Chapter 3 3

Christopher's POV:

Sitting on my leather recliner cleaning my Beretta 92FS with my silencer adapter sitting comfortably on my coffee table.

I slowly clean the gun making sure not to miss a spot.

Before taking anyone out I make sure to clean my weapon of choice well.

I would hate to have a slip-up happen...

It's never happened before but I don't plan to have it happen now or anytime after tonight.

Reassembling my weapon and attaching my silencer I stand up and put the gun on the coffee table.

Going over to my bedroom I take a quick shower while stepping out and going into my walk-in closet I put on my all-black suit with a matching tie slipping on my shoes and walking out

grabbing my sweet reliable Beretta from the table I put it in my waistband turned off all of the lights and headed for the door I grab the piece of paper where I wrote the address

Walking out of the door I make sure to lock it and head to my car.

Getting into my car and starting it I get on my phone and look up the address.

Driving down my street and getting on the highway I see that they live 20 minutes away from me, I sometimes wonder what the people did to deserve to be killed by my hand, It doesn't happen often because truthfully I don't care. It isn't my problem, I just get rid of it.

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Pulling into the parking lot and acting as if I've been here before I get out of my car and head straight for the door.

Realizing I'm going to need some type of code for the door, I pull out a device Luciano gifted me for what he calls my nightly "escapades"

The little calculator-looking thing is very reliable and I use it every time I'm low on cash, need a key, or passcode to get into a target house or office.

Easily plugging in the device and waiting after seconds, the keypad beeps and glows green

Unplugging my trusty calculator, I open the door and slip inside the building.

Walking up some stairs and through several hallways to get to my targets door, I come up to the last door to my left on the fourth floor.

The blue door with silver numbers reading 1104

I'm outside of my next target door and according to the schedule I had made of their daily movements earlier, they were home and looking at my watch to see the time; it was 2:30 AM so unless they were night owls, which I doubt because they go to work at 5:30 every morning; they should be out like a light by now.

Slipping my shoes off outside of the door and tightening my gloves over my hands, i dig into my pockets and fish out a skeleton key that was once my father's.

Taking a deep breath and turning the key I hear the door mechanism going off and clicking

giving me the green light to slowly open the door and slip inside.

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2 hours before

Alima's POV:

Getting up and off of my knees, I drag myself over to the mirror and look at the girl standing in front of it.

My left eye slightly twitches, and if you weren't looking close enough, you wouldn't even notice it.

But I do because I can feel it trembling, shaking as if anticipating the blow of darkness that could come at any moment.

I used to have a stupid fear of the dark. As a child, my mother and father would come to my room and read to me until I would fall asleep. Looking back at those moments devastates me because if I knew back then that I would lose my parents so early on, I would have appreciated it ten times over.

I would have talked to them when I was having a shitty day instead of locking myself in my room, drowning in self-pity or anger, whatever stupid challenge I had faced that day.

I can sit here for an eternity looking back on my life and listing off things I regret.

For one I regret taking my family for granted and not spending enough time with them.

You truly have no idea how much you'll miss someone until they are gone.

My family left me a fortune of money and my father's company that was supposed to be signed over to me, When I turn 21, I had a different idea in mind...

Washing my face and drying it with a coral-coloured towel, I step away from the mirror, turn off the light, and head to bed.

Lying here, anticipating hearing the front door creak open or a balcony door shatter, I lay here in my bed, shallow breathing and trembling hands.

I've lost the ability to tell if I'm scared or just numb to the thought of what I have done.

I just miss them so much.

Words simply cannot explain the pain I feel just at the thought of them.

I can't avoid the feeling of jealousy that they are together without me.

Quickly leaving those thoughts behind, I try to remember my mother's voice

I adore her sweet melodic voice so much.

Slowly I fade into darkness, sleep taking over.

Christopher's POV:

I step inside that dark apartment; to my left, there is a small kitchen

The only light coming into the apartment is from the balcony outside.

Slowly walking into the apartment I notice it's almost empty apart from a couch and a coffee table.

Slowly making my way to the bedroom, I peek my head inside easily, due to the fact that the door is wide open.

