Insanity

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Blythe quietly tip toes out of bed after cautiously taking Mason's arm off of her, he was suffocating her, kept mumbling about some teddy bear with an eye patch.

She stands up, stumbling a bit, her legs sore from what they had been up to all night, it was finally six in the morning when he'd let go of her and fallen asleep. She scoffed at him when he fell asleep the moment he got off her, muttering and mumbling how much of a pussy he is, but he just flipped her off and went dead.

She looks at a picture frame, it was of him, when he was a child, and an older man, both smiling happily at a selfie with a dead body right next to them. Their grin was wide and thumbs were up. First kill.

Huh, they're even more insane than I thought.

"Now where would the office be if I was an idiot mafia don?" Blythe whispers, questioning herself as she puts on her black high heels, closing the straps. When she's fully dressed in her uniform she stumbles out of the room, cursing Mason.

Not even ten feet away from the room, she leans against a wall, breathing in and out, catching her breath. Fuck, I'm supposed to be a cold blooded killer who isn't out of shape. But right now, she couldn't even breathe properly.

He gave her big dick that fucked her to oblivion.

The door on the far end of the corner opens and Blythe ducks down, wincing when her legs throbbed in pain, a man walks out while talking on his phone, not entirely shutting the door and then leaving.

"You broke this week's nose?" He exclaims, snickering while slapping his knee, Blythe gets on her knees, crawling to the room. She recognized the man, Ethan Rodriquez.

He's climbing down the stairs when she hears him shriek and she pauses in fright of being caught, "I do not have a small dick puta!"

When she hears a door slam shut and his voice distant, she rushes in the office, closing the door and standing up. Now, where would stupid mafia dons hide their next shipment transaction file?

Cabinet? She skips through the many color labelled files, нет.

Between one of the books? The fuck is he doing with a comic? Nada, not here either.

She huffs, pushing the other books back inside, she looks around, where had she not searched yet? The desk drawers!

Click.

Her head snaps to the door, when it starts to open and she hunches down under the desk. "Fuck off, I'm late just cause I forgot something."

Shit, I can't get caught, I don't have it in me to kill anyone today.

She quickly crawls further under the desk, placing a hand on her mouth to not make a sound, of all the days to have bad luck, it had to be in the in the idiot's den.

She hears footsteps leave the room, and then lock the door.

Fuck.

She tells herself to calm down, she could fuss about how annoying of a mission she was given later. Stupid ass bitch decided to lock the fucking ass door.

She gets out from under the desk, opens the drawer and бинго! Bingo! Shipment transaction.

She runs her eyes through the file, flipping the pages and memorizing everything.

Drug Shipment

3:00 am, Wed, 6/5/18