A Dude like her✔️

Chapter Five|| See you in Hell

Sawyer on the top :)

I will give you guys a treat for being so nice and caring and funnyy :))) I will make this chapter in Sam's POV so that you guys know a bit about him

Chapter Five|| See you in Hell

Sam

"You're a really intelligent boy, Sam," Coen smirked as he looked out the window.

"I just want my last job so that I can get the fuck out of here," I muttered, clearly annoyed.

Coen looked up and tapped his fingers. "Again with this leaving shit, we're never letting you go, Sam. I thought you knew this when you started."

I sighed and slumped on the chair in front of his desk.

"My mom was sick, I needed the money to help my dad pay the hospital. McDonald's wasn't going to give me more than the minimum wage. Nobody knows I do this and if I get caught, my future is over," I stated and looked at him pointedly.

Coen huffed. "Look, if you do me this one last job, I'll consider letting you go, deal?"

I nodded and mentally prepared myself. It took a lot of courage to complete the job's Coen gave me. I would even have nightmare's most nights so I hated going to sleep.

"I need you to kill Pablo Osborn and look for the red letter. I know that fucker has it somewhere in his house," he stated as he passed me a pistol.

"I'll send Mark after you're done so he can clean up everything."

I sighed. "And you'll let me go?"

Coen raised an eyebrow. "I'll consider it."

•••

"Pablo Osborn?"

A man, probably not one year past 40, opened peaked through the crack of his apartment door.

"Yes," he croaked, "Who are you?"

"I think you know who I am," I said.

Pablo's eyes widened and he tried closing the door but I shoved my foot through the opening of the door.

"You should have payed up, Pablo," I sighed.

Pablo's blue eyes looked petrified as he fell back. "Look, I'll have Coen's money by Friday, I promise!" He exclaimed as he kept crawling backwards.

I tried to keep my face expressionless even though I was dreading every inch of what I was about to do.

"You know I don't make the rules, man," I stated as I picked up the gun.

"Please, please, don't do this!" He exclaimed and I hoped for my sake no one could her him.

"See you in hell," I said as I pulled the trigger.

I was expecting the loud ring that usually came but it never did.

My fucking dumb ass forgot I had the silencer on.

I rolled my eyes and stepped over Pablo.

"This shit is so fucking nasty," I muttered. Mark came out of nowhere and raised an eyebrow at the mess.

"Can you choke them next time? I'm getting real tired of wiping their damn brain off the walls," he said.

I rolled my eyes. "Suck my ass."

I hadn't realized how much of Sawyer's vocabulary I had taken in.

"Only if you want it, daddy," Mark winked jokingly and I cringed.

"Please, just stop," I said as I walked towards his room. Most of these fuckers hid their stuff under their pillows. 

I raised the pillow and the, as I had said, the letter was laying under it, next to some condoms. 

I shrugged and grasped the letter and the condoms. Hey, I needed to save money. 

•••

I couldn't sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, Pablo's face ran through my mind and I couldn't seem to get it out of my mind.

As fucking fruity as it may sound, when I did jobs like this, I would usually sleep with someone and I would just pass out.

But Nick was out to that stupid pool party and my parents weren't going to let my grown ass sleep with them. I would sometimes just arrange a late booty call but I really wasn't in the mood to fuck. 

Fuck it.

I got up from my bed and opened my window and looked through Sawyer's.

Her legs were tangled in the sheets and her left arm was comfortably settled on her face.

I was going to hate myself tomorrow for this.

I opened her window and climbed into it, trying to make as little noise as possible. She should really lock her damn window. 

I made my way towards her and settled myself in my favorite spot. 

Her tits. 

"What the fuck are you doing, you fucking piece of shit?" She said groggily, making an attempt to get me off her. Key word being attempt. 

"Please, just let me sleep with you," I pleaded as I buried my face in her breast. 

"Fuck off, Sam. What the fuck." 

I could tell she was angry now. 

"Please," I said again. 

I guess it was the way I said it that made her change her mind or I don't fucking know but I was damn glad about it. 

"Fine, but get your ugly ass face out of my tits." 

"Deal."  

Author's Note

I know this is a pretty short chapter but it's kind of a filler on Sam's life. It's not as funny as the others but oh well. 

Anyways, my boyfriend was like "Hey, why don't you put me in your stories?"

And I was like, "Suck a dick." 

Needless to say, I will somehow incorporate him somewhere along in this story. He may be the janitor, or the trashcan, or idk. I hope you guys know that I'm thinking this story up as I write. 

I honestly don't know what the fuck I'm doing. 

Anyways, leave me a fucking comment, I am very lonely.