She came to Freeridge to kill him, not to fall in love with him. She couldn't risk caring about anybody again, not after her parents were murdered in front of her. She hadn't felt like this for seven years, so what was different about him?
"We good?" he asked. "Yeah" I answered. "You'll get the money once you've done it," he told me and I walked out of the room.
I had four loaded guns on me and three knives but they were all hidden. I wore a white off-shoulder top with blue denim shorts. I had to make him want me if I wanted to get the job done.
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TWO HOURS LATER
We pulled up to the party in a black jeep. It was me, Taylor, Sara and Shannae. "Girls, you ready?" I asked as we got ready to get out of the car. They nodded. "These Santos aint gonna be easy to take out but once we do, we'll be bathing in money bitches!"
We weren't from Freeridge, so nobody would know us, or how dangerous we were.
We walked in and almost everybody turned around to look at us. The girls stared in envy and the guys were all practically drooling, but we were used to it and had to finish what we came for: we had to fit in with the crowd.
I looked for my target, Oscar Diaz, whilst the girls looked for theirs.
Eventually, i spotted him. He was in the middle of a group of whores grinding on him. He was fine, too bad he wouldn't be leaving this party alive. I waited until finally, he went to get a re-fill.
I walked towards him and he spoke, "You a fine ass hyna. You're not from around here, are you?" he wasn't drunk so that was a problem. "No, i moved to Freeridge a couple of days ago," I looked at him through my eyelashes and took a step closer.
I saw Shannae taking her target into the room at the back and I couldn't see Sara or Taylor so they must have as well.
I was the last one.
"You wanna get out of here papi?" I asked, trying to sound as innocent as i could. He smirked as I held his hands and took him to the back.
We got to the room and I closed the door with my foot. It was going as planned. There were three other guys there: Cesar Diaz, Sad Eyes and Antonio Romariz, all on their knees with guns aimed at their heads.
"What the fuck-" Oscar said, realising them, about to pull out his gun, but I was faster. I kicked the back of his leg, causing him to fall onto his knees. I chucked his gun across the room and aimed mine at his head.
"You took your time," a voice behind me spoke.
"Latrelle." Cesar growled. Latrelle just laughed.
"Too much of a pussy to try and take us out yourself so you got a bunch of chicks to do it for you?" snarled another voice, probably Antonio. "Shut your mouth puto" Sara replied before hitting the back of her gun on his shoulder. Something cracked and he yelled in pain.
We had been here long enough.
"Where's the money Latrelle" I stepped forward, still aiming the gun at Oscars head. "Chill" he chuckled. "That's not how a deal works" I snarled. He laughed again before pulling out a gun and aiming it at Cesars head.
Who did this bitch think he was?
I hit the gun out of his hand. "Then the deals over" I shot his leg before signalling for the girls to follow me out. I stepped over Latrelle's unconscious body, leaving Oscar and the rest of the Santos watch us leave.
