She was Sophia Perez the CEO of estilo, the best fashion company in New York. She had everything to make a man fall on his knees. She had long jet black her, beautiful pump lips and a body of a godess. But unfortunately for them, she didn't want a m...
The wind blew in my face as I ran across the building trying to avoid the shots that were currently being aimed at me.
The guy aiming at me, who was probably around 6ft, dropped his gun and lunged towards me.
He ran out of bullets. Poor bastard
I tackled the large man onto the floor which was hard considering this guy was built like the fucking hulk.
I grabbed his throat and slightly squeezed it making him cough. He tried to speak so I let his throat go.
"ты умрешь софия перес" (you are going to die Sophia Perez) he angrily spat at me.
Ahh the Russains. My fucking favourite.
Note the sarcasm.
I laughed and whispered in his ear
это забавно, учитывая, что ты знаешь, что ты тот, кто вот-вот умрет (it's funny, considering you know, you're the one whose about to die)
And without any hesitation, I stood up and pushed my heel into his throat, his screams music to my ears.
Damn, he was an ugly crier.
I then grabbed my favourite knife, ripped of his shirt and and carved the words 𝘥𝘪𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘢 onto his chest.
The look of fear in his eyes made me smirk.
I hummed satisfied as he took his last breaths.
1- Diabla 0- Russians
Shit I just ruined my new louboutins. I made a mental note to buy new ones.
I walked up to my baby. My beautiful auldi R8 all black. Just how I liked it.
I got in and was about to drive off when I felt my phone vibrate. I smiled as soon as I saw the name and picked up.
"I'm guessing the idiot who attacked you is now dead" Alisha my best friend and partner in crime spoke.
I laughed. "Yup" I said popping the p
"Who was it this time?" She asked "let me guess, the Greeks?"
"The fucking Russians" I spoke.
"So close" she muttered on the phone
"I'm on my way home now I'll see you then" I said as I tried to wipe the blood of my amazing and very expensive outfit.
"Get home safe Sophia" she said, worry evident in her tone.
"I always do" I hummed onto the phone before cutting the call.
Alisha was always worried about me even though she knows I can handle my self perfectly fine. But that's what I love about her.
I normally did all the fighting while she did the hacking and finding people's locations for me. But that doesn't mean she can't fight. Alisha can kick ass.
I met Alisha when she started working for me at estilo my award winning fashion company.
As soon as she came in for her interview I knew I would like her. We became friends and then I trusted her with a secret that only me and the rest of the underworld knew.
I told her I was dibala.
To say she was terrified was an understatement. She was practically shitting herself.
I mean I didn't blame her. If your boss told u that she happend to be the deadliest assaian in NYC I would be shocked too.
I told her I wasn't going to hurt her and she calmed down.
I learnt about her great hacking skills and got her to find locations for me.
