It was a simple job, they had done it a million times before, get in the building, kill the dude, get out. So why can't he stop thinking about that sweet little receptionist they left at the crime scene? How it felt to pull her close and how terrified her eyes told him she was? There was nothing special about her, I mean yeah sure she was hot but so where a lot of other chicks.... Not sure if this story will continue after chapter 1 to be honest, I wrote it as an english assignment and thought it was good enough to publish. I would love to continue it but my life is very hectic right now because of a lot of things. Hope you like the story anyway! Feel free to comment!

This is a cops perspective on a drug deal. I wrote this for my english class and will most likely not continue it though there is a slight chance, anyway I hope you enjoy reading it.