The Killer Contract Agency

By Jessica Samuels

Salina Sinclair hunts Malians, an alien species that preys on weak teenagers, making them crazy enough to kill themselves. But after being nearly burned alive by one, Salina is contacted by The Killer Contract Agency. Wielding the powers of The Bracelet and with her mentor, Carter, by her side, she exacts her revenge by taking out the Malians responsible for her near death.

But something big is happening with the Agency and operatives are dying. Will she find out what it is before it's too late, or will the Agency be destroyed?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jessica Samuels
• Release date: Jul 9, 2020
• ISBN: 9781393379454

Jessica Samuels

Jessica Samuels is an author who writes young adult and new adult paranormal romance. When she isn’t writing about vampires, werewolves, witches and angels she is watching stream, reading and playing video games with friends to pass the time.

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Chapter 1

First Agency Operative: Salina Sinclaire

It was the first day of school, and I was excited to start the school year with my cute boyfriend, Roger. His good looks made everyone jealous of me for having him before everyone else had the chance. He had brown hair streaked blonde at the tips, pretty blue eyes, and a sweet personality to match, which made him a good catch.

I loved his scorpion tattoo and his sexy, muscular body. I had been with him for over six months, and he made me happy, so happy that I wanted him move in with me. He opened the door for me, and called me cute names. He was a sweetie, sending me love notes, and walking me to my locker. He even had a promising future career in the military.

Things were going great.

The problem started when Laurice came into the picture. The first day of my senior year, she walked toward me with beautiful long blonde hair and blue eyes with an attitude that said she thought she was better than everyone else. I hated her from the beginning.

Hi, she said in a sickening-sweet voice. I’m Laurice. I just transferred here. You must be Roger’s puny girlfriend. Don’t worry; he’ll be mine when the time comes. I doubt that you can handle a guy like him, anyway. Then she walked away, and I glared at her retreating back.

A few weeks later, Roger came to my house to pick me up for a date. I wore a red dress that accentuated my body and made my eyes pop. My heart beat hard within my chest as his car pulled up in the driveway and he got out.

Roger was dressed in a tux, making him even cuter than usual. He smiled as his eyes traveled up and down my body. You look beautiful today. Then, his look turned sad. We need to talk.

It was never a good thing when a guy tells you that. My heart stopped, but I tried not to let it bother me. Okay, what is it?

He sighed. I’ve been seeing someone else, and we’re in love. I want to move in with her. Let’s face it, you’re a side chick and we’re going to be apart for some time. I think I have more of a future with her, and she’s the reason why I haven’t been contacting you much lately.

I glared at him. I knew it. You look at her the way you used to look at me. You told me lies just to use me for a place to stay. I’m happy that you didn’t move in with me yet. Laurice had no issues about bragging that she was going to get you, and that you told her you loved her. You told her that you would take her as soon as you saw her. You claimed that it was to get closer to me, and that you weren’t going to sleep with her, but you lied. You’re a jackass, trying to fool me into thinking that your brother is talking to me when it was you. Thanks for saving me from being stuck to a lying douche bag. I didn’t want to go through this heartbreak again; it was as if I had just been shot to the chest. It was awful and bad. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes. I cannot help it. I wanted him to stay in my life, but now I didn’t, since he was a lying, cheating asshole. I hated Laurice so badly that I wanted her dead.

He shook his head. Laurice was there for me when you weren’t. I would rather be with someone who wants to stay home for the rest of her life. I was in love with you, but I love her more because she at least obeys me, and doesn’t argue with me the way you do.

I glared at him. I would hate to be stuck with you for the rest of my life. You’re such a drama king, blowing everything out of proportion. You have a horrible temper, and hit stuff when you’re frustrated. You told me to not put up a fuss in the morning, andyou’ve always tried to tell me what to do. I’m better off without you.

A few months later…I opened the door to Southbend High School, and made my way through the crowded halls to my locker, where students were packed like salmon swimming upstream. I fought the current to get to my locker, dialed in my combination on the lock, and opened it.

Black mud suddenly sprayed all over me, smelling like wet garbage on a hot summer day. The smell of it was beginning to make me puke. It was all over me, in my grey eyes, and covering my black hair, and my clothes were ruined.

Students surrounded me, and they put their hands to their noses as if they could smell something horrid while they laughed at me.

