Goddess assassin (BOOK ONE)

Chapter 27

Mikaylas pov

"Winner Amanda Adams." the principle spoke.

those three words blew my brain away. but not as much as the fact I was on the back of a motorcycle with a girl who saved me from it all a girl who none the less had a broken knee and popped it back into place without a tear or whimper. a girl who had just flipped a full grown male werewolf 3 times the weight and size of her over her shoulder with ease with that type of injury.

With my arms around her abdomen I could feel how hot she was and it felt like my arms were burning. You know when you order fish and chips and you put it on your lap and the steamed heat starts to burn you slowly. Yer that's what was happening to me. The only thing keeping me from moving against it was the bitter cold air biting my skin.

lots of questions are running through my head like. why bother saving me? what did she mean yesterday by she knows how it felt? Why was she so much stronger with max then she was with Rex? or the fact that she was practically crazy and was willing to kill people by just a threat? these were less of the few but I didn't care. this girl saved me and I owe her my life. she is the only person I can trust and the first friend Ive had in years.

she stopped the motorbike outside the residence she was staying at and walked inside. I hurried along to catch up and when we both reached the front door i noticed her eyebrow twitching. Her eyes were a blaze a slight red tinge to them 'rouge marking' She was irritated with something. I looked down at her knee that was slightly bigger than the other.

"Hey Amanda I don't think you should be walking." She held up her hand to stop me talking.

"It's fine all healed now." She turned her hard-grey eyes into the house.

"Mikayla your living with me now ok. youll be staying in the room up the stairs the first on your right. you have a bathroom in there and a walk-in wardrobe ok. sorry but i need to do something in the kitchen so do whatever you want the only places you cant go are my room, maxes and the third floor ok that's all." she said and opened the door, inside was the most amazing place i had ever seen. Cream walls with a beautiful crystal chandelier and a marble wood stair case leading to the second floor which was pretty much a balcony leading to 4 doors you could see from where I was standing. when I walked up the stairs and went into my new room tears began to roll down my face. a room I could call my own one where I wasn't forced to do things I didn't want to do. my own private place. somewhere I could relax. i wandered over to the velvet red covered bed and flopped down. I didn't realize how tired I was until my head hit the plush surface and my eyes dropped and I fell asleep.

maxs pov

I cant believe her. "why wont she just do as shes told?" I said slamming my fist into the top of the steering wheel speaking to myself in the cars rear view mirror. it was about 30 minutes until I left school after she went mainly because I had to sign all three of us off with so much Hassel that i had to intimidate the office lady (which in the end wasn't very hard) who is still probably staring at the wall mumbling away looking like a stunned mullet.

An idea popped into my head and I felt my IQ level rise and sink a bit.

"when I get home if she doesn't listen to what I have to say then Ill just have to chain her up in the cell until she is ready to listen." I laughed at my own sick thought and smiled. pft like she was better than me ill teach my sister some manners and respect for her equal. She will surely break from a few hours of dangling in a chain cell by her wrists.

I pulled into the drive way where her bike was purposefully parked so I couldnt get inside the garage without moving it.

seriously? how immature can you get. I got out of the car and walked over to the bike and opened the garages door walking it in. The black machine reminded me so much of my own that I got lost in the memory of driving her home when she was so sweet and innocent, her white hair whipping across her face the loud care free no hint of sarcasm and deadly laughs and the natural need for her brothers protection every younger sister has. Back then she respected and believed in me. I knew she would be mad and would lose some trust in me but I didnt think it would be this bad.

after putting everything were it was supposed to be I walked inside to where I could find.no one... so like anybody would I checked every room finding nothing but a snoring Mikayla and some warm pans with a small content of scalloped potato that was done to a professionals standards. even though I have no idea how she could cook something like that so fast anyway the last spot I had left to look was the cell rooms where she was keeping one of her captives that by the assassins law I could not touch. opening the trap door i walked down the stairs and made my way into the cells rooms. i must admit though I didn't think the door would be this jarred like jess said but that doesn't matter at the moment. Come to think of it I don't know why she was giving her prisoner actual food or food in the first place.

I walked in and found two empty plates on the ground with the sounds of locking cuffs.

"you really should lighten up lass." a musky voice came from a cell at the end of the room along with a fierce hiss and a painful moan.

"watch what you say peasant" it wasn't like anything I had ever heard before but somewhat familiar and then jess walked out face hard as stone and blood coming from her finger tips. with a twitch of her head. Looking towards him she whispered something so quiet only he would be able to hear. She knew I was here obviously I mean she would be able to tell from me opening the jammed door.

she picked up the plates and was about to walk out. This was my only chance to grab her without Mikayla seeing, I positioned myself between her and the door.

"I don't have time for your shit max -"

"ELLIOTT its ELLIOTT and yes you will be having time to listen to what I have to say or ill make you." I said holding a stern voice. she gave another twitch. We store at one another for a few moments anticipating each other's moves. and we set into motion as she ran up the wall and latched onto my neck, I grabbed her ankles and pulled her down slamming her against the ground. not missing a beat, she kicked up her foot and landed it right into my jaw and kicked again right in the jewels leaving me breathless for a few seconds long enough for her to get back on her feet and be ready for the next round. She let out a ferocious growl that shook the walls but wasn't quick enough to dodge my punch to the face slamming her across the wall making her dizzy. Latching onto her wrist I pulled her deeper into the room and opened the cell door where her prisoner was, chaining her up by the wrists and feet, I pulled her up so she was dangling in the air more so then her prisoner who still had his feet touching the ground I stood trying not to break the glare she was giving.

"This is no way to start up a conversation max-"

I cut her off with a hard slam to the abdomen. Sending her back from the force but not far because of the chains.

"ELLIOTT!" I growled I was so sick of repeating myself that if words didnt work then force would have to be applied. (some big brother I am)

I looked towards her captive as he took a sharp breath in and cringed as blood dribbled out her mouth. It was like he couldnt bare his captor to be beaten up. Weird.

"Someone's got a lot of frustration bottled up in there. Let me guess not used to not getting your way?......Poor maxi waxy." She laughed the sound not natural as her eyes blared up. I punched her in the shoulder snapping her collar bone but only getting the same reaction "IM ELLIOTT TO YOU."

Out of nowhere she screamed making me take a few steps back when she began to shake violently in the chains trying escape. It was like she was in a frenzy.

"You will never be my brother. To me my brother died 6 years ago. He didn't leave me to rot with the people who tortured me."

I slapped her across the face, my eyes nearly turning completely red. Totally forgetting the other person in the room.

"You werent tortured. You were bullied!!" I pointed in her face.

A deep evil laugh began rising in her throat her aura slipped a little. It was time for me to leave. I don't want to be in the same room as death itself. As a man I wasnt afraid of much and even less so as an assassin but my sister she was a different story when her aura began to slip. I walked out closing the cells door and making my way to the other. Stopping when she spoke.

"Just you wait max. This cell won't hold me. And when I get out. I will show you what real torture is." She sent chills up my spine that threat was real it was a promise. I set all the alarms on high and before I closed the door my arrogance got the better of me. "You will stay in here until you are ready to listen. otherwise be my guess just try and escape" And I closed the door rushing away not wanting to wait another moment because I unlike my sister didn't do most the training she did.