Saints

chapter 2

Who is next?

"I'm hungry." whinnied Faith, tapping her foot out of habit.

"Shut up!" I yelled getting annoyed with her damn tapping.

"But Im hun-" she continued with the whining and the tapping.

"I heard you, the first time." I growled, glaring at her foot.

Just then a knock on the door stopped us from bickering. I gave Faith the look. Meaning: grab a gun. She did as indicated. I grabed a gun of my own, I walked to the door with defence mode enabled. I opened the door a crack. Faith was aiming ready to fire.

I relaxed, recognizing the man standing out side. My gun lowering.

"Its just Richardson put the gun down." I informed Faith looking back at her.

"Oh, hay Richy." Faith greeted gleefully. Bouncing over to him.

"Hi" He waved at Fatih. A friendly smile etched on to his face. That smile could disappears in seconds. "Hope, please for the love of god call me Richard. Richardson is to formal."

"I respect you Richardson, but if you insist on Richard I'll try." I chuckled, giving him a one over.

He was a handsome man with dark black hair. He was as had son as he was dangerous. He could kill in a blink of an eye.

"Thank you." He smiled his white teeth making and appearance.

Richardson was a young billionaire as well, at the age of 25. We know him beacuse he was good friends with our perents. Before we killed them of course. He knows that we killed them, yet he still our friend. We dont question why he still our friend, we just let it be. Even though I don't let my guard down that much around him.

"So what brings you around?" I question, carious as to why he stopped by. He only does when people need to die.

"Well, I was informed that I have a daughter." he paused to let it sink in. Him a daughter?! Yeah right! "I learned, that she was taken from her mom at the age of 6. Her mom was killed...and she was forced into umm... selling herself." Tragic.

"Ok, what does this have to do with us?" I asked, not really interested in the whole thing.

"I want you two to bring her to me." He said, peaking my interest in the slighted.

"So... like a job?" Faith wondered.

"Yes, I'll pay what ever you ask. Money's not an issue." Yeah k bet it wasn't considering you shower in money.

"You got your self a deal, Richardson" I beamed, my body feeling tingly. "But why not do it your self? I asked, curiously.

"Because, I don't want to get my hands dirty and I know you two love your jobs." He smirked.

"You got one thing right.." I smiled cheekily. Now thing of the amount of  money I wanted. He looked at me smiling knowing we'd get the job done.

"Not so fast." He mused. Making my head snap in his direction. "You have to bring her alive and in one priced, understood?"

"Yeah, yeah dont worry." I reassured him. Thinking about the money. "We'll bring her back." I assured. "Alive."

This was gonna be hard usually the people we brought back were dead.

"Thank you, girls. This means a lot to me, really." He smiled thankfully at us.

"No problem." I Faith winked. Already mumbling about what she was going to bring.

"Lets get this shit started!" cheered Faith, energy and happiness radiating off her.