The Assassin's Assistant

The Assassin's Assistant

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Life is dangerous in the New York Underground, a parallel to the buisness world. If you're big in the underground, wealth will work its way to your buisness. If you fail there, your buisness will run into the ground. If you want to get anywhere, you call in help. You hire an assassin. And, if you just happen to hire a certain assassin named Brittany, you'll get us, too. I'm Lux, short for luxury, my addiction. I help get "missions" done. It used to be just Brittany and me, until he came along and screwed everything up. Jason is assistant #2, and the new kid. He's a college student who helps out with planning and technical work. He's not proud of it, but has to do it. And he makes sure that I feel like a monster for doing it willingly. With attacks coming from the enemy and each other, keeping your cool is anything but easy. Trust me.
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Marshall goes by Charlie most of the time. He's unlucky that trouble is naturally drawn to him. Gang leaders and superstars arent good company to keep, Marshall learns the hard way. He struggles to balance his hidden life with his father being a cop. Guns gangs and track seems to be the only things in Marshalls' life and he needs to sort his priorities out. Extract: "Put the equipment there Marshall" my mother said waving her manicured hand with a ciggerete in it over to a corner, not bothering to look at me. I sighed heaving the gear across the luxury apartment trying to avoid the kids running round screaming with party hats on. I got on my knees and started screwing the shoot gear together looking over at me mother, a blonde woman, dyed, frizzes and a berrie. She only wore the berrie on photography jobs to look more "in character" as she put it. She lied on her job qualifications. She hadn't got past the majority of high school and dropped out to move in with some high school sweet heart who conceived me before rushing off to start another family. That's what she said anyway. I couldn't belive a word she said. She'd lied and cheated to where she'd gotten today, and that wasn't very far. She bought all the equipment cheap because it was stolen before setting up a "buisness" taking portraits of rich people's events and then, preferably for her, sleeping with them. I sighed as she flirted with the man who's kids party it was. She was clinging onto the blokes rolex. Her "buisness" ended up with me doing the work and her directing as she called it.

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