_Oliver_
Oliver is the name and I guess I am considered a piece of shit now. Something that no one cares about anymore. I looked at the picture of a girl in my wallet and smiled. It's the only thing that keeps me motivated in living. Finding her.
I just need to find her. That's all. Once I find her, I will be whole again and that will be the most amazing thing ever. I looked at the picture underneath the picture of the girl I must find. It was a picture of me when I was younger and you could see my crime buddy in the background.
I swear that those bastards better have stayed the hell away from her or I won't hesitate to chop them into little pieces and send them back to their gang. She is my priority. She is all that matters. She is all I need. She is the key of me surviving. She is the everything in my heart and mind. She is the world.
I folded my wallet back up and tucked in my pocket, stepping out of the shadows once I see my next client and my ticket out of South America. Of course after killing him, but the man is loaded.
"At mate." I said, my Britain accent thick. I was born in the U.K as my little sister before my parents moved us to America. "Oliver, what do you want from me?" He snarled at me. I pulled the pistol that was silver and gold, a gift from my sister for Christmas. My name was engraved in the handle of it. I shot him dead center in the head before I opened his work bag which was loaded with the moneys.
I grabbed the money and checked it to make sure it was real and that there were no trackers before I shoved it in my backpack. I then got up and started to walk down the alleyway. I guess I should be in America in no time so be prepared America. The King of Death is coming for the Seductress Queen, AKA my sister.
I do need to look for my queen, I need a Queen of Death, a queen to rule by my side in general and I need to get the gang started.
