His Little Assassin

Disclaimer.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, business, events and incidents are the products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

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"Twaine! Hey, Twaine!"I woke up to a seventeen year old girl sleeping sofly in my bedroom.

"Hmmm. What the hell!"

It was obvious in her voice that she was not yet in the mood to get up.

"That's bad! Get up there." I told her again as I dried my hair. I just finished taking a bath and this bitch is still asleep.

"I don't want to go in school!" She said lazily.

"Who told you not to come to school, huh?"I asked her annoyed.

"Just myself." She answered.

"Twaine!" I shouted at her. This kid really pisses me off.

"Yes! My brother, I will get up!" She said and glared at me.

"Stop calling me brother, I'm your husband not your brother." She really knows how to annoys me.

"But you're 5 years older than me!" She reasoned out.

"So, what?" Because of annoyance, so I climbed on the bed and I brought my face close to hers.