*gunshots*
"FUCK YOU ALL MOTHERFUCKERS"
"FUCK OFF" *gunshots*
"YOU FUCKING WHORE, YOU THINK YOU'RE GONNA GET AWAY?, I'LL KILL YOU MOTHERFUCKER"
"WHO THE FUCK ARE YOU?"
"DEATH, AND HERE'S YOUR FAITH" *gunshot*
"you got it done?"
"yeah there's no job i can't get done"
"here's 2 million as promised, yeah? and remember if anyone finds out a senator hired a hitman, you're fucking dead, let's go guys"
God i hate politicians, but this 2 million can get me alot, as i was driving my car home my phone rings i am really tired so i don't wanna answer it could be that bullshit senator right?, as i check my phone, an unknown number called me, i pulled up and answered it
"yeah?"
"is this victor carter?"
"yeah"
"listen this is señor julio martinez, my friend senator fredrick oliver told me you're the guy that killed senator larry jones the guy who threatened us to tell the public the business we're having, you don't want that as a businessman do you?"
"yeah, nice to meet you julio but i need to g-"
"hold on there, you wanna work for me?, you'd do good as a bodyguard
"not interested bye"
"no no no, i have a job for you the pay will be big, loads of money"
"I'm listening"
"on December 5 there is a celebration of a birthday boy and it's Mayor Steven Hugh, it's said that the celebration will be in his house but he will leave the municipal hall on 5 am in the morning, you must plant a bomb underneath the car so if he slows down the car will explode like kaboom eh?, meet me tomorrow night 8 pm at Freddy's so we can talk business"
"ok, goodbye"
Big amount of money huh?, should be enough to buy me a new car, this one a scrap. As i arrived home i lay down for a minute but i don't want to fall asleep it's 7:12 PM i need 38 more minutes to relax, what a pain in the ass.
I fell asleep for 10 mins and it's ready to go, i wore my jacket hid 2 mini pistols and hid a 9MM on my waist, just to be sure i need some extra ammo, it's 7:31 and my house is too far from that restaurant so i gotta hurry. I started my car's engine and drove off
8:03 PM when i arrived in the restaurant a hispanic man with 5 bodyguards is sitting on table 43 so i gotta ask if he's the guy that wants to meet me
"excuse me, are you julio?"
"why yes, are you victor?"
"yeah"
"i almost left because you're kinda late you know?"
"i know, soo should we talk business?"
"10 million dollars Mi amigo, get it done by December 5 or Estás muerto, Vamos hijos de puta"
As that guy julio left and left me this amount of money, i didn't know what the fuck he said, is he speaking Spanish k don't speak that language but i guess he said I'm dead?, gotta be
As i opened the suitcase i started counting the money and yeah, it's very exact, It's still November 30 so i got 5 days or 6 to get ready. what a tiring day so i fell asleep that night
First thing in the morning i left my house and called israel, the gun dealer
"israel"
"de fook is this?"
YOU ARE READING
The Job
ActionA hitman was hired by an italian crime family to kill the president. But after he failed to kill the president the head of the crime family ordered to kill the hitman, and the hitman must find a way to stay alive.
