The door slammed shut behind me; 3 guys with AK-47's stood staring at me. "Well done" Said the main man of the gang. He started clapping slowly. "You really did it." I stood at him shaking with fear. "Ahaha relax. I'm not gonna tell anyone. You've done me a favour." I took a deep breath. "So, where's my money?" I stood the looking at him. "Go and pick it up from this address. It's not far from here. Ask for Carl and say I've done it. He'll let you in and give you a briefcase, and your money will be in there." He smirked at me. This was all so dodgy. He passed me a slip of paper with the address on it. We shook hands, and I left to go and get my money. I hopped in the truck and took a sigh of relief and turned on the engine. I pulled off the driveway of the house and went to the address.
I pulled up to where the address led me. It was a strip club. I knocked on the door. "I'm here to talk to Carl." The person at the door said with a deep voice, "He's in the back." I stepped in and walked through. "Hello gentlemen." I said as I walked in the room. "Which one of you is Carl?" An old, chubby guy stood up and walked toward me. "I've done it" He looked at me, smiled, and then said "Follow me." I followed him up the stairs into an old dusty attic. I saw the briefcase. "All yours, thanks for the help." I picked up the briefcase when he left, and opened it. My money was there. I gave Carl a wink on my way out and headed out to my truck and drove home. The mission was accomplished.
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The Night Of The Murder
Mystery / ThrillerTHIS STORY IS NOT COMPLETE- Summer (you're reading from her POV) wants to prove to society that she's not like her abusive parents, and wants to make a life of her own. Everything's running perfectly until one night... read on for more info ;)
