the murder

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[A/N WARNING MILD VIOLENCE]"Maliki Jacobs,he's a docter." We were sitting and disscussing how to kill Maliki Jacobs. Why? Hell because we were payed to. Sometimes we'll kill for others. "Every night around nine he walks his dog. Its always the same route, up a block,turn left,up another block,turn left,and back home." The only problem was, I still didn't want anything to do with it! "Here's the plan,once he gets up to the second block we snatch him! Then my boy Nathen -" I tuned him out right there,not wanting to hear my directions for like thd fith time. Suddenly everyone started to get up and I knew the "pep-talk" was over.

I went to my room and grabed my ipod and a baseball bat.As my dad likes to say "It's show time!" Only i wasn't too happy with what we were showing but i have no choice! I poped in my ear-buds and pressed play making sure it was turned up all the way.I let the lyrics to "Wild Boy" by Machine Gun Kelly blast in my ears because thats exactly how i felt.A wild boy who lived on the east side of Cleavlend and we have baseball bats like the Indians!I let the music take over me and get me pumped!

I got in my car (Bugatti Veyron).I guess you could say we were rich.If someone wants another dead they come to us.Some even pay over a millon dollars for the murder!So yah,I got the car of my choice.It was bettween the Porche Boxter RS 60 and the Bugatti Veyron.

I sped off into the street to set up.I waited for my signal and when I got it I put my Ipod down and got out of the car.'Here we go!' I thought to myself.

I waited for Maliki to come around the corner and we jumped him.I took my metal baseball bat and made contact with his head.He was out cold.I swung and swung then felt for a pulse.Not getting one I was satisfied and hoped in my car and sped off.

Even though I want out i still have to go with the plan as long as I want to live.When I got home I went straight to my room like always.Locking it so noone can get in.I went to sleep and tried to forget everything.

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