ANGEL
He infuriated me ever since our first encounter.
I admired his looks and patience he had while holding me hostage. But as the months followed up, our hate towards one another bloomed.
So much, that the ashes inside of me bloomed as well.
LUK...
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Some may think living the same cycle every day will eventually get boring. That being alone with no one to talk with, or share a drink, may get boring.
Not for me.
I don't like people, they're selfish, egocentric, hypocrites, and make themselves the victim most of the occasions.
Ones consider killing mercilessly bad, I consider people's mindset and way of acting bad. Points of view in life, I guess it's safe to say.
I prefer rudely killing and torturing people who have fulfilled bigger crimes, than being a bitch with others.
That's why loneliness isn't a part of my vocabulary. I prefer to say that I'm good with my own company, I trust myself, I know I'll keep humble to myself at the end of the day, and besides I have money, loads of it, if I want to get mad at least it won't be on a average car but yes on a fucking boat.
Again, different points of life.
I'm not materialist, I just know how bad people can hurt you. So yes, I prefer money to any type of connection with them. Judge me if you want, but I also know if I saw a homeless in need of food I would gladly give.
And that's the massive difference.
All of this to conclude that I'm once more following my target around. Just letting him enjoy his last minutes of life.
Today I woke up and decided that I wanted to travel so I had to get this over with.
And that's what having money can possibilize you to do.
He's going back to his house after a night shift at the factory, and the way he's with attention to every little sound and surrounds doesn't go by unnoticed. He knows he's being targeted he just doesn't know it's closer than he thinks.
The night and darkness engulfs us both, this time no stars above. Guess, it matches the mood.
The wind brushing through my tan skin, makes me flutter my eyes close enjoying the chilly and relaxing sensation.
Only if life could be this simple.
I've searched his house and the surroundings, luckily this man doesn't like socializing either, we have that in commun since my own house too is surrounded by trees, away from the civilization.
Reaching the street with barely no lights on, I pull out my gun with the silencer already on.
When I take the security of it out, my walking stop as something cold touches my neck, piercing my skin.
A knife.
"Hello sweetheart."
The deep yet smooth voice trails on my ear making my blood boil. I'll fucking kill him.
"Moretti. What do I owe the pleasure?" I breath out, calculating if I shoot from here it would hit the target right on the head.
He's getting far away with each second, matching my patience.
