this story is set in a fictional city named Brangate City, since I'm horrible with actual cities and their stats.
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Beautiful Criminal by A-L-X
"Beautiful criminal, you can't just get mad."
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Smoke filled my pink lungs as I inhaled, the chemicals tainting my flesh more than it already was.
My lips felt gray and cold as I threw the cigarette onto the floor and smashed it beneath my black boot. Smoke lingered in the air with me as I leaned against the side of the rotting warehouse, legs crossed. The smell was nostalgic. I grasped ahold of my lip with my teeth as I waited for Aedan. The metal ring in my lip was beginning to rust, but I refused to let it go. At least not yet.
Though I was forced to do this kind of work on a daily basis, I attempted to avoid it as much as possible. Killing someone was messy and nightmarish. I don't think I could ever truly not be disgusted and regretful about it, even though most likely the people I kill deserved it.
The screams of Aedan and I's latest victim could be faintly heard outside of the warehouse, my spine immediately chilling as I listened to it. I would dream of it tonight, like I always did after jobs like these. Well, if I went to sleep. The thought set my expression back into its usual stoicalness.
The front door of the warehouse busted open as Aedan came through, his pasty skin smooth in the dark of night. His heavy breaths echoed in my ears. Bloody teardrops ran down the side of his cheek, and I didn't bother to wonder wether or not it was his. Hands clenched in slight anger, Aedan's heated gaze landed on mine. Pushing myself off of the side of the building, I walked over towards him calmly.
"Guessing it didn't go well." I simply shrugged, even though he was visibly fuming.
"No, it didn't. The bastard didn't say a thing," he said as he reached a hand up and pushed his short blonde hair off his sweaty forehead. A frustrated tick of his. "Damn Russo trained them well." he spit.
"Finn's gonna get his panties bunched." I responded curtly.
"Thanks for pointing out the obvious, girlie." he said sarcastically as he started walking towards our car.
"What about the damn body, Aedan?" I said to his retreating form as I furrowed my brow.
"It's your turn to clean up our mess."
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"Good job, Gray. Now you only owe me a couple more thousands."
My jaw was visibly clinched as my feet carried myself up the stairs of the public bus, my usual stoic expression twisted into a deep scowl. Anger was twisting at the seems of my being, the threads becoming loose. I felt like a damn puppet. Yet there was nothing I could do without spelling out my imminent death.
Sitting down ungracefully onto the nearest seat in the back, I turned my eyes towards the window. My body sat stiff. I pulled on the metal ring in my lip, a tick of mine that I did when I was stressed, angry, or nervous.
Finn was an asshole as always, more so this time since we didn't exactly get any info from our target concerning Antonio Russo's whereabouts and plans. I was usually calm, but the asshole just rubbed me the wrong way.
It didn't help that I was indebted to him for reasons that molded me to be who I am today.
Lost in my thoughts, I didn't notice the bus was moving until a blurry mess of our surroundings caught my eye from the window.
I was pulled back as I realized there was a buzz coming from the pocket of my pants. My phone sang an annoying tune as I slipped it out and pressed it to my ear.
"Yes?" I asked curtly. A rustle came through the phone, making me blink. Aedan's smooth voice sounded through it, reaching my eardrums.
"We've got another job."
Anger was currently threading me back together, simmering back down. "Where?" my voice was calm, but there was an undertone of irritation.
As if knowing this, Aedan spoke carefully. "Down at the Harbors, in Nightingale."
"What the hell? What's going on in there?" my voice was quiet, as to not let anyone hear too much on the bus.
"There's suppose to be a meeting between Russo's men and the Lombardi's." his answer made me scoff in disbelief.
"They're rivaling Mafia's. Not to mention they're both Italian. What could it be about?"
"Hell if I know. Finn just wants us down there pronto, so you can figure it out when we get there, girlie." Aedan's voice flowed easily and effortlessly.
The flesh around my lip piercing was probably red by now, flushed from me pulling on it constantly.
"Are we supposed to go right now?" my question came out calmly, not revealing a hint of irritation or any emotion.
"Yeah. Finn said so," he answered. "So I guess you should probably dress to impress, girlie."
The beep on his end indicated he had hung up.
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Gray {discontinued}
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