章 35: Chapter 35: Strike One

New York, Six years ago

Mary huffed and puffed as she took a knee on the training mat. Her face and body were covered with beads of sweat. The muscles in her body were screaming from swinging that sword of hers and darting this way and that, but it didn’t phase her nearly as much as it may have anyone else. She had climbed the ranks of the Underworld and made a name for herself. The timid and frightened woman that needed her brother for everything was no longer in existence. What replaced the delicate flower was a cold, calculated, and skilled killer who was a cruel mistress of her craft. Her name had become synonymous with death, but “Little Rose” still held a sting that she was more than ready to get rid of.