"You fucking what?!" My own voice hurt my ears it was so shrill. Striker winced, feeling the same pain. Good. He could be uncomfortable.
"Clean out your damn ears," He snarled, pulling onto the highway.
"We had one shot and you fucked it up," I groaned, "Our client is going to hire someone to kill us now."
All the work, all the planning...and we had nothing to show for it. I held my head in my hands and tried not to vomit. This could not be happening.
"We'll grab some stuff from your apartment and head out." Striker's voice broke through the waves of despair.
"What?"
Striker sighed, obviously irritated that he had to explain things to me, "There were security cameras at this thing. Surely one of them caught us in the act. We need to lay low for a bit before we get another chance at the target."
I sat back in my seat. He was right, but I didn't want to admit that out loud. Ultimately, I was pissed over the fact we had failed.
"Fine," I replied shortly, crossing my arms as I slumped lower in the seat, "But we're not done talking about this."
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Jaded | A Striker x Reader Story
RomanceAfter your entrance into the underworld, you begin to make a living disposing of your client's cheating partners. Love is completely off the table. After all, who would be able to find true love in a place like Hell? From the author of Dancing With...
