ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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One of the best feelings in the world is knowing you're in control.
If not of your life than just for brief moments.
That's why I enjoy being in roofs when doing missions.
I'm here but they have no idea, while me on the other side, could even notice if they rub their asses.
It happened more than once.
Black tight pants and top, who's covered by a leather jacket, blend me with the black tiles of the roof, as I put my snipe in position, my stomach layed against the tiles.
It's early in the morning and Moretti is beside me, with his machine gun, waiting for the Russians.
"All set?" He asks through the earpiece. I hear five 'yes boss'.
"They're coming." I announce hearing the distant cars coming.
It's a dirt road, the tires rolling on the small rocks of the pavement make it more easier to figure.
"How do you know?" Richard asks.
"I can hear the cars." I say blankly and soon at the distance a black truck, with four black Suvs around, are seen on the distance.
"Get ready. I don't want one single piece of shit live." Lukas commands, his voice strong and firm.
"British pussy, you hear it? Last minutes of your life, how you're doing?" I ask, a smirk on my face as I munch my gum.
"Fuck you, red." His grumble is heard along with the others chuckles, Lukas rolls his eyes.
"At my signal." Lukas says as the cars park and all the members leave their cars.
I look around, counting them, and seeing what guns they have. They all carry glocks on their waistbands, but nothing more visible to the eye.
"Twenty men, all glocks." I say.
"I only see fifteen." Lukas mumbles, I point to the black truck. "There's five inside the trunk."
His eyes snap to me and divert from my gun to my face, his eyes narrowing. "Thermography technology."
I nod, confirming it.
"Get ready, I'll blow them up, the time they're caught by the surprise is our best period. Be fast, kill instantly." He warns after starting to shoot like a mad man the trunk, white powder covering all the perimeter as the guys shout curses in Russian.
Moretti quickly climbs down the roof as the rest of the guys shoot them death, making blood and bodies sprawl out on the floor along with bullets flying around.
I help them out by shooting the guys who go behind their backs on their brain.
