Dangerous Love Affair

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HOU, TX -

Sitting on the rooftop of some condominiums in downtown Houston, Drea stared into the apartment across the way. Inhaling deeply, she slid her hands into her black hoodie as she watched the movement through the place. The phone ringing in her pocket, broke her out of her trance. Groaning, she pulled the phone out to see who was calling even though she already knew who it was. Sliding the answer button over she placed it to her ear. "Hello."

"You gone keep staring or you gone shoot?"

A smile peeled across her face as she picked up the binoculars and looked at them, seeing her target now standing on his balcony. "Why do I have to take the easy way out this time? You know how much I love to torture these niggas." Drea grabbed her sniper rifle and placed it on her shoulder.

"I'm sure you saw the news. You left a mess around the city so now we gotta lay low. Get this taken care of and get back to the compound."

"Yes boss." Drea disconnected the call and returned her phone to where it was. "A simple gun shot to the head, so boring." Positioning her gun just right, she waited until her target moved over, then his body dropped instantly. "I could do this shit in my sleep." Letting out a dramatic yawn, she went and put her things away and headed back inside and over to the elevator making sure she didn't look suspicious.

As soon as she slipped inside the black on black SRT dodge charger and peeled away from the scene, she called the clean up crew giving them address and all the information they needed to access the apartment. "Make sure y'all get everything, don't leave shit behind. Got it?"

"We got you Dre." They responded before she hung up.

Relaxing back in her seat, Drea connected her phone to the radio. After every assignment, she always listened to all her dad's favorite songs. It was the only thing that could ease her mind and not have the next bullet she shot, going through her own head.

Andrea 'Drea' Johnson, born and raised in Atlanta, Georgia to Malcolm and Adriana Johnson. The middle child of three but she tried to run things as if she was the oldest. Her father was a sniper for the United States Army but that career choice ended up taking a left. He realized that the good guys didn't win and he went to the other side, starting his own criminal organization. When his children were old enough, they were trained to kill.

Drug lords across the globe hired the Johnson family to capture and do harm to those that were indebted to them. There hasn't been a target that family couldn't catch. They were unstoppable until two years ago when someone was able to beat them at their own game, killing Malcolm. One gun shot to the head. Til this day, his murder is unsolved.

With Malcom being gone, someone had to run the show. His eldest son, Trevor was appointed to take over what his dad started.