My Brothers Best friend (REWRITTING)

25|It would be a shame, to damage that beautiful face

It was supposed to be an easy job. We go in kill the old drunk Russian asshole, and then we get the fuck out. Nothing I haven't done a hundred times, maybe a thousand.

I parked the car at the end of the block. It was a quite neighborhood, especially at three in the morning.

"Nice spot." Razor commented.

"Not bad." I grunted "Which house does the old man live in?"

Razor nodded to the end of the block. "Last one on the left."

I killed the engine, "We got a plan?"

He shrugged. "Well break in the back, kill the guy, and then get back home."

If only it had happened that way

"Works for me."

I pushed open the car door and then checked the gun tucked into my jeans. I cocked back the slide and chambered a round and made sure the silencer was on tight. Razor was behind me checking his own weapon.

He nodded at me and then headed down the block. I followed behind him, keeping my head on a swivel.

Id done this one hundred times before. I Told my men who to kill, and they were rewarded for it.They never ask questions, they trusted me.

We stopped outside the rundown row home as I went around back, slipping past the building silent as a shadow. Keeping low and close to the building. I jumped the back fence and landed on my feet, light and easy. There was no light, which suited me just fine. For whatever reason I could see great in the dark, and had no trouble navigating around where other people were just blindly stumbling.

The backyard was full of trash, literal bags of garbage, and it stank to fucking hell. I couldn't believe a man lived with this, but apparently he did. I moved along the concrete back portch and stood next to the back door.

I checked the windows but couldn't see past the blinds. I listened for a moment before getting out my lock pick tools. I made quick work of that lock and gently turned the knob. The door fell open. Inside was a grundy kitchen, plates piled up in the sink, table covered in half full ashtray and newspaper. the smell outside followed me in as I slowly shut the door behind me.

I didn't hear a fucking peep. I stayed silent in the kitchen for a minute litstening, but there was nothing. I moved down to the hall toward the front door, unlocking the front door for razor.

"Well." He whisperd.

I shook my head. "You check upstairs, Ill check the living room." He nodded.

I could hear Razors foot steps from upstairs, he was already on the top of the floor. My shoes croaked along the hard wood floor as I walked to the living room.

It was pitch black in the living room, all I could make out was the figure of a couch and a tv. I reached for the light switch on the wall, Turing it on.

"It took you long enough."

My body froze hearing the voice I once knew. As she sat there, gun in hand and darkness in her eyes. My lips cracked just by saying her name, and my chest tightened. "Adrien."

12 hours earlier

It was gonna be an easy job.I've never done it before, but it was nothing I couldn't handle.

"You sure you're up for this?" Zane asked hesitant.

god .I was really starting to hate when people doubted me

"Ask me one more time, and Ill cut your tonge off." I hiss.

"How bad could she  be?" He shrugged opening up the cellar door.