"I was around seventeen. I had decent grades, a decent family life, and plenty of friends. It wasn't until senior year homecoming that I met a friend willing to pay for my college tuition if I could kill his boss. I not only did it but I was good at it.
"After that first job, I became the most popular hired assassin on the east coast. By the time I graduated, I had a net worth of four hundred thousand dollars and it was growing.
"I became so paranoid and careful from being discovered by the police or worse that I became recluse and only talked to clients until meeting you.
"I even fled to Spain momentarily during the investigation of the death of a particularly high-profile target where I was given my pseudonym; Sicario which is Spanish for hit-man.
"Now, twenty years and countless clients later, I have gained a half-billion dollars and haven't gotten close to be discovered until around now since there's an investigator sniffing around."
Jane finished sewing up my bullet wound.
"Wow," she said.
"Yeah," I said back, "wow."
"So you've been in the business since highschool?"
"Yeah," I lit a cigarette.
Jane grabbed it and put it out in the ashtray.
"What are you-"
She kissed me.
I kissed her back.
YOU ARE READING
Sicario
ActionA skilled hitman with a photographic memory and impeccable observational abilities fights an investigator who seeks to discover his occupation, attempts to make a name for himself, and learns to understand human interaction.