Looking inside, I analyze everything that could be an exit or a weapon I see 3 different doors, assuming it's a bathroom, closet, and another balcony, i make my way over to the bed prepared to eliminate them at any moment.

But to my surprise, the bed is empty, void of anything breathing. more specifically, my target was the girl I was supposed to get rid of her.

Quickly making my way toward the closet, not giving a fuck if I make any noise, seeing as the bitch could already know.

I'm here now and I'm not going anywhere till my mission is accomplished.

Slamming the closet door open, I shift the hangers hanging jackets all over, not finding a single living thing.

I moved towards the bathroom, and before getting to it, I pause, realizing there is a slight glow coming from under the bathroom door.

I've got her now. Pausing and rethinking my choices: go in and make it quick or I could feed my stupid curiosity and ask some questions regarding who and what she gets up to for someone to want to get rid of her.

Not being in any rush, I walk away from the door and make myself comfortable on a chair she has in the corner of the room.

Waiting for almost 30 minutes, I realize this is taking too much damn time and I shouldn't still be in this bitch's apartment

I should have already done the job and gone home to relax, but no, for some reason, i feel a pull towards knowing what the hell this girl got herself into, which isn't often, so naturally I have to feed my curiosity a bit once in a while, no?

Freezing in my seat and ceasing all movement and breathing, I hear the door slowly opening, and a girl in a white robe walks out.

She doesn't even glance in my direction or make any movements to show me that she knows I'm here.

She slowly walks over to her bed and plops down. She stirs for a moment but then stops moving, and her body visibly relaxing.

Stupid fucking ignorant girl, is she really this dumb? I mean, she didn't even bat an eye in my direction. Swiftly getting up making sure not to make a noise, I lean over her sleeping figure, staring at her.

Watching her breath even and completely relaxed, not even the slightest bit of awareness of an intruder's presence.

I silently turn on a lamp she has on her nightstand

With the soft light from the lamp, I see her face. Her gorgeous face. Her soft brown hair and tan skin, I can't help but want her to open her eyes so I can gaze into her baby blues that were listed on her file. She looks so peaceful in her sleep, almost stoic.

Coming out of my trance, I breathe and step back.

What the fuck is wrong with me?

I don't even know this girl; she should be dead right now. I should be killing her and out the door. Feeling frustrated and ready for the night to be over, I pull out my gun

Pointing it directly at her temple, I pull the trigger.

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Only to find out the safety is still on.

3rd person POV:

He stares at the gun for a moment, rethinking what the hell he is about to do.

Christopher Wallace was about to take out another person just like every other night for the past 9 years of his life, starting with his father.

He's never fucked up an execution, never thought twice, never taken this long, but here he is...

Standing here astonished by the fact that he had forgotten to take the safety off his gun.

What a stupid rookie mistake he's never done.

He is always cold and calculated, knowing everything, every possible detail to successfully end a life.

But today, right now, In this moment, to an outsider, it would seem that he was a stupid amateur who didn't know his weapons like the back of his hand.

No.

Right now he was taken aback by his stupidity and ignorance. How the fuck did he mess up this bad? Now to anyone else, it would seem like a small slip-up

It could be resolved easily by taking the safety off and ending it all together. For Christopher, though, this was not the case. He wanted to know why he slipped up, Why he was so damn mesmerised by this girl.

Why the HELL did he even hesitate to pull the trigger? His curiosity needed to be fed now more than ever. So he did what he deemed necessary.

He pointed the butt of his gun up and bashed it into the sleeping beauty's temple.

Successfully knocking out the problem for a few hours.

He then slid one arm under her knees and another supporting her back

Hoisting her limp body up, he had no problem carrying her feather-light body down to his car. Putting her in the passenger seat, he buckled the seatbelt. While doing so, he got a whiff of her strawberry-scented hair. Leaning back a bit to study her face once more he noticed how angelic she looked.

Her soft tan skin coaxed him to touch her.

So he did; he slowly caressed her cheek, not being able to feel her because of his leather gloves.

Taking off his glove, he was jolted out of his trance by a car speeding past him.

Christopher then took a deep breath and said a few colourful words under his breath in his native tongue.

Stepping away and closing the door, he got into the passenger seat started the car, and began his drive back to his home.