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Xavier Romano, a trained assassin who lives by moral code, and only listens to his state of mind gets a deal to adduct Eliza Othman, a pharmacist who would think thrice before hurting a soul.
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While I mix the gunpowder along with some bullets I receive a call.
"Hello?"
"Hello, is this Xavier Romano?"
Doing illegal jobs from a young age has taught me a lot more than to just reveal my identity like that.
"depends who is asking?"
I hear some shuffling on the other side as the person speaks further, "I am one of Mr.Watson's men, I have a deal for you, the reward is 10 million dollars and you can negotiate too"
Money has never pleased me, I just take the deal if it amuses me enough.
To be honest, what amuses me is watching my target just lose themselves in front me. That gives me peace. Every being has a pleasure point and for me this is that.
I choose my targets with lots of precision but mostly if I want them dead and that wanting comes from their actions so if they do wrong doings they'll have to face them.
"I need to discuss some details before proceeding with it"
"You can come to the Nightingale Club today around 8 to discuss it with the boss"
I mutter a okay and hang up the phone.
If the ransom for the deal is so much it means I've to do something big too. Unless it has to do anything with human trafficking or so I do not have any problems doing it.
I am completely off limits in that area. I don't hurt women or children necessarily, not because I think they are weak, but because I feel like they don't deserve that sh*t.
Like men are twisted honestly. I've seen it through my eyes how men think. I am not blaming the entire menkind but I am generalising some of them.
Men want woman begging and like it when woman feel inferior to them. But I feel like a woman is a fighter who needs no training. She fights everyday to live no matter what the circumstances are.
A previous dealer called me a soft person due the fact that I refused to help him sell an woman so I killed him in spot.
I cannot tolerate such insolence. There are certain limitations and restrictions to my work.
And following these had made me so famous and name worthy as an assassin over the years in platforms like nationally or internationally. . . . . .
I take the flavourless gunpowder and use a light stick to put it inside the revolver. The grazing sound makes my ears tingle but I ignore it somehow.
