Three women who have been traumatically ruined by a man,each having their own back story that led them to this point, hired by women who are fed up with their man's Cheating ways. Women who have exhausted all options. Women who want them dead. When...
I always say I would never wish on another woman what I've gone through, and if I could somehow help with that I would be all in. No i'm not some superhero with powers or anything like that. I'm a hit woman plain and simple. I'm hired by women who are so deep into abusive relationships that this is their only option. People look at me and would never guess in a million years what I do and if someone would have told me 2 years ago that I would be doing this I would tell them they were crazy. two years ago I was happy and in love and expecting my first child with my husband. I was 6 months pregnant when he came home in a drunken rage...again. After he lost his job he would go out and get drunk then come home and take it out on me. He changed for the worst, I guess not being able to provide does something to a man but a having your unborn child ripped away from you does something to a woman and that's what happened to me. He came home one night when I confronted him about being unfaithful and he beat me and choked me until I lost conscious and just left me there..left us there me and his unborn daughter to die. I woke up in the hospital..my once round belly now flat. They had to cut her out of me while I was in a medically induced coma. when I woke up they asked me if I wanted to see her. I declined because I knew seeing the life that was growing and thriving inside me cold and blue would have made me kill myself and I couldn't do that not when there was someone out there who deserved to be killed. When I was strong enough, the police came in and asked me who did this to me. I could have snitched but I didn't say shit. I wanted to be the one to take care of his ass and...I did. I found out where that nigga was layin his fucken head. Some hotel in Vegas, the look in his eyes told me he knew he was dead man as soon as I walked in his room. Maybe it was something in my eyes but I pushed that nigga over the balcony and made that shit look like a suicide. I played the grieving wife role to a T but that was because I was grieving. Just not for his sorry ass. As im getting ready for my next assignment from a woman who is in a similar situation, I cant wait to kill this man before another baby is lost.
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