Eliot Stone, was a trained and ruthless assassin and was feared by everyone. His name alone could send all his enemies shivering in fear and begging for mercy. After the death of his lover Lyra during one of their mission, he decides to change his identity and live a normal life but he was still on the lookout for the killer of Lyra. His life becomes far from normal when he meets Detective Clara who moved from New York to Paris as an undercover cop with three of her teammates to crack down the wolf gang who were responsible for trafficking young ladies and also drugs. They met at the hotel which Clara and her teammates are staying, the encounter was a brief one but her face becomes implanted in his memory. After the meeting, Eliot interest in her increases that he wants to see her everyday. Mark, Clara's teammate who also loves her, tries his best to comfort her but she doesn't see his feelings. During one of their stake out , she sees her father talking to the head of the gang then she start to secretly monitor her father's movement. Clara is heart broken and Mark comfort her, she meets Eliot in a restaurant and she finds herself thinking about him, Mark is jealous and decides to tell her about his feelings since Stephen and Allison their other team mates knows about it. But he is surprised when he sees them kissing. He is heart broken and decides to keep his emotions locked away while Clara and Eliot keep on meeting but they don't know each other's real identity. She and her team members starts to work in the club owned by the blue wolf to get more information about them. They have an information that the drugs are kept in the club, they look for it and they are caught by the securities, a fight broke out between two parties and Clara is injured. Eliot who was still looking for the killer of Lyra was also present in the club and saved Clara and her teammates life. Eliot who was still investigating on the killer of Lyra finds out it's a member of Blue Wolf gang. They both finds out their real identity and decides to work together, she goes to question her father and she is disappointed that he is the mole in the police department, she vows to bring everyone to justice. Mark is dejected whenever he sees Eliot and Clara together, he gets drunk and confess his feelings to her but she rejects him, he leaves dejectedly as Eliot walks in, they both finally confess each other's identity and intentions, after much thought, Eliot and Clara decides to work together to catch the gang but her team mates disagreed, after much thought and consideration, they all agree to work together for their personal interests. They raid the club taking everyone by surprise and killing a lot of the gang members. They see Matthew, Clara's father and Eliot is shocked because he is the person who killed Lyra. Clara is devastated when she finds out and Eliot leaves the club without killing her father. Her teammates see where the drugs and young ladies are being kept before transporting the out of the country. They arrest the remaining members and free the ladies. Clara and her team are ready to move back to New York, She goes to Eliot house to say goodbye but Eliot does not answer ge because he felt he betrayed Lyra and didn't kill the person who killed her. Clara goes back to New York and cut ties with her father who was also arrested and taken to prison. Two months passed since Clara had gone back to New York, Mark had found another person but he still cared for Clara, Eliot who felt empty makes up his mind to move over to New York and start a new life with Clara. He goes to New York and apologize to her, Clara is so happy and she welcomes him with open arms. They both visit Lyra's grave for the last time as he says his goodbye. He turns back, holding Clara's hands in his leaving behind old memories ready start new ones with Clara.
Chapter 1 1
Bam!!!
Eliot felt his world come to a stop when he saw his beloved fall to the ground with a bullet in her chest close to her heart.
"No!!" He screamed as he ran watching her fall.
"Lyra, open your eyes" Eliot begged, feeling his heart getting squeezed by an invisible hand.
Tears flowed down his eyes like a broken dam.
"It's okay, Elli," Lyra softly said as she tried smiling through the pain, which felt like a thousand needles in her heart.
"Don't blame yourself when I'm gone," she said weakly as she placed her hand on his cheek, wiping away his tears.
"No, Lyra, please don't go," Eliot pleaded as he saw her eyes losing their sparkle.
Her hands fell limply by her side and her heart stopped beating.
"LYRA!!!!!!!!!" Eliot screamed, cuddling her body to his chest as he cried.
Thunder strokes as the heavens pour out an angry torment of rain feeling the grief of the broken lover.
Eliot carried Lyra's cold body with a broken heart as the rain kept on crashing down, washing away the blood around him. He walked away amidst the dead bodies around him with a broken heart and a thirst for revenge.
CHAPTER ONE
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!
A loud groan could be heard from the king-sized bed as the alarm clock was harshly thrown on the wall. A figure angrily threw away the covers as he stood up and walked blindly to the bathroom trying to find the switch.
Feeling the cold surface of the light switch, Eliot turned it on as light flooded the whole room.
"Shit," he let out a curse as he walked to the basin, turning the faucet on, he splashed water on his face looking at his reflection.
His swollen eyes with dark circles stared back at him which showed his lack of sleep.
"Bloody nightmare," he cursed, turning off the faucet and the light as he walked back to his room in darkness and plopped on the bed, staring into the dark, reminiscing about Lyra.
Eliot Donald, one of the most skilled assassins, people claimed he was as handsome and deadly as the devil with his piercing black eyes that looked like a bottomless pit and sharp jaw; his face was a master craft. His nickname, Black Knight, sent shivers down the spine of all his victims.
He met Lyra during one of his operations; she was also an assassin; it was love at first sight. Since then, they have taken up all operations together. They were fearless and ruthless in their killing, not sparing anyone; they claimed they killed the rich and helped the poor.
The police were always on their trail but they were smarter and faster. The last operation was to eliminate John Biden, the CEO of KV motors who wanted to expand his buildings, then he ordered his men to demolish the town thousands of people lived in.
