Mr. and Mrs. Black

Chapter Five

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|Ranger|

I drug one of my hands down my face feeling the weight of the job resting heavily on my shoulders. It was frustrating when I had no leads to go on. Briggs was convinced something was happening here, but we needed to dig in and find proof.

I got up from the couch and closed my laptop before heading upstairs. If something was going on here, they were being quiet about it. I would just have to stick it out and--

I opened the bedroom door and stopped at the sight of Abigail pulling a baggy black t-shirt over her head. It was all in slow motion in my head. Her arms stretched showing off her firm backside that was hidden in her black panties and I caught a glimpse of the back of her bra.

Her hair was still damp from her shower and clung to her exotically. The shirt fell just past her butt pulling me from my trance like state and I shook my head and turned around to walk back down the hall. I'll admit it, she wasn't bad to look at, but she was still a lowlife criminal.

I stopped in front of the nursery and peered inside. They really wanted this thing to be convincing. The room was a pale blue with dandelions painted on the wall and a white crib was off to one corner drapped by white gossamer curtains.

This whole place was a dream house. They fixed it up to help fit our profile, but it looked too perfect. Abigail was a bitch, but she seemed to know what she was doing. She could play the perfect suburban housewife when the curtains raised. I guess Briggs saw something in her.

"The fake kids have it better than me." I chuckled to myself while continuing to look around the decorated room.

"Your friend Briggs must really want Cortez." Abigail's voice came from behind me taking me by suprise. She was a sneaky one, I'll give her that. Not many people could sneak up on me like that so quietly.

"He's a pretty bad guy. He killed a hell of a lot of people and needs to be punished for it." I said and leaned against the doorway.

"Sometimes bad people are just good people who won't let society destroy them." She said while holding my gaze, her eyes dark and locked tight.

"Coming from someone who kills people for a living." I bit out without thinking. She looked away for a moment then lifted her head to stare back into my eyes with her own.

"When you can't take it anymore and break, and are forced to put yourself back together again all by yourself, then you have the right to judge me. But right now, keep you're f.ucking comments about my life that you don't know anything about to yourself." She said slowly and her every word was heavy with venom and anger.

She left my side and walked down the hall disappearing down the stairs. Abigail on top of the job was like adding gasoline to a fire. Things would become interesting and harder with us clashing all the time.
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|Abigail|

He was a pig. An ass. A jerk. A pig f.ucking ass jerk. He was a stuck up ass. I hated his kind and being stuck with him was worse than prison. I didn't know how much longer I could restrain myself from killing him.
I fluffed up the pillow and lay my head back down on the pillow while curling up closer against the couch. Was this my punishment for all the bad things I did?

Was losing my parents not enough? I have to get stuck with that jerk upstairs and will possibly end up going to prison if the agents change their mind. I didn't even know if the deal was solid. I could be going to prison anyway once I helped them capture Cortez.

I didn't know these people and they didn't know me except for what was written in my records. All I had was their word that they would clean up my record and let me walk away.
I had some family in prison and while some said it wasn't all that bad, others said it was Hell. The family that wasn't in prison was either dead or didn't want to take me in. Family or not, I was still considered a street rat.
I was alone in this world, I have been for a long time. I should have seen it coming.

Once my parents died I joined a local gang and got mixed in with some dirty business. It got to the point where they were recruiting children and I wasn't for that.

I walked out and never looked back. Once I walked away from them I had no protection, no family, no friends, no money. I had nothing. I started taking jobs from rich people that involved stealing from other rich people and it paid well. That quickly escalated to killing.

I quickly found out that killing came easy for me and that I was good at it. I was good at f.ucking things up and breaking them, the same went with people. It was easy for me to cut them down.

I was a sad, broken, worthless girl. I had no future or dreams, all I had was a dark and bloody past. I refused to take pity on myself, it would do nothing to help me. I did this to myself, so I have to endure the consequences. I was slowly killing myself and was fully content about it.
Ranger was right. Bad people did need to be punished and I was as bad as they get.

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