"Smile.Listen.Agree. And do whatever the fuck you wanted to do anyway" - Robert Downey Jr.
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"WHERE IS MY SON!" Yelled Greg as he paced the oval office in front of me
His wife, Sarah and his son Dylan stood next to his desk. Sarah was supressing tears and Dylan had his arms folded over his chest in a defensive stance
Me? I was standing in front of them with my weapons taken from me and two guards holding me back.
I could take them out, but I wanted to be playing it safe considering Greg was about to pull out his hair.
"Mr president-" I sighed
"DON'T YOU 'MR PRESIDENT' ME!" He shouted pointing his finger at me as if I was a child
I sighed and shrugged of the guards arms
"Listen. I know where your son is, I know who has taken him. I just need about two days then I will have him back by the third day, if not... I am dead" I said crossing my arms over my chest
"YOU KNOW WHO TOOK HIM! WHY ISN'T HE ALREADY LOCKED UP!?" He shouted
I winced at his yelling
"IF YOU WOULD STOP YELLING PLEASE DAD SHE IS TRYING TO EXPLAIN!" Screamed Dylan giving me a nod as if to say 'I trust you'
"I will have him back, I promise you that. I am going to kill him, I am going to kill my fa-" I stopped myself before I let that information slip
"Your father?" Greg choked
"Sam" I spat "He will never be my father"
Silence engulfed the room after that
"Sweetheart... You don't have to kill your father" Spoke up Sarah
"He lost the chance to be my father a long time ago" I spoke tracing the scar to make the point
The silence was unsettling.
"If I am going to kill him, I will need help" I anounced
"You need help? From who?" Asked Greg sitting quickly in his chair, acting professional
"The only person who wants sam dead as much as I do. A Joe, And not just any Joe. THE Joe" I Smirked
"THE joe?" He exclaimed throwing his hands in the air dramatically "Your uncle"
"Yes, Max Hart. My mothers only brother" I smiled
Max is my Godfather and the strongest person I ever met. Not including Steven, he was the main father figure in my life.
"Fine, but you are taking thomas with you" He sighed
I smiled
"Wouldn't have gone without him" I chuckled
"Good, is there anything else you need?" He asked
Dylan and sarah were starring at me with wide eyes
"The location of Alex and Steven Clare and excess to the locker" I smirked
The locker, A big arse room filled with every gun under the planet plus amunition and knives.
Every assassins dream.
I have been lucky enough to actually see it and use the weapons inside, once.
But thats a long and complicated story that you will not want to hear about.
"Done. The information will be waiting for you in your old house" He smiled tighty and continued to look at the desk
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Information Kills
HumorWARNING: This book contains a lot of swearing and some sexual references Dakoda Johnson is an assassin, hired by the American president himself. One day President Jones calls her into his office, telling her that he wants to make her his sons bodyg...
