Dreams

Street gang

I put my head down and sped up, I didn't have much time, plus what I was doing was technically not illegal, but they would definitely not like it. I turned the corner and stopped dead, my "dealer" was surrounded by men and women, with only one thing in common. They were all warring neon red spray paint masks.

I turned white. that bastard ratted me out! I turned on my heal and ran like hell, I could hear shouts behind me as I fumbled with my pistol. That's when I remembered i had no bullets, with a curse I threw it down and actually started to focus on where I was.

Just as I was about to turn a corner, when I heard shouting ahead. It had been a trap. I quickly dodged down a alleyway and hid behind some boxes.

"Well well well what do we have here~"
The voice was as soft as silk, but as chilly as the North Pole. I whipped around only to be face with a tall man probably 5,11, with white short hair, deep black eyes and a crooked smile. My heart sank "of course just my bloody luck, instead of being killed by some random goons, no I get to be killed by the big boss himself. Just wonderful!"

A cruel musical laugh brought me back to my senses, I now somehow had backed away from the wall and was standing in the middle of the space, with his royal bastardness pacing around me
"Now tell me" he said with a purr "why would a pretty little think like you need a pistol?" my mind was racing, i couldn't really tell him that I was running a undercover assassination business, that would definitely get me killed.

"Self defence" the lie slipped out so easily. "Self defence?" You could hear the Disbelief in his voice "yes it's very dangerous for a lady such as myself" I tried to sound as small and Unintimidating. He chuckled " okay doll cut the bullshit" the tone of his voice changed from light and fun to cold and hard.

"I happen to know that you have been running a hitman Service for the past few weeks isn't that right?" this was bad. Bad bad bad, I said nothing. "Isn't that right" the voice was right next to my ear, he was standing behind me.

He's hand snaked it's way around my waist and I felt something cold and hard being pressed up against my head. "Didn't your mother ever teach you to answer when your spoken to?" I gulped, I was pretty much a dead man walking, so why not answer him "yes sir" my voice was no higher than a whisper.

He chuckled. "See was that so hard~" his tone was taunting, "well it's quite hard to speak when you have a gun pressed to your scalp" shit. Shit shit shit shit! That was a mistake, his grip around my waist tightened, I thought this was the end.

But the gun too my head slipped away and he spun me round to face him. He was smiling. "You have sass I like that about you, so I have decided not to kill you" his tone was light and chummy, I couldn't understand it. He realised his grasp around my waist and I bowed low
"Thank you sir" he put his hand on my shoulder "of course" then his tone changed back to his icy domineer " just don't let it happen again if there will be consequences."

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Few this was an interesting one also I forgot to mention if you want to see any of these dreams be made into books just comment on them.

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