The Game

"Who said I was afraid to die? Mufuckas die everyday." She frowned.
"Reaper shut the fuck up, you talking mad stupid right now!" He shook his head and chuckled.
"You don't get it do you?"
"Get what?"
"The game."
It was a life or death task, and the question that kept them going was.... Was it really worth the risk? Ionna Hendrix, and silly ass Zaylin Edgewood had completely lost there minds. Or have they? They had to complete the task of the impossible, which was assassinating the president.
Lady Savage.
Not your typical 'Hood chick' or 'Trap queen', just a lady in the making, or should a say a lady making hell?
Reaper.
A ruthless savage standing at 6'4 weighing 232 pounds of pure muscle. Born in a world of hate, but raised in hell & helps make it.
"I'm scared zaylin." Ionna announced for the first time. He was shocked to say the least.
"I am too." He admitted.
"Of what?"
"Loosing you."
The plan could simply be successful, Or unsuccesful. Only time would tell.