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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Missy rolls over in her bed, pulling the heavy blankets over her head to block out the rays of sunlight that were beaming off of the window from the other apartment building. As she tried to fall back into the deep slumber again, the sound of the birds chirping nearby made her groan out loud before rolling over onto her back. Her arm was covering her face as she sighs through her nose slowly. She hasn't gotten real sleep since she has been involved with Felix and Sinclair. Since she killed their so-called errand boy, the one that felt comfortable doing their dirty work. Just knowing everything she has been doing for them, she knows the previous man on the job must've struggled. Missy didn't feel bad for killing him, she got a lot of money from that kill—the man must have been thanking her from the grave for putting him out of his misery. She knew she would've thank someone for helping her out of the world faster.
As she lays under the blanket, the memories of last night come flowing back into her head, causing her to throw the blankets off of her. Missy looked around the room for the two men that were sleeping beside her, but they were nowhere to be seen. It wasn't hard to find two large and tall men, so she was the only one in the room.
"They must've left..." She says quietly before the soft knock on her bedroom door caught her attention.
She pulls the blankets away completely, swinging her legs to the side of the bed. "Yeah?"
"Missy, I made you some breakfast, come on out to eat now," Loretta says on the other side of the door as she twists and turns the knob, trying to open it. "Why's the door locked? Are you okay, Missy? Should I get that man outside?"
Missy sighs and rubs her face, forgetting about the cop camping outside of Loretta house. Even though Marquez told people he was there to protect her, she knew the man outside sitting in the cop car was only there to spy on her. She knew she blew the interrogation and Marquez wasn't stupid.
"No," she says standing from the bed stretching her arms over her head. "I'm fine mama, I just woke up."
Missy looks at the phone sitting on the dresser near the closet. "I'll be out in a minute."
She could hear Loretta walk away from her room door before she walks over to the dresser, picking up the brand new phone. Of course, she once again was given a brand new phone. Missy has never gone through so many smartphones in one year. This had to be her fifth one, and she wasn't even counting. The phone had to be from Sinclair, since Felix's too superstitious of technology to even buy himself a fancy one, let alone her a fancy one.
Missy looks through the phone, seeing an old text message from a couple of hours ago. Sinclair texted her about leaving the phone for her so they could talk to each other, even give each other updates. He also let her know that he saved everyone's number in the phone already. She already figured that the two men would leave before the sun rose, so they wouldn't risk getting caught by the policemen sitting outside the apartment.
