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When offered the choice between fulfilling my life sentence or having freedom at the price of forever silencing those deemed worthy by the wealthy, it was an easy choice to make. Add in the hefty amount of cash I got in return, it was a dream. At least, I thought it was, until Avamarie came crashing into my life. Now I find myself weary, growing more exhausted with each new job.
The train pulls to a stop, jostling the drinks set in front of us.
“Well,” Arriana grunts, pushing up from her seat. “That’s our cue.” Rising to my feet, I gesture for her to take the lead. “What a gentleman.” She drawls, rolling her eyes as she brushes past me.
I grit my teeth and follow behind.
One job. Just one job.
“Go time.” Arriana mutters as she pushes past me.
Resisting the urge to roll my eyes, I pull out the pistol tucked in my jeans. We were informed that the target has a pension for helpless women and have formed our plan around the intel. I watch as Arriana makes her way toward the front door.
She’s taken care to messy up her appearance to look as innocent and desperate as possible. Her chestnut colored hair falls just short of her chin, ruffled from her fingers. She’s dressed in a cotton jumper with only a small lace bra underneath. I know there’s some bullshit name they call it but can’t give enough of a fuck to remember.
Arriana reaches the house and softly knocks on the wooden door, quickly messing up her hair further. “What?” A man snaps as the door rips open. He freezes the moment his eyes land on the small woman before him, taking in the streaked mascara andsmudged lipstick. Colon Froztivk runs his eyes hungrily down her figure, making me clench my teeth as I’m forced to remain hidden.
She just looks innocent.
I remind myself, my fingers flexing around the gun.
Colon drags his gaze back up to Arriana’s face, smirking as he leans against the doorframe. “Well what do we have here?” He purrs, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.
Arriana slumps her shoulder, making herself look even smaller. “My c-car broke dow-down.” She sobs quietly, averting her eyes. “Could I use…could I use your phone? Mine died.” Raising her eyes, she peers up at him through her lashes.
Running a hand along his jaw, Colon assesses her closely. “Hmm.” He straightens and takes a step closer, towering over the woman.
I move to take a step forward but pause when she subtly lifts two fingers behind her back. A signal we set up before the job to communicate with one another when words weren’t possible. Two fingers meant we were fine, three to be on alert and four to get your ass over there and help. Taking her cue, I settle back into the space behind the large oak tree I’ve chosen for cover.
I watch as the shithead leans over and whispers something in her ear, earning a nod in return. Colon turns his body and motions for her to proceed into the house. Arriana takes a step forward and stiffens when his hand lands on her ass, giving it a squeeze. My muscles tense and I keep an eye on her hands, ready to spring into action the moment she gives me the signal. Turning slowly, she pushes his hand off of her with the movement and peers up into his face, whispering something I can’t hear. I don’t need to though as she lifts four fingers.
Leaping from behind the tree, I stride toward the home with an urgency I’m surprised to feel. I don’t usually care about the well-being of my partners when forced to team up. At leastnot past making sure they don’t get killed or get me killed. Something about this infuriating woman makes me want to protect her though.
Picking up my speed, I cross the lawn, not breaking stride until I’m behind Colon. I raise the gun in my hand and shove it into the back of his head. “Don’t move.” I growl, pushing the barrel harder against him.
Colon freezes, trembling under the weapon. Arriana looks up at me with the first genuine smile she’s given me since we met up. “Well hello there, grandpa.” She chirps, making me grind my teeth. Chuckling, she looks back toward our target while still speaking to me. “Thanks for the assist. This asshole here,” She jabs a finger into his ribs. “Thought it would be a good idea to force me, a poor defenseless woman, to blow him in order to use his phone.” She rolls her eyes, the effect odd amidst her disheveled appearance. “To think I felt bad about killing you too.” She tsks, shaking her head.
“W-what?” The idiot blurts, trying to move away from us. I reach out to grip his shoulder, halting the attempt. He quickly throws up his hands, as if surrendering would help him in some way. “Look, you don’t know who you’re messing with. My father has connections and he’ll hunt you down for this.”
I bark out a laugh.
Poor bastard has no idea.
Arriana beams at him, her eyes flashing with the wicked smile spread across her face. “Oh you poor baby.” She croons, patting him on the cheek. “Daddy is the one who sent us.”
Colon shakes his head, muttering his denial. “No. No, you’re lying. He wouldn’t.”
I sigh, growing tired of the exchange. “Get inside.” I demand, shoving him forward. He stumbles a step, looking over his shoulder at me with wide eyes. I gesture with the gun toward the entrance. When he doesn’t move I take a step forward, my voicelow as I warn, “I won’t tell you again. Your father didn’t specify the way you need to die, so we can get creative if we have to.” A hiccuped sob escapes the little shit as his reality crashes down on him. He’s going to die and he knows it.
Arriana spins on her heels and darts into the house, calling over her shoulder, “Come on sweets. We ain’t got all day.” Colon stumbles in after her, dragging his feet the entire way. We pass through the obnoxiously decorated house. Posters of half naked women litter the walls alongside sports drink, team, and swag paraphernalia.
Fucking child.
Our destination appears to be the kitchen as Arriana strides into the tiled room and drags a chair into the center. Gesturing toward the chair, she glares at our target. “Ass in the seat.” She snaps, her previous mirth replaced with anger. He stumbles forward, tripping over his feet, until he slumps into the wooden chair. “Good boy.” She purrs, patting his head on her way toward me. Stopping before me, she quirks an eyebrow. “Would you like to take care of him or should I?” She shrugs a shoulder back toward Colon.
I look between the erratic woman and sniffling boy, a weariness filling me. “All yours.” I grumble, tucking the pistol back into my waistband.
Arriana claps her hands, twirling back toward Colon. “Perfect!” She exclaims.
