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KILLER

KILLER

Author: nostalgia2
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Chapter 1 AN ASSASSIN.

Word Count: 1211    |    Released on: 22/11/2024

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ucket list but I freaking love it. The smell of blood, p

ht me up to be 'normal'. My fam

ival. Money was the only currency I recognized. My parents? A blur, a distant echo. The lon

ire a lullaby. My childhood was a blur of shadows, punctuated by the harsh commands of my superiors. I learned to suppress

rowing empire. The adrenaline coursed through my veins, a potent and intoxicating elixir. There was a cold satisf

words made some flinch their way t

emerging with the cold steel of my pistol. A quick glance at my blood-splattered reflection in the glass

was the mom going down, her body stiff. She was gone. I placed the gun on his head making him clos

tico"

the

his level, low

eunited with your wife and children." He look

g!

s hated the Mafia. They think they are superior but I

ll pay with your blood." He said l

h the blood of others not mine" and with that, I cocked the gun, realizing the bullet down his throat. I peele

of f

weakness was a foreign concept to me. Love was a luxury, a distraction that could blind even the sharpest mind. I'd tr

id mistake made by

pocket, I removed my ph

engo per i

I'm coming f

from the chilling reality that had just unfolded. The house was a macabre tableau, a silent testament to the violence I'd unleashed. My me

n the crossfire of a war that was no longer a game. The weight of their deaths pressed down on me, a crus

dn't

he first rule of being a stinger was to get ready for death. They deserved it for being so clueless, untactful and b

se. Money. I packed off the road and went to meet him. As I a

art with m

th a bug grin across his face. I wasn't scared, I was angry and going to kill here and here. I

cking gunp

e me obtain a bullet to my thigh. I fell to the ground grunting in pain and leaned behind a burnt b

ng

the ground releasing his gun. I

uttana" and I shot the bul

in hell

his spine, making him paralyze instantly. I got closer to him and whispered in his ear, "no one double crosses me and lives" I smiled an

ng and smiled as the wind blew my curly hair. I've always thought what normal w

d on my thigh. They received me quickly and took me to the bed where the doctor cake over and blood drip was set

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