Shooting a Hot Billionaire War Love Book 1

Vivian’s POV:

It’s still dark outside. The sky gets angry, snapping in thunders, cutting the sky in lightnings. The grey clouds are crying in a heavy rain forming mist when it hits the ground. It’s 15th of May, and I’m caught in the smell of fresh brewed coffee, with perfect cinnamon buns in front of me, scrolling through my phone to see if I’m called in. I had it on silent, as I’m in a break after last night’s mission.

I sip some coffee which calms my taste buds, and the fine texture tickles my insides which are empty as I haven’t eaten since yesterday at breakfast. I had a busy day and didn’t have time to eat. Yeah, sometimes it happens like that. My stomach growls and I munch from a cinnamon bun. It’s six-thirty in the morning, and I would fucking sleep, yet I can’t. I have insomnia. You get that when you have my life. I’m in a coffee shop near my place.

Who am I? Yeah…. Who the fuck am I? The official me is Vivian Doreen, I’m 29, a curvy bitch, hot babe on some standards, fucking fat on others. I don’t give a fuck if I’m hot or fat. I have no interest in others’ opinion. I’m me for me and not me for others. They can go and fuck themselves for what I care. I’m a company owner, with my parents. So, I’m a Financial and Planning Manager as a position in the company and having shares in the company, landing me in the shareholders board as well. The fucking company is practically mine, but my ass goes there only when it’s strictly necessary. I do my work from where I am in the world. My parents gave in eventually in this…

The company? Real estate. Doreen Real Estate Investments Ltd. We’re in Los Angeles. We buy proprieties and then sell them after investing in them for repairs and remodeling. They get good profit, but not so much lately, because of the economic crisis. We have a shit load of loans and we’re kind of at our limit in paying it back. The proprieties aren’t selling any longer, at least not at the right prices, which lands us in huge losses. Yeah…

Never mind with this shit… I’m not a tall one, nor petite, kind of in the middle. I’m a porcelain skinned one and have some hypnotic emerald eyes. My hair is shoulders length with a natural dark blond shade. It waves in form. My bachelor’s degree is in Business Administration and have a lot of master’s degrees, but that shit is whatever. I’m at a point in my fucking life where I don’t give a shit on those. I have a baby brother. He’s 18 and he’s a fucking pain in the ass, for the whole family. However, that’s another story. No, no boyfriend. I don’t give a shit on those either. The unofficial me? Well, I’m…. Oh, wait…. My phone is ringing…. Sorry, guys…. I need to take this shit now.

“Vivian Doreen speaking.” Just don’t call me in… I’m so fucking depressed right now… It’s an unknown number….

“Miss Doreen?” A man’s voice is asking me what I’ve already confirmed. Is this guy hit in the head or something? Still, his voice is a bit not that strong…. Like some bad news coming in…. I look outside the window, seeing the storm raging and it hits me in my guts. A penetrating fire of dim pain, ravaging me, covers my being, making me have shivers down my spine.

“Speaking.” Just say already….

“I have to give you some not very good news. Are you sitting?” What?! Who the fuck is this guy?!

“Yes.” YOU FUCKING DRIVE ME NUTS!

“I’m detective Henry Calkin. I’m very sorry, but your parents had an accident last night on their way home.” What did he say? What? Sorry? Accident? Mom? Dad? I look at the phone and put it back to my ear. I’m dizzy and I feel like I’ll pass out though I’m the strongest bitch there is out there.

“Come again? You are sorry for what? What accident?” The man pauses to my increased tremor inside and exploding heart and brain. I saw my parents last time two weeks ago. They were well and happy to see me. We get along very well and…. No…. I don’t want to think…. I don’t want to accept…. I don’t want to believe…. I….

“Miss Doreen, you need to come in and identify your parents over the morgue…. I’m so sorry to give you the news…. They’ve lost their lives in a tragic accident and we believe it’s murder, but we don’t have enough evidence yet. Can you come in now? Your brother is with us but he’s having a breakdown and can’t go in and identify. He’s young and we don’t want to force him over this.” Steven? Baby brother? I can’t…. Tears knot under my chin and I’m so hit inside that I can’t move. I’m on automatic when I hear about Stevie…. He’s alone in there and mom and dad…. FUCKING SHIT!

“Send me address. I’m on my way.” I hang up the call. I’m cold and strong outside and in voice, but inside? I’m fucking dead…. This? This has just sent a ninja sword in my heart and threw me to my grave. If it weren’t for my baby brother, I would have fucking died right now. Mommy? Daddy? You guys better joke with this shit! You aren’t allowed to die! Why?! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!

I take my car keys and wallet and go to my car with light speed to go to the location I’ve been sent by the detective who called me. I try calling Mom, Dad and Steven on their phones, but no one answers. I’m so fucked up right now! I can’t even see the road ahead while driving! I don’t even fucking know how I reached here safe and sound and nailed the address. I had my fucking sports car at maximum to reach here.

I go inside, storming. No, I’m not crying now. I have a normal appearance and pretend to be a strong bitch. My baby brother needs me strong and protective. I’m his only fucking family, no matter our differences. “Vivian Doreen. I was called by detective Henry Calkin about my parents having an accident last night.” I say to the officer from the reception. He checks the computer and makes a call.

“Detective Calkin? Miss Vivian Doreen is here. Should I send her up? Yes, sir. Yes, sir. I’ll send the documents in a few minutes. Yes. I’ll bring miss Doreen right now.” He hangs up. “Come with me, miss Doreen.”