Pampered By The Ruthless Mafia

opher'

my Beretta 92FS with my silencer adapter

gun making sure n

t I make sure to clean

to have a sli

I don't plan to have it happe

hing my silencer I stand up and

g out and going into my walk-in closet I put on my all-black

in my waistband turned off all of the lights and headed for

r I make sure to lock

arting it I get on my phon

m me, I sometimes wonder what the people did to deserve to be killed by my hand, It doesn

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as if I've been here before I get out

for the door, I pull out a device Luciano gift

e and I use it every time I'm low on cash, need a k

and waiting after seconds, t

lator, I open the door and

llways to get to my targets door, I come up t

ith silver numb

lier, they were home and looking at my watch to see the time; it was 2:30 AM so unless they were night o

ning my gloves over my hands, i dig into my pockets

ing the key I hear the door m

ght to slowly open the

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urs

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ag myself over to the mirror and loo

d if you weren't looking close en

, shaking as if anticipating the blow of

nd read to me until I would fall asleep. Looking back at those moments devastates me because if I

instead of locking myself in my room, drowning in self-pi

y looking back on my life and

amily for granted and not sp

ow much you'll miss some

s company that was supposed to be signed over to me

l-coloured towel, I step away from the mi

creak open or a balcony door shatter, I lay here

if I'm scared or just numb to

iss them

ain the pain I feel just

g of jealousy that they

oughts behind, I try to

weet melodic

nto darkness, s

opher'

apartment; to my left,

nto the apartment is fr

I notice it's almost empty apart

I peek my head inside easily, due t

ee 3 different doors, assuming it's a bathroom, closet, and another balcon

nything breathing. more specifically, my target

, not giving a fuck if I make any noise

going anywhere till my

t the hangers hanging jackets all ove

ting to it, I pause, realizing there is a sl

quick or I could feed my stupid curiosity and ask some questions rega

the door and make myself comfortable on

this is taking too much damn time and I s

on, i feel a pull towards knowing what the hell this girl got herself into, whic

t and breathing, I hear the door slowly ope

rection or make any movements to

s down. She stirs for a moment but then s

dn't even bat an eye in my direction. Swiftly getting up making sure

y relaxed, not even the slightest bit

n a lamp she has

air and tan skin, I can't help but want her to open her eyes so I can gaze into her ba

trance, I breat

uck is wro

. I should be killing her and out the door. Feeling frust

ly at her temple,

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out the safet

erson

moment, rethinking what t

r person just like every other night for the pas

n, never thought twice, never ta

e fact that he had forgotten t

ookie mistake h

knowing everything, every possible

er, it would seem that he was a stupid amateur who

o

gnorance. How the fuck did he mess up this bad? Now

l together. For Christopher, though, this was not the case. He wanted

rigger? His curiosity needed to be fed now more

gun up and bashed it into t

ing out the proble

nder her knees and ano

ng her in the passenger seat, he buckled the seatbelt. While doing so, he got a whiff of her strawb

kin coaxed him

r cheek, not being able to feel

s jolted out of his trance

and said a few colourful words und

ot into the passenger seat started the c