The Mafia King and The Queen of the Underworld

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

uick shower while stepping out and

matching tie slipping o

the table I put it in my waistband turne

ece of paper where

r I make sure to lock

arting it I get on my phon

ing on the highway I see that t

the people did to deserv

ecause truthfully I don't

get rid

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as if I've been here before I get out

to need some type

o gifted me for what he ca

reliable and I use it every time I'm low o

house o

and waiting after seconds, t

lator, I open the door and

d through several hallway

st door to my left

ith silver numb

nd according to the schedule I had m

see the time; it was 2:30 AM so unless t

ery morning; they should b

ide of the door and tighte

fish out a skeleton key

ing the key I hear the door m

ght to slowly open the

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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

ark. As a child, my mother and father

se moments devastates me because if I knew bac

ppreciated it

ing a shitty day instead of locking myself

challenge I ha

y looking back on my life and

amily for granted and not sp

ow much you'll miss some

ey and my father's company that wa

I had a differen

l-coloured towel, I step away from the mi

ring the front door creak op

, shallow breathing

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

apartment I notice it's

d a coff

to the bedroom, I pee

t that the doo

e an exit or a weapon I see 3 different doors, as

he bed prepared to elim

he bed is empty, void

arget was the girl I wa

not giving a fuck if I make any noise,

m

t the hangers hanging jackets all ove

etting to it, I pause, realizing there is a s

and rethinking my choice

ome questions regarding who and what she gets

the door and make myself comfortable on

this is taking too much damn time and I s

son feel a pull towards knowing what the hell this girl got herself into, which

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

ely relaxed, not even the slightest

n a lamp she has

I see her face. Her gorgeous face

gaze into her baby blues that were listed on her fil

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

ing her feather-light body down to his car. Puttin

-scented hair. Leaning back a bit to study her f

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