One by One

Chapter 1 -- New Case

One by One

Pic to the side is Riley----------------------->

 Okay @Queenlalamo wrote Ashton's P.O.V and @1_in_a_million wrote Riley's P.O.V and edited Ashtons.

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 Chapter one – New Case

Riley’s P.O.V

“Die sucker” I sneered to the guy, who was under my studded leather boot. I pressed the trigger on my baby, my black sexy hand gun, ending this dickhead of a pervert life.

I grinned at the sound of my bullet piercing his brain, my hand made silver bullets, killing him.

I shoved my gun in the waist of my jeans, the cold metal sending shivers up my spine.

I got my gun hand-made which cost me A LOT but it was worth it.  My gun was very slim and was plain black with a snake curling up the top of it.

Snakes are my favourite pets, I have one, and His name is Sniper.

I walked down the alley way, dragging the dead body behind me. My fingers were coated in the red, this dickheads blood.

Just seeing blood makes me happy, I know it sounds sick but I love it. I swear my Job is the best job I could ever ask for.

I work as an assassin killing people for Drake my boss, the boss of all us assassins.

I’m one of the four girls that Drake gives the harder cases to, since were the four most skilled assassins working for Drake.

He calls us into his office handing us pictures and shit about the person he wants to kill, when we get a new case.

I don’t ask any questions I just kill; I guess you could call me a killing machine.

The lower ranking assassins are scared of us four girls. But none of us four girls know who the other three are.

We even have code name. I don’t know which code name goes with which girl, but there is The Mystic Shade, The raven, The Dutches and me The Teasing Nightmare.

They call me The Teasing Nightmare, because I’m…..How could I put it…….very persuasive when it comes to seducing, they say I ‘tease’ them then turn into their nightmare when I show them my knife or gun.

I opened up my sport car, popping the boot open.  With one hand, I flicked the hard sheet, covering a compartment in the boot of my car, where I put my kill till I get to show Drake.

I dumped this guy’s body into the compartment grinning as I closed the flap and boot.

My eyes followed this guy’s wallet; fall to the ground, the brown leather calling me.

I grabbed the wallet of the floor, popping the button open. My eyes flickered tot eh picture on the side, it was a family, and it must be his family.

There was the dead guy’s happy face with an older lady, which I’m guessing is his wife and two little children.

Someone’s gonna miss this dickhead.

But it ain’t gonna be my sorry ass. Oh ditums! Someone’s going to cry over his dead body! (Note the sarcasm)

Toughen up Princess.

Being careful not to rip the photo, I slipped it out of the wallet, whipping my lighter out of my pocket, letting the photo catch on fire.