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The Hitwoman

The Hitwoman

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Fri, Sep 30, 2022
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Action and Thriller
Callista Evermore is an assigned hitwoman. She's good at what she does. She doesn't exactly know who she works for. Who's at the very top of the food chain? She only knows his first name: Alastair. She's never seen his face, she has only talked to him, barely even three times, on the phone. She only knows her assignments, gets them done quickly and expertly, and gets paid tons of cash for them. Most of her assignments are against married men. She doesn't have a problem with it. It's more than likely just a personal vendetta against them from Alastair. Right?
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Heart

Her name was Gabriella Quintanilla. She was a senior in high school during this time. She had the looks, all the boys, the popularity, the clothes, and even the grades. And in no way was she ignorant of any of these things--quite the opposite. She knew that she was above average in most categories of life, and had no problem reminding people repeatedly of that fact. I'm not going to lie---I didn't like her. Not at all. To be completely honest, I threatened to kill her with my bare hands. And the scary thing is, I meant it. I wanted her to die. I imagined dark fantasies of the light fading from her eyes right before my own, her pleading for me to spare her life. And in my fantasies, I wouldn't listen and I didn't care. She had tortured me for five years and I was utterly and simply sick of it all. Sick of her. My animosity towards Gabriella was no secret among my peers. Not many people liked her, so it's not like I stood alone on the concept. However I was the only one who voiced a threat. THE threat. The threat that got me on a suspect list in some cop's notepad. They want to know if I killed her. If they knew the whole story, would they blame me if I did? ©Copyright Timara M. Lewis 2013

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