The operation was meant to be only 20 minutes, but after successfully killing him, they met with lots of bodyguards outside. They fought relentlessly, but Lyra was killed, and her killer escaped.
Eliot blamed himself because he brought up the idea, which Lyra didn't accept, and after much persuasion, she finally agreed. If he didn't force her, she would have still been beside him.
He could still remember her fierce eyes and her laughter, which always made him smile. She was perfect for him, they fitted like two peas in a pod.
Feeling tears trickling down his face, he wiped it off and turned sideways on his bed. After her death, he stopped his killings and left the country but he was still looking for her killer.
"Arg," he groaned as he tossed away the blankets and stood up. Walking downstairs to grab a bottle of water from the fridge, he opened the sliding door and stepped out to the balcony, looking at the waves crashing down; he lived in a remote penthouse just beside the beach in Paris.
"Lyra, I'm going to find whoever killed you; I'll make sure he pays," Eliot said as he placed the locket, which had her picture in it, close to his chest.
But little did he expect what life was going to throw at him.
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"Detective Clara" George, the Chief of the police department, a middle-aged man, called Clara's name as she walked into his office.
"Yes, chief," Clara Rosewood, a beautiful young lady with big brown eyes and short, wavy brown hair, saluted her superior.
"You have heard about the trafficking of young girls in Paris?" He asked and Clara nodded her head.
"The superiors have decided we should send our best team to crack them down, and the only team good for this job is your team, the violent crimes." He paused, trying to access her expression.
" You and your team are to prepare because you are all going to Paris as undercover agents," He said as he stood up and stretched out his hand for a handshake.
He smiled when she gripped his hands tightly. He looked at the young, energetic cop in front of him.
She had ace all her exams and worked beautifully well in the field, she was the perfect combination of beauty and brains.
"Thank you very much, sir; it would be a great honor to take up the task," Clara said with a bit of joy in her voice.
It had always been her dream to move out of Los Angeles and see other countries, but due to her work, it was nearly impossible, but now it has come true. She is going to Paris!!!.
"Detective!?" George called out when he saw she was lost in thoughts.
"Yes sir, I'm sorry, I got carried away" She answered as she reprimanded herself for daydreaming in front of her superior.
"You have to be careful, those guys are ruthless and won't hesitate to kill you. I trust you and your teammates, so go out there and make me proud" He said
"I wish you all the best" He ended as he nodded to her that she could leave his office.
Grinning, Clara walked back to her desk with smiles all over her face.
"Yo!, what's good?" Mark, a dark skin handsome young man with brown eyes and a dazzling big smile walked up to her and wrapped his hand around her shoulder; he was part of Clara's team.
"Where's Stephen and Allison?" Clara asked
"They went to the coffee shop too.., oh, here they are," he pointed to the two who walked in carrying 4 cups of coffee.
"Coffee??? When we have a task at hand" Clara shook her head in disapproval as she collected a cup and took a sip.
"Uhmm, this is delicious," she said, drinking the whole cup.
"I thought someone had a complaint about drinking coffee during working hours." Stephen teased her.
"Well, I have to admit, it tastes good, and I needed it." She smiled at him. "Well, there's big news.." Clara said, catching the attention of her teammates.
"What's it??? Spill it out," Allison ran over to her side and held her hands.
"Chill" Clara laughed at Allison's expression, she was always agitated whenever there was news.
"Well, we are going to Paris." She looked at everyone's expression.
"What!!!!" They all shouted in unison catching the attention of other people around them.
"Guys," Clara burst into laughter at their faces; they all looked surprised.
"For what? Why are we going to Paris?? Will we get to see the Eiffel Tower?" Allison shouted in excitement. "I've been dreaming of visiting that tower".
"We are going on a mission, an undercover mission to crack down on the Blue Wolf gang, and if we are opportune, we can visit the Eiffel Tower," Clara explained everything to them.
"Waw, this is a big mission on our hands and also dangerous; we have to be very careful because these guys are very dangerous." Clara stretched her hands and snatched Mark's coffee, which he had almost finished, and gulped all the content.
"Hey, that's mine, you already drank yours." he tried collecting the cup back but instead tripped on his feet, and they both crashed on the floor.
"Awwwwn" Allison and Stephen both gushed.
"What a cute position, Detective Clara and Mark" A voice sounded behind them.
They all turned to the voice and quickly composed themselves when they saw their Chief.
"Chief" They saluted.
"I hope I'm not disturbing you guys. I can see you all are in a very good mood" George looked at them. "I just came to inform you all that you would be going tomorrow, so go home, rest, and pack up," He said.
"Okay, sir, we will get prepared." George nodded his head in response as he wished them good luck.
"We are going to Paris.. whoo, let's all go home and pack as our superior had said; see you guys tomorrow," Clara said as they walked out and wished themselves goodbye.
"Clara," Mark called. "Let me take you home," he offered, pointing to his Audi.
"I really appreciate it, but don't bother; tomorrow will be stressful for us all, so go home and rest, thanks." She turned him down politely as she quickly hailed a cab and waved him goodbye.
Mark stood in silence while he watched the cab drive out of his sight. His love for Clara kept increasing day by day, and he was bent on doing anything to have her.
"Clara, you would be mine" he muttered under his breath and drove away.
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