Alexander pov
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunshots. Screams. And then… the soft thud of bodies hitting the ground.
Those were the three things I grew up with. The three things I was used to and, oddly enough, the three things that made adrenaline course through my veins.
Blood. The sickening sound of knives slicing into flesh. The tears, the terror of someone standing at death’s door.
These were the things that made me feel alive.
It was what shaped me.
There’s a popular saying: “Monsters aren’t born, they’re made.”
But me?
I was born and made this way. I still remembered when my therapist first diagnosed me with psychopathic tendencies.
He had said, “I’m sorry, Mrs. Knight, but your son shows signs of early stage psychopathy. While it’s still developing, he doesn’t process emotions the way most people do. I understand that people in your line of work don’t flinch at killing, but this is a seven-year-old child. You said he cried when you told him to shoot his dog but didn’t hesitate to shoot you. I’m afraid he’ll only grow worse with time.”
I’ll never forget the look on my mother’s face when she heard that-
The glint in her eyes.
The outstretched grin as she stared down at me.
“Perfect,” she had said. “You really are the perfect one.”
“Perfect,” I murmured under my breath, dodging the bullet that whizzed past me as a wicked smirk tugged at the corner of my lips.
“You’re really the perfect one,” I chuckled darkly, reloading my gun and aiming it at one of those bastards. Without even looking, I pulled the trigger.
The heavy thud of a body hitting the ground was all the confirmation I needed- my aim never missed.
I moved from my hiding spot, darting to the left as I fired off another round without hesitation.
Again and again, every bullet I fired found its mark- right between the eyes of my targets.
Perfect one for what? I already knew the answer, securing my father’s legacy, my mother’s wealth, and their grip on power.
All my life, I had been nothing more than a tool.
Not that I cared. At some point, you just… stop caring.
You stop caring when your mother sends assassins after you every night when you’re barely fifteen, just to see if you’d survive.
You stop caring when your own father tries to kill you because your influence in the cartel is threatening his.
I had stopped myself from caring. But there was one thing I would never accept.
Anyone trying to hurt what’s mine.
The last time, I killed her. Not because she tried to attack, but because I saw the way she looked at Felix. That look… I knew it all too well. I knew exactly what sickening thoughts ran through her mind when she stared at my son.
So I ended her. Before it was too late.
And now, she had miraculously lived.
But this time, I won’t make the same mistake twice.
“Quick, inform the boss! Alert the others, but do not shoot the boss’s son. Kill everyone else-”
The man didn’t get to finish. A bullet tore through his skull, and he crumpled to the ground, blood pooling beneath him.
I arched a brow and glanced up, spotting Julian perched on one of the rooftops with his sniper rifle. He was grinning like a madman, fist pumping in the air.
“Yes! Hell yeah! Still got it!” he cheered.
But his celebration was short-lived. A bullet whizzed past his head, missing him by inches.
“Shit!” he cursed, scrambling for cover as more shots followed.
I clicked my tongue in irritation. A sniper’s greatest strength was remaining unseen yet this idiot had just revealed his location.
My eyes narrowed and I quickly turned around, narrowly dodging the bullet that nearly hit me in the chest. My head snapped in the direction the shot had come from, and I aimed and fired back- one clean shot, taking him down.
Running for cover, I ducked behind a car and pulled out my phone, dialing Adrian’s number. He picked up on the first ring.
“Go save the Juilian. Make sure nothing happens to him,” I ordered firmly.
Adrian’s voice came through, laced with concern. “What about you, boss? Are you going in there alone?”
“Get the other sniper to cover me. Aim for the head, I want everyone here dead.”
“I ended the call and reloaded my gun, frowning when I realized I only had one bullet left in the magazine.
Not like it mattered. I only needed one for her.
Without hesitation, I tilted my head to check if the coast was clear, but the sudden thud of a body falling beside me snapped my attention. One of them had died trying to sneak up on me.
Lifting my gaze, I saw Adrian giving me a sharp nod, and Julian standing beside him, grinning despite almost getting himself killed a moment ago.
“We got you, Uncle! Go save Sister-in-law and the little demon!” Julian shouted.
Adrian immediately clamped a hand over his mouth and hissed, “Quiet!”
I couldn’t help the slight smirk that tugged at the corner of my lips. Rising to my feet, I tucked my gun into the back of my waistband and pulled out a dagger, sprinting toward the entrance of the house.
The moment I moved, her men charged at me, guns raised. But Julian and Adrian were faster, taking them down one by one. The rest? I handled them myself.
I ducked under the arm of a man about to fire, grabbed his wrist, and drove my dagger into his neck, hot blood splattering across my face. I didn’t even flinch. Without wasting a second, I turned to the next man, seized him by the collar, yanked him down hard, and plunged my blade into his chest then ripped it out just as fast.
That was how it went on until I arrived at the door and kicked it open. As expected, the moment I stepped inside, I was met with guns pointed straight at me. I stopped, narrowing my eyes. There were at least fifteen men, and taking them down quickly wouldn’t be easy- not with guns in their hands. Plus, I knew she would be alerted by now, and I couldn’t risk putting anyone in danger.
I frowned, gripping my dagger tighter before taking a deep breath and loosening my hold.
“Take me to her. I want to see that bitch,” I said, my voice calm.
The men in front of me narrowed their eyes, deadly intent radiating off them. Their stances were calculated, and even though there was an order not to shoot me, I could tell that any sudden movement would change that.
No one responded for a while until a graying man walked in, dressed in a blue suit. I recognized him instantly. Grayson, the second right hand to my late father. People parted ways as he walked toward me, stopping right in front of me with a smile.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Alexander. It’s lovely to see you again. Please, drop your weapon and allow me to take you to Mrs. Knight. Follow me.”
As soon as he said that, the others lowered their guns, though they remained alert. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I dropped the dagger to the ground and followed behind Grayson. We walked in silence until we were far enough from the others.
“How have you been, Mr. Alexander? I haven’t seen you in years. I hope you’re doing well,” Grayson said casually.
I didn’t respond.
After a long pause, I finally broke the silence. “Are they safe?”
Grayson stopped briefly and turned to me with a faint smile.
“I’m sure the Madam wouldn’t harm her daughter-in-law or her grandson, Mr. Alexander.”
I frowned at his words but stayed silent. After a few more steps, we arrived at a door. Grayson gestured toward it.
“Everyone’s inside, Mr. Alexander.”
I reached for the doorknob, hesitating for just a moment.
She wouldn’t harm her daughter-in-law and grandson? I almost laughed. She was cruel, regardless of who it was. She could kill anyone she considered a threat. This wouldn’t be the first time she’d done something like this. But this time…
I turned to Grayson.
“For her sake- she better not have touched a single hair on their heads.”
With that, I opened the door… and froze.
A strange sense of deja vu washed over me.
Before me stood the two people I had worried about the most. The two people I had killed for.
And they were perfectly fine.
Well if you asked me- they were too fine.
“Let go of my hair! How dare you?! Do you know who I am?!”
“Who cares who the fuck you are?! Take back what you said about Alexander! How can you call yourself a mother?!”
“Let go of Mommy!!!”