My skin is soft, my heart is stone. I'm always serious. My gun does the work for me. My name is unknown to many. But my works are known to the world. Welcome, to my hell that I love and abuse.
As I flip my hair from one side to the other, a take a long inhale of the weed I have plenty of. The only thing that makes me forget is getting drunk or high. And I do that often. As I rest the vodka glass against my forehead, I think about all the substances I've been abusing. I'm sitting in my chair next to my bed when suddenly my Iphone X rings, I have all the money I would ever need. I look up at the phone on the table in front of me and see that my favorite side man Blake is calling. I lean over and pick it up. "Hello?" I say. "Hey, we have a new member, his name is Mason, and wanted to join to be your hit man. I'll send him up. " He says in a slight hurry. I sigh and say " alright." And hang up. I look at the picture he sent me of what the guy looks like.
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He is pretty sexy, I will admit. But he looks incredibly suspicious because you never know, he could be working for the other side. I throw my cigar and set the vodka down. I hear footsteps approaching and I get my gun out, pointed directly at whoever walks in. Mason walks in and immediately stops in his tracks. "Woah! Easy there.." He looks shocked but doesn't reach for his gun. "Give me your gun" I demand. He normally reaches it and slides it at my feet. My gun follows him as he walks closer and I stand up. His cologne is a strong scent that I can't help but love and smell. "Can you lower that thing?" He say to me pretty freaked out. I snap back to real life and lower my gun. He looks at me up and down, and can't help but stare into my eyes. He's wearing tight black clothes and the same glasses from the photo. I walk over to him, and push him into the chair. He smirks and takes off his glasses. I sit in my chair and stare right at him. "Why do you think you can be my best Hitman?" I question. "if you let me get my gun I could show you." I kick the gun over to him and he gets up and walks over to the window. I get up and stand right behind him. He aims at a dumb man who is trying to sneak in my building, and without even aiming, he hits the guy with a headshot. "Impressive, but not enough." I say. He turns around to face me and I get really close to him. Our noses are basically touching and I pull out my gun and put it against the side of his head. No flinch from him. I bring the gun down and shoot him in the leg. He hissed in pain and keeps saying "Fuck! God damnit bitch!" And I stare at him struggling to stay standing up. He keeps eye contact with me and seems like it doesn't hurt. I smirk and wrap my arms around his neck at whisper in his ear "Youre a fucking pussy." He looks at me angrily and pushes me against the wall. His hand is on my neck, and he lifts me above the floor. Im not scared and he whispers in my ear "You little Bitch," the gunshot didn't hurt him which I was impressed with now. "I think I passed right?" And he gives me a gentle kiss, a slow and steady one. I feel the mint in his breath and kick him right in his Dick. He winces and hits back on the couch. I toss an unopened bottle of whiskey at him, and give him his room key and signal him to leave. I was wet right now, but didn't show it. Believe it or not I was still a virgin. On his way out he slaps my ass and winks while running fast enough that I didn't have time to beat the shit out of him. He's different. I like it. I love it.
