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.”

He takes me to the elevators, and we go up at the fourth floor. He’s silent but checks me out. “Miss? Do I know you from somewhere? You kind of look familiar….” Not having time for this shit! I keep an iced exterior, all serious, a fucking cold bitch.

“I don’t think so, officer. I don’t remember you. And I get all the faces I ever see.” I don’t give him any look, being focused on the fucking doors to open and get out, hoping all this is a dark joke or wake up from the fucking nightmare. He goes silent seeing my attitude. Not happening…. Not happening…. Viv? WAKE THE FUCK UP! YOU’RE DREAMING! NOT REAL!

When the doors open, I go out with an all mighty attitude, which is fake, but whatever, and see my baby brother on one of the chairs in front of an office door, with his head on his hands, sobbing and saying something between his tears. I go to him, all crumbling inside at his sight, with hurried steps. “Stevie? Baby?” The moment he hears my voice, he moves his tormented, crying eyes at me and breaks. Oh…. My…. God…. It’s fucking real…. Hold it in Viv…. Be a cold bitch for baby bro…. He needs you strong…. Don’t you fucking cry! Ice your heart! RIGHT NOW!

“VIV! MOM AND DAD DIED! They…died…Viv….” He’s on me, crying and crazy….

I clear my throat to keep it in and hold him, rubbing his back. I’m here…. I will never leave you…. I know…. It hurts so fucking much…. It’s death inside of me, too…. Don’t cry…. You rip my soul, baby….

“Shh…. Calm down…. I’m here, baby bro….” I kiss his head and keep him tight in my arms.

“Viv! Tell me it’s not real! Mom and dad are alive! Please…. Viv…. Please…. No….” I hold him tighter now as he’s going crazy, raging in crying for the plague which hit our family…. I take such a deep breath and release it. I cup his face and make him look into my eyes which I don’t know how they look at this point. I might look like a psychotic bitch right now…. I don’t fucking know….

“Stevie! Look at me!” He looks at me, all crying and shaking. “No matter what, we are together. Okay? If they were killed, like the detective said…. I’ll kill the motherfucker who did this to us…. Alright? Now man up! Mom and dad are relying on us to be strong. They loved us and they want us to be strong and overcome this. Trust me. They’ll pay….”

He nods at me as he’s the only one that fucking knows what I mean. I don’t fucking care what I’ve just said in front of the officer. I’m a fucking bitch all the way; the strongest ass out there. No one puts me down. I’ll find them, I’ll hurt them, I’ll kill them…. This is not going to end here…. Mom? Dad? I’ll revenge you guys…. My soul and heart are gone…. They’ve gone with you guys…. My everything has just been taken away….

“Yes…. Viv….” He’s sobbing.

“Take a seat. I’ll talk to the detective and then we’ll go home. Okay?” He nods again and I kiss his forehead while he’s slowly letting my right hand go. I know, kiddo….We’ll see after….

When I turn around to go in the detective’s office, the man is out, looking at us, at me to be more exact, and checks me out, narrowing his stare on my face. He’s in his thirties, a towering guy, with a typical detective attitude, hands in his pockets, under his suit jacket, his gun in sight a bit. We have a lock of stares. I’m all fucking crazy in stare, as I usually am. “Miss Doreen? Please, come inside.”

He shows me in. I walk in straight in stance, like a lion, like I always am. I’m so fucking pissed, hurt, revengeful…. I take a seat in front of his office.

“Spare me with the take-it-easy normal procedure and cut to the chase, detective. What happened, when, why, evidence. I need to know them now. This case is going higher as of now. It’s my parents we’re talking about.”

He’s just taken a seat on his chair and taken aback by my attitude, having his eyebrows raised at me and surprised eyes. He’s now laying back on his chair in a thinking pose, studying me. Yeah, yeah…. Cut the crap. I need them now. I won’t wait after your fucking ass for ages to get to the bottom of this shit. I’m fucking higher than you….

“Miss Doreen. You’re not a very normal family member for victims in a case. You can become a suspect. Do you know that? After what you said outside, you show you can be a killer. It wouldn’t be first time when a close family member murdered his own. Plenty of such cases. As long there’s a reason, you could have done it.”

Is this guy for real now?