KILLER IN THE MIRROR- Cody Carson X Reader

The Meeting

Cody's PoV
I stepped into the alley and waited. Another day, another target. Another heavy weight on my chest. But at least it was worth it. Don't get me wrong, i hate this job. What we do is..disgusting but i'll have to put up with it. It's the only way to keep everything running smoothly.

"Cody?"

"Thought we agreed on last names only?" I looked up at him with a bland face. Him returning a dirty look.

"Apologies. Mr.Carson, i should hope that you are ready to be assigned your newest target?"

Man I hated his voice. It was so..posh and annoying.

"As always sir." He looked around cautiously and handed me a file. I looked at him confused.

"Now. Don't go and get yourself caught, wouldn't want to be..you know." He gave me and evil look and ran a finger along his throat. Oh how i wish i could tear him to shreds.

I looked at the file and back up. He was gone. What was it this time? Drug Trafficking? Weapon trafficking? Human trafficking? Murder? I opened the file case and read it through before closing it and making my way to town. I hate this job. And the only thing good about it..the money. The little of it that I earn, but i guess that's the fun thing of being in debt to such an intimidating business man. You say no and you're a goner.

Time Skip//Cody's pov
i entered my apartment, file in one hand and coffee in the other. It smelled damp, and was quiet.

"Shay..?" i quietly whispered. but then it hit me. the argument. she left.

"Mateo..?" there was nothing. no barking, not even the funny little noises he makes. they're gone.

"they're really gone." i placed the coffee down on the table and sit down, twirling the file in my hand. maybe it was best that she left. yeah. it was. but it's nice to come home everyday and imagine her still being there, her and Mateo. it was for the best. shay knew too much. so i ended it. i sigh, looking at the silver watch on my wrist: 11:23am.

"maybe i should figure out some more about the target, " i whisper aloud to myself. i grab my coat, my keys, my phone and slam the door shut behind me.