table was set and food was covered waiting for the people to start eating. She looked around for a while and saw one of the maids coming in her direction. " Sir asked you to wait for him. He is in a meeting but it won't take more than 20 minutes. Please wait for him. " The maid told her. Catalina cursed him in her head. This man won't leave a single chance to get closer to her. If truth was to be told then she feared the way he looked at her when they were alone toge