chapter 4

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I wake up in the morning to the annoying ring of my alarm. I turn it off then make my way down stairs for breakfast. I look around to see if my dad his here but he's no where to be seen,i guess he had to get to work early. There's a messy hand written note on the counter with a stack of cash

'Hey son here's your cut of cash from the hit last night, its about a grand your mother will be home tonight and I might be "

I throw out the note and grab the cash. I run up to my room and open my closet. I shuffle some clothes aroud and open my safe and shove the stack of cash in. I have every amount of money my dad has Given my since he 'hired' me as a hit man. My mom runs a powerful drug kingdom and my dad runs a hit man service. I didn't know what either of them did till I was twelve. Ever since I was 3 my mom and dad trained me , mixed martial arts, kick boxing, street fighting , target shooting with guns, and also some tricks of the trade. And when i was twelve my dad started to take me to 'work' at night. When I turned 15 I was out doing hits on my own. But when i met JJ (my goodie two shoes boyfriend) I learned there's a point in life, you don't always have to be violent,you can be kind and careing. So I'm saving money to run away to Canada with him and start a life there. I mean I have lots of cash and we can go to college together and have a family. The only problem is its hard to get out of this kinda business. I mean I'm a killer, I've killed, I've took an lives from others. Its not something you can just leave.

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