𝘼 𝙏𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝘾𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙮
Missy "Candy" Davis. Trained by her adopted father before he was murder in an mysterious hit and run. Unable to cope with his death, she took up a job for ridding the world of evil people. From the grimy and dirty pol...
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The car ride was silent. Missy's eyes are glued to the back of the passenger seat and her hands are tucked securely under her toned thighs. She couldn't bring herself to glance around the backseat of the car. It would intimidate her more than the silence in the car. Sinclair was sitting beside her. His eyes locked in on his phone, his thick eyebrows in a frown and his freed hand is clenched while resting under his chin. Missy thought it was interesting to witness his emotions change from concerned to serious.
Before she got into the car, Felix and Sin had just told her their true intention of getting her involved with them. The explanation was all noise and bullshit to her, but she knew that brushing it off when it's that serious would be stupid. Missy had a lot of questions for them both, for starters; why do they think she's working for someone else just to fuck with them?
The question kept running in her head, trying to figure out if all her previous kills were weird or had some form of pattern. It was no use though, Missy didn't remember every man and woman she killed, the only ones who have left an impression on her were the ones who did her terribly wrong. Like the guys who jumped her, but even then, before becoming a hitwoman, Jefferson made sure she knew how to get out of one v. five.
Jefferson taught her everything, but the hits didn't start until a month after his death. His death made her turn to every bad option in the book to cope. Weed, pills, sex, alcohol, fighting, and a lot more. When she killed someone for the first time, she knew then that doing so would help her get over the sadness she felt deep down about Jefferson dying in a hit-and-run. At first it was to cope, but after the second kill the motive of killing these people have changed. The new purpose was to get rid of all the evilness as much as she could. It didn't matter who they were and what the accomplished. Missy wanted to kill everyone in hopes to come across the man who took her father away. So if most of her recent hits were connected to the Syndicate, how was she supposed to know?
It bothered her so much that she felt a headache itching at her temple, waiting to cause her pain and discomfort.
"Why are we following this guy?" Martin complains, causing Missy's eyes to peel away from her lap and towards the driver's seat where he was sitting with his eyes straight ahead. "We know everyone in this syndicate can't be trusted, not even him."
Missy took this chance to glance at Sinclair, who's still looking at his phone with a frown on his face. She sighs and turns her attention back to the complaining man, feeling less anxious knowing that the silence was now gone, and her deep dark thoughts were gone for now.
Xavier glances behind him, causing her to peel her eyes from Martin. The moment their eyes meet, Xavier turns away and lets out a long annoyed sigh.
"We have to keep her locked up at his warehouse until the news calms down about the shooting in Trunk's district. Man, I hope this chick won't throw a fucking tamturm...like last time."
