Things to take care of... (Hope pov)
Thanks to Louis and Harry taking care of Faith and I, we are better.Those to were like mama birds watching us. Louis went as far as feeding me, he blew on the food so it wasn't to hot.
Anyway at the moment Faith and I were getting ready to leave the boy's mansion.
"Where so you two think your going?" Harry asked, Louis beside him.
"Home." Faith and I answered at the same time.
"Why?" Louis asked.
"We got things to take care of." I answered simply.
"Like what?" Harry asked.
"Just things." Faith answered.
"Hope I thoght we were over this. You have to learn to trust me. Just tell me. please?" Louis begged.
I walked over and pecked his lips. Then whispered; "Just things."
"Damn it Hope." He was getting irritated. "Just tell me."
I sighed. "We are just meeting Richardson. Okay?"
"Let me drive you." Louis offered.
"Nah it's alright." I declined.
Faith and I walked out. I called Jayjay. She is the girl that fixes our rides, also delivers.
"Aye Jayjay? Mind getting me my night blue Chevrolet?"
"No problem, boss be there in ten, Your boyfriend's house right?"
"Yup." I answered poping the 'p'.
In ten, as she said she was here and she brought her assistant to drive them back. My baby was in front of me. Faith and I climbed in and drove to the house were Sofia and Richardson should be.
"Richyy." Faith cooed.
"In the kitchen!" He yelled back. When we walked it it smelled devine. Sofia and Richardson had backed cookies. I grabed one from the plate were they were displayed. Richardson swated my hand and I droped it.
"No." He tisked.
"Ladies, today you will have a murder house." Richardson smirked.
That ment lots of life less, bloody bodys will be every were.
Faith and I ran into our room and packed our fun toys. Today is one of thoses days were I had to use a semi-automatic. I love those things. I love bigg guns!
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For some strange reason Faith and I 'had' to put on skimpy maid outfits on. I mean a killer made sure. Ironic, we are dressed as maides when we are the ones that are going to make the huge mess.
The guards were easy. While they were not facing us we went behind them and killed them. Faith was classy and slit there throats while I just broke there necks.
We got to the place. Lots of men were sitting talking among them selfs. One pulled me into them.
I only smiked I took the knife that was pressed against my thigh and jabed his eye, I took out my shotgun and splattered his brains on the fancy floor and walls.
Faith and I got back to back. She also had a big gun. I shot everything in sight. The more I shot the more I vibrated. I swiftly reloaded. As soon as there we no more movement, Faith and I looked for survivors. There were one or two but we killed them.
Soon we were driving home.
We got there, Richardson look frightened for a sec.
"What?" I asked.
"Clean your self up, both of yous." He smiled. "Im guessing mission complete?"
"Yep." Faith and I smirked.
Just then Louis and Harry walked in. Great....
"Omg. I thoght it was a meeting!" Louis yelled.
"Why the fuck are you guys bloody??!?!" Harry yelled. "And what's up with the cloth?" Louis added.
"Stop overreaching." I grumbled.
"Did you.... kill people?" Louis asked.
"Yup." I answered, poping the 'p'.
"Why?"
"Felt like it. It was fun. and there faces.... My favorite part... when they begged for there pathetic little lifes."
"Hope, stop. It was mission guys, no one innocent got hurt. I mean they did beg and it was fun.... but they are bad so its good." Faith smiled.
The boys were shocked.
"Well I'm going to shower." I said walking of.
I looked at Louis, he grabbed my arm and kissed me amd whispered;"Thanks for telling me. I love you."
I smiled. "Love you Louis."
Then walked away.
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БоевикHope and Faith. We are twins. We are different, I guess you can call us killers. We have been killing since age 10. We are 19 now.We killed our parents. There is love and betrayal. There are choices that have to be made. Hope and Faith: We are the...