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"She saw you, didn't she?" I keep my hands on my face, covering my eyes hoping she'll leave me be. Unfortunately for me, that's not the way of my sister.
"I take your silence as a yes. Your gonna have to take care of her. We can't have her slipping about it."
"Bra," I begin, raising my head and blinking my weary eyes. "I can't just get rid of her. She's a person too you know." She rolls her eyes at me.
"Trunks, your too philosophical about this thing. It's not that hard. Just load, point, and shoot. Bada bing, bada boom, no more bitch. I don't get it. Your always like this when it's time to get rid of your hoe."
"She's not my 'hoe'," I hiss at her, her attiude grinding my nerves.
"Right. I believe you. But let me tell you something, brother," she sneers. "If you don't do it, I will." I watched her leave and sighed, leaning forward in my chair to rest my head on my arms. Why couldn't stupid women keep to their own damn business?
This has to be the twelfth girl that I've had to get rid of because she'd found out someway or another what I do, and if not that she's at least seen it.
See, my jobs a tad different from other peoples. First of all, I get paid hundreds of more dollars than most people. That's because my job is hundreds of times more dangerous.
I don't know if it's become apparent to you or not just what it is exactly that I do, but if not here it is in black and white.
I'm a hitman. Not just some lazy bum who thinks he's particularly good with a gun, but the prince of it all. The heir to a legacy that's as old as the mafia itself. One of my ancestors was there in the beginning, and now here I am, living proof that legacys do succeed. The only problem is I haven't exactly been looking forward to the day it all becames mine.
No, I'm not some emotional wuss who doesn't want to kill. I don't have a problem with it to be honest. I just don't find pleasure in what I do, unlike my sister who often makes games of it. She says it's for the powertrip.
Life is something I've always respected and the idea that someone could just as easily take my life two is really hard to take. That's why I get to them first.
A knock on the door interrupts my thoughts and I look up, not so surprised to see my sometimes-partner peeking his head through the door.
"Hey Trunks, I hate to bother you but Margaret's here." I rub at my temples, a headache forming from the large amount of pissed off that is building in there. I know why she's here. Bra told her to come.
Bitch.
"Send her in." He gives me a sorrowful grin which I return with a small smile of my own. This is the part where any emotional thought is gone and I focus on the task ahead of me.
"Hi, darling," she greets, walking up to me in her 5'3" glory. Her brown hair is worn big enough to meet myself however at 5'11". How she walks I guess I'll never know.
"Hi. Listen, there's something I wanted to talk to you about-"
"I know," she begins, soft gold eyes looking into mine. "I know all about you and Trunks, I'm sorry but I can't stay with you. Just knowing what you do and that you make a profit off it terrifies me and I can't be in a relationship who's basis is fear." I look down at my shoes and give an ironic smile.
"I'm glad you feel that way because so do I. So, we both agree this relationship is over?" She nods and kisses her fingertips before pressing them to my lips. Stepping back she turns away. It's pure instinct that has me reach for my holster and it's my sadistic side that says her name.
"Margaret."
"Yes-" She begins to look back and before her eyes can make contact with mine, I fire.
All in days work I suppose.
Daniel steps in with a couple of other lackeys and picks up the body, each greeting me their own way before dragging the body off to be cleaned and packaged before disposal. I returned to my desk chair and sit back while putting my feet back on my desk. I was tired, I was hungry, and I had a flight in two hours to have a meeting with the parent that's had me thrown into this world. The worst of it all was that now I had to do it single. This might not sound that bad to any of you out there, but I don't particularly enjoy prostitutes. So, I'll have to find someone before I get there.
I'll have to find a replacement.
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