I pushed them out of the way, not wanting to deal with their ridicule any longer. I knew that Laurice was behind it, since she was jealous of me for some stupid reason. It was always her, and no one else. No one could hurt me this badly and get away with it, especially not her. I hated her for a reason, and I really wanted her to pay. How could she do this to me? I knew she hated me, too, but really? Mud in my locker? I wiped the sludge out of my eyes, hating that bitch with every fiber of my being.

I didn’t go to the rest of my classes. It didn’t matter, anyway, since they were showing nothing but movies. I spread a towel across the car seat so the mud wouldn’t ruin the interior. I didn’t want to explain to my mom why my car had black stains on the driver’s seat. The drive to my house was painful since the memories of her pushing me around still lingered fresh in my mind. I squeezed the steering wheel. Just thinking about that bitch made me see red. I wanted her dead; she went too far this time. She was a cruel girl with long sunflower-yellow hair, blue ice cold eyes, and a devious smile that said she kicked puppies in her spare time. She always dressed in clothes so small that every part of her body showed. Within minutes, I pulled into the driveway, arriving in record time.

I headed to my room first and the calming scent of lavender hit me. I picked out a shirt, jeans, and clean socks and underwear to change into after my shower.

My mom, Rose, was home and heard me come through the door. She worked at home doing data entry, which must be nice. My dad, Steven, worked at a job in a secret company that he never talked about.

Mom took one look at me and was furious. Who did this to you, honey? Was it Laurice, the same girl who put pig’s blood in your locker? I don’t want them to brush it off like they did last time. If I ever see Laurice or her mom in an alley, God help them because they’ll end up in a body bag for messing with you.

I nodded. Yes, it was Laurice Wingfield, the same one who always messes with me. The same one who went after my ex. But good riddance to him since he was a lying, cheating asshole who was using me as a side chick. Her eyes looked away, and I knew their picking on me finally got to her. First the blood and now the mud; at least she finally saw that they had gone too far.

Okay, honey, it’ll be taken care of. Go take a shower and I’ll call the principal about this. By the way, he was a cheating jerk. You can do better. You deserve better since he didn’t even text you for days at a time. When I think of all the time that you spent crying over him when he treated you so horribly … and he even blew you off for your birthday, too! He was not good for you. But, honey, it gets better. My first love cheated on me, too. You’ll heal from it, and find someone better than him … someone who will call you and talk to you when you call, she said with a look in her eyes that can make a child cry. I never wanted to be on the receiving end of that look since it meant serious trouble. She’ll get Laurice since it wasn’t the first time that she told the school about the way she was treating me. If she had to, I knew that she was file a police report. Then, maybe the school would believe her this time.

I headed straight for the bathroom after the conversation we had together. I stripped off the mud-covered clothes then put them in a plastic bag that I found underneath the sink.

As I showered, I thought of all the ways I could kill the bitch who made my life hell.

Instead of thinking about taking the easy way out by killing myself, I made a decision: I wanted to kill the bully instead. It led me down memory lane, thinking of my ex, Roger. Roger … the one who cheated on me with Laurice, the one who I loved until I realized that he was using me. At that moment, I finally realized that he never really cared about me.

I took my time in the shower, watching as the water fell from the shower head to the bottom of the tub. The sound calmed me, helping me to drown out the memory of Rogers’s betrayal. After all, he wasn’t worth crying over. I had cried over him too many times. For months after we broke up, I felt like a zombie, numb from the pain. Heartbreak hurt more than any gunshot; at least those can be healed. He wouldn’t have cheated on me the way he did if he cared about me … and with Laurice, no less. After the shower, I sat on the bed in my room. Tissues were piled up on the side table. A few minutes later, I slipped into some pajamas and let sleep take me, until Mom woke me when she sat on the edge of my bed. Her chocolate eyes were welling with tears as she took me in.

Salina, you’ll find someone better, and the bullying will stop once you’re in college, I promise. High school is cliquey and college isn’t. Then, you’ll make more friends,

Mom told me, trying to cheer me up. She understood what it was like, since her first love left her for some girl that he had knocked up and was forced to marry her. Mom moved on, though, and found someone better, someone who loved her and adored her.

Promise, Mommy? I asked, weak from crying.

She gave me a weak smile. "I promise. Now, I’m