Hayle's POV
That was easy, too easy. He didn't put up much of a fight on the money, like most of my clients. My other clients would argue until I had my finger ready to tap send on the files of dirty deeds I had collected on each gang.
He was different. He wanted something with me. I didn't know yet, but I have a feeling that I would find out sooner rather than later. He was emotionless, except for the rage that shown in his dark green eyes.
Had I killed someone close to him? No, I couldn't have. I had checked my encrypted files on the people that I had gotten rid of. None of them had any ties the British Mafia.
So what did I do to piss him off? Other than my little biting remarks, I couldn't think of anything that would ignite the fury behind the cold front he had.
This was going to take time. He had hired me for a reason, but this small town drug dealer was a cover. He could have gotten rid of the bum himself.
I would play his little game, but I would make my own rules. I do not take orders from men of any level of hierarchy. It had to be revenge. That was the only thing, but revenge for what?
I knew that it was revenge because I wore that look for the first sixteen years of my life. An ice wall hiding the thirst for vengeance. I had wanted to kill the abusive bastard that I called my father.
Flashback
"Please! Let me go! I don't want to! Please-" I was cutoff by the sting of a calloused hand smacking my cheek.
"Shut up! You whine too much, little whore." He sneered. I whimpered in submission, as he threw me onto his filthy bed. Realizing what he was going to do, I screamed.
"You fucking slut! Shut up! What did I tell you?" He began spitting on me as he groped me.
"NO! PLEASE! I DON'T WANT THIS!" His fist connected with my face, making blood spill from my nose.
"Look what you made me do! I have to deal with fucking a bloody, ugly bitch now." He began to rip my clothes off, while returning his hands to breasts. I spotted his gun that he always kept by his bedside.
He was always paranoid. I grabbed it while he was busy peeling my skinny jeans of my legs.
"Get off of me!" I pointed the gun at his head. His eyes widened in surprise as he scrambled off of me.
"I'm sorry, Hayle. It's just your so pretty, like your mother." Something in me snapped that day. I felt an anger like never before talk control. It was like all the emotion inside of me froze. I felt no fear and no pain, only anger.
"You used and abused me through all of these years. I'm just defending myself, Rob. You don't deserve to be called father." A sinister smile took over my face. Raising the gun with one hand, I paused before pulling the trigger. I watched as his face paled immediately.
"This isn't even close to what you deserve for what you have done to me." I pulled the trigger without any hesitance. His body slumped to the floor with a loud thump.
I quickly called 911 and explained the situation. Since I was a minor, they believed my story and I got off scot-free.
That was the first of many murders that I had committed.
Flashback Over
Yes, I know that look very well. Today, I were a mask of bitterness to cover my hurt and pain, but his mask was full of anger fueled by pain. You know what they say. It takes one to know one.
I'm going to show him that he can't play me so easily. I am not a some dumb bitch that only cares about her looks and flaunting herself.
Listen and learn, Mafia Motherfucker.
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Wreaking Havoc
RomanceHe had gold rings on his fingers. She had blood on her hands. He is the mafia boss. She was the assassin. He meant to kill her. She fell for the monster. *cover created by me *has scenes of abuse *has sexual scenes
