❝𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐟 𝐈 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.❞ I gasped, squeezing the sheets of the bed. His long fingers entered me, making me close my eyes as I soaked in...
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["Just pull the trigger, it's not that hard."
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As the dark almost ate us and night fell over the city, I managed to get out of the car and run to the front wooden door made of pine. The cold air slowly turned into a strong and eerie wind, blowing the leaves to passers-by who were pretending as if we were ghosts.
Maybe we were, with all our black suits and almost silent gait.
The door opened with a slight creak and I could already feel the sweat running down my forehead. This isn't the first time I've gone on a campaign, nor is it the first time I've killed an ordinary man, but this was no ordinary man. And my chest tightened and twisted into a knot at the thought of what I should fucking do.
After this, my life will be completely destroyed and I will only be able to say goodbye to the life that was waiting for me.
The house is spacious and the lights are off and for a moment, I exhaled hoping that no one was inside. Antonio pushed me forward, his gun stabbing me firmly through my suit and I was forced forward without hesitation.
As we climbed the stairs, the sounds on the floor became louder. I felt sorry for the guards we had to kill to get in. I feel sorry for killing anyone now.
The eerie pictures on the wall watched me as the entire troop climbed the stairs until we reached the top, finding our target sitting calmly behind him surrounded by five men. All of them had guns pointed at us, but there were more of us and in a few seconds, all five of them were on the floor, leaving some bullets stuck to the wall like a screw.
He was still sitting at the table, unblinking, and I almost shouted at him to run as far as possible, that it was better for both of us, but I didn't manage to get a single word out when my father pushed me in front of him and gave me a sign.
The man in front of me looked at me coldly. His brown eyes stared at me and stabbed my stomach like a blade. The corner of his lips moved up and I raised the gun at him, aiming for his head.
