Chapter 8

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ERIK'S POV

Somewhere in Tokyo.......

I sit in my room awaiting my next assginment looking out the window of my top floor penthouse watching the nightlife and people passing by. Im getting sick of waiting for the next assignment. Who do I track down and wipe off the face of the planet? That shit is good money but it's also boring. That's why I do business with Klaue. That way I could still move my vibranium weapons and make profit for them while giving putting my lifelong plan to give back to the black community in motion. As far as the world knows I'm a ex Navy Seal who fucks around with a couple celebrities. A fly ass nigga who didnt need 'daddy's money' to have a couple M's in the bank. I make that nigga Tony Stark look smalltime compared to me. The assignments however, I still do them because I'm on year 5 of a 7 year contract. Once the contract is finished I can reinstate it or I can resign completely....meaning death but Imma real nigga those corny ass CIA muhfuckas aint gonna kill me.

I sit at the bar of my top floor penthouse downing whatever Japanese liquor I had as I hear my phone ring. Before I answer it, I already know who it is. I sigh and walk over to my kitchen, answering it before I missed the call.

"Talk to me" I say.

"We got another hit for you. Clarence Jenkins, 37 years old. He resides in Alpine Texas and can be found at Clover Point trailer park. He lives with two unidentified women. My associates and I will have a Kill and Clean up squad nearby if needed, just call Santiago and Linda. Once the job is done and confirmed you will recieve payment instantly. I'll be in touch" A man known as the "handler" says before the the line goes dead. As per usual.

Sounds easy enough, like a classic hit. From what it sounds like, it's just another country hick who fucked with the wrong mob ties. Boring shit. It'll be quick and easy, I should be in and out within 48 hours max without a trace left behind. I call Santiago and Linda to let them know to be on stand by. I sigh and take another swig from the liquor bottle "Look's like they sending a nigga to Texas"

Two days later..........

I cased the trailer park earlier this morning just to be sure. You can never be too cautious in this line of work. It's now 11 pm and it's the perfect time to strike. I walk up to the trailer and peep through the slightly ajar window. I see him. I see Clarence sitting on the couch watching TV. I see him get up and walk toward my direction without seeing me. If he wasn't so fucked up he probably would have. I would have killed him anyway so I dont give a fuck.

I decide to back up when I hear footsteps coming towards the front door. I couldn't have been Clarence, I was looking right at him. I hid behind a tree that was behind the dumpster directly across from the trailer

"No Layla, I'm not joining a nunnery or running away to a convent! How many times do I have to tell you it was a joke? Yall are wildin!" I hear a sweet feminine voice say. Her voice sounded so soothing like I could listen to it on a loop for hours. I need to keep my focus and stop getting side tracked...

I put the silencer on my gun and raised it to aim at the sweet voiced woman. That's when I saw HER. She was beautiful...like a dream almost. She was tall, chunky and curvy.....real thick in all my favorite places. She had on blue basketball shorts, a faded out graphic tee shirt and reindeer slippers with her hair in a meesy flop of curls on top of her head in a bun. She looked a mess....a beautiful mess. She was taking out the trash while on the phone with someone. I knew the women in Texas were supposed to be pretty but DAMN.

I had my finger on the trigger ready to shoot but when I heard her laugh....I hesitated for a moment. I never trip over no bitch especially one that didnt put out, even then I didnt give a fuck. I dont know, but there is something different about her. I dont know why or how but I feel tethered to her. I've killed men and women before whether they were innocent just being in the wrong place at the wrong time or they were scumbags who deserved it. It was all apart of the job. Im fustrated. I should just kill her and whoever else is in that trailer...but I just couldnt. Not her.

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