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Umar Yasin 11kp

The life of a killer

America the country where dreams are made of. Yeah right, that’s only if you’re some stuck up rich folk. As for me I'm going straight to the top. I got my first hit here some fat man who is always drunk so it won’t be hard, his name is Frank.

The next day…

My first hit, just found out the time. 12:30pm, the company wants the kill to be swift and without a fuss. My ride has just arrived it’s a full black Lamborghini Murcielago windows tinted full black and the driver opened the door for me and said “It was time” in a very deep voice.

The drive took us 2 hours because of all of the traffic it was really frustrating once we had got there I told the driver to park up and stay in the car because I knew this wouldn’t take long, as he walked into the his apartment. The street is watery. The grass is soggy and soft. The strong rain assaulting down like machine guns. This did not disconcert me as I raise my handgun looking at the apartment again and I knocked on the door and as soon as he opened the door BANG!!! I pulled the trigger and all I was hearing was people screaming and screaming so I quickly got in the car and told the driver to drive as fast as he could, after he dropped me home as soon as step in to my house I got a call it was the boss I answered it and all of a sudden he was upset and angry that I didn’t kill him quickly and quietly so he goes he wont pay me and I told him you’re paying me or you will be next because no one screams at me like that and he started laughing and hung up.

The next day I couldn’t get know sleep I was so angry and so annoyed because he used me his little pet, I made a few calls and I found a guy who hated the boss as much as me and I found out that at 2.00pm he has lunch at one of his restaurants so as It hit 2.00pm there was 15 big bodyguards in front of the me so I pulled out my UHC 870 Shotgun from my long leather jacket sweat dripped from my head and my heart started to beat faster everything around me started to disappear all I could see was them I closed my eyes and pulled the trigger again and again before I knew it they where all dead then I looked through the window and saw him the guy everyone was scared of and I started laughing he was in his 80s so I went to the him and as I walked closer and closer I could see the fear in his eyes as I got to him he started to kiss my feet like he was some peasant and as I told him to get up I put my gun into his wet, sweaty wrinkled face and I said this is your fault you got on the wrong persons nerves and as he was begging and crying I felt sorry for him but then I realised scum like him deserve to die so I pulled the trigger and it felt so good the best thing that I had done and now I was taking over. I now had all the money a man could poses and I felt like a king and anyone who dared to fight me would end up dead.

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I’ve been the boss for only five days and now some ugly scum named Carlos says “he wants me to split half of the incomes with him” because he used to work with that dead and buried old boss, and I told him to get lost he wasn’t getting nothing from me so he told me that I will pay I started laughing at him I became boss for five days and all of a sudden some guy I don’t even no wants me to give him money, the guy barely spoke English ha-ha as he left my rage overflowing ...

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