wanted↠a.i

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"do you know why i'm here?" i asked the man in the fancy suit. he was standing scared in a corner a few meters away from the building of the british embassy.

"you're that serial killer." he acknowledged. "do you want to kill me?" he asked and i tried to sustain myself from laughing at his stupid question.

"of course i want to kill you." i looked down and saw his hand moving in his pocket and shook my head. "give me your phone. no one's going to save you, you monster." i grabbed the device from his pocket and shut it off completely.

the man in front of me whined and pleaded me not to kill him, but that wasn't going to happen.

"tell me, now, do you understand the reason why i want to kill you?" i asked after several minutes of useless pleas emitting from him. i wanted to hear them saying it out loud.

"y-yes. i know, i made a mistake getting involved in this. i only needed the money. i've got a family to feed, i've got kids." he looked at me cowardly, raising his eyes from the ground slowly.

"the money. it's all about the money, isn't it?" i didn't know how to react. all i had in my mind was that those people are polluting this planet, but how can i kill a father? how can i deprive his children from the paternal privilege?

i closed my eyes and thought for a moment. "the child you were carrying yesterday, it was yours?" i asked him and he nodded. "and that woman was your wife?"

"yes, yes she was. we were going for a walk after work" he gulped.

"you don't understand how serious this is." i sighed. i was more than confused as to what i was going to do. not once had i been having second thoughts about those bastards and here he was begging and crying and talking about his children.

i held my gun up, pointing to his head. what am i going to do with him? "who else is involved?" i asked nonchalantly.

"um um, as far as i know two people from england that approached me a few years ago. i don't know anyone else." i raised my eyebrow at his answer. i was sure he knew a lot more.

"those two are dead. now tell me everything you know." i armed my gun and touched his forehead with it.

"okay okay. there's this venetian who's providing me with everything and i just send it in england. that's all i know, i swear." he told me.

"i want his name, his number and address." i demanded.

after i was provided with everything i needed, i placed my gun on the waistband of my jeans and walked away, leaving him with a warn.

"you're free to go, but if i ever learn you're involved in this shit, you are a dead man and this time i won't have in mind that your children need a father. got it?"

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i hope you have figured out by now that the chapters in italics are ashton's pov. i didn't even mention it oops