Bullets Don't Cheat

Gossip.

When i got home finally I poured a big glass of wine. That's caz it was all I had in this house.I drank everything else. I needed something heavier than this tho. Sometimes I really hate my job. Not the fact that i take so many men's lives everyday... I actually love that part. I hate the extra length I have to go to making these men feel comfortable enough until i have a opportunity based upon the clients request. If I had it my way I'd just stand on top of some roof top and shoot them with my sniper. Quick and clean.

Actually some of this stuff is too easy for me. Men are so foolish their willing to break and jeopardize their bond with a special individual over temporary lust. Killing those men just isn't challenging for me.

But I love watching the life drain out of them... It excites my soul. Makes me smile.. Its sick and twisted ik but I can't help it. Lots of times while men are throwing them selves for me I'm imagining slicing their throat feeling their blood run down my fore arm:staining my outfit. It brings me the deepest joy. But i am emotional.. Trust me. A deep locked away forced part of me longs for love but the flame inside me only wishes to destroy them completely and there's nothing I can do to change that.

But enough about that shit fuck it.

I took my shower and lounged on my couch. I had to go to work in the morning. More cients to attend too..more murders. I picked up my phone to call Jason when I remembered we're not speaking at all. Well fuck him then. I'd just go to sleep.

I woke up the next day for work and took care of hygiene matters and got dress. I drove to work.

"Good Morning Adara" Michele told me at the front desk."

"to you To Michele."

"You're weeknd was nice I hope?"

"ohh yess of course thank you. And you?"

She told me fine as i pressed the button for the elevator.

I took it up to my floor. I had 10 clients today. Nine of which wanted me to take some man's life.

I try to actually listen to their stories more and more now to try and process if Some of these men deserved to die...no more Neena bs in here. Women can be just as dirty as.men. Maybe next year I'd offer investigation services, a man wud have to meet certain criteria to die. Lol haha yeah right.. I didn't really gaf.

Honestly there really isn't a legit reason to kill someone but it works for me.

When I finished with all of them i took my money to Arrvon's Office to give him his cut. He was sitting at his desk Talking to Khayla. I knocked while opening the door and cleared my throat.

"Am I interrupting?" They turned to look at me.

"Actually Ye-" Arrvon started.

"No we were just finishing up Adara" Khayla said smirking at me.

She began walking towards the door and slightly bumped me with her shoulder.

"My bad" she said as i took a deep breath. That Bitch don't know who she fucking with.

"yes Adara" Arrvon asked calling me over to his desk. He was pulling out his chap stick.

"why do u still keep that dog around. Aren't you ready for a new pet?" I asked jokingly.

"well actually i was looking to have a new treat." He said popping his lip at me..I rolled my eyes.

"yeah any way here's yo cut. Were my last week's taking care by the vacuums?"

"yess.. We took care of those." He said taking his cut.

"good. Ig I'll be going n..."

"Adara wait. At one of you're spots at club Turn Up.. Did u leave behind a live interference?" I looked at him puzzled he knows I aim to kill.