I woke up feeling restless.

Last night didn't go as I expected, everything happened fast. Still, I made it out in one piece, and my last target was gone. There was no guilt, just quiet relief. It was finally over.

I got off the bed and made my way to the closet. My apartment wasn't big, but it was enough since it was just me. A small fully furnished bedroom with a mini walk in closet, a bathroom and also a functional kitchen.

I picked out a pair of black shorts and a grey hoodie. I didn't have any plans today or any work to be done. As a matter of fact, I haven't been called in for a job for over a month now. I only killed one person last month, and that was William.

It didn't matter if no jobs were available for me, I was more than financially stable. Most of the money from my work goes to my savings. It was for rainy days, or more likely storms. If I wanted to leave the city, money would not be a problem.

I thought about leaving when I got home last night. The blood tie was finally cut between me and big boss. I was free and no longer indebted to him. Last night, I found myself throwing a few pieces of clothes in a suitcase. But I stopped. I had no idea why I stopped but I did.

What was I really running from? Or to? I had no living family that I know of. My mom may still be alive but she was dead to me. If I do leave the city, where would I go? Would I give up the assassin life and start fresh? Would I have to go to college and earn a degree? Would I have to work daily like everyone else?

So many thoughts and questions clouded my mind. The truth was, I had nothing here in the city. But I also had nothing on the other side. Maybe this was the only place for me. Atleast, I'm known for my work and skills. I was the right person to get any job done.

But outside all of that, I was nobody.

I didn't have any friends or love interests. I've never dated or made out with anyone. I was just 21 years old, but it felt like I was missing out on alot.

The type of work I did, I couldn't drag an innocent in it. Also, they wouldn't think twice about leaving me once I tell them everything. The only way to start a dating life is to leave my current life behind. But I had no idea how to do that.

Maybe that wasn't even possible.

I stripped off all my clothes before hopping into the shower. The water was cool and inviting as it ran down my skin. It lingered...just like how the 'boss's' eyes were on me. His image popped up in my mind, showing me his perfect face.

I don't think I'll ever cross paths with him again. It didn't matter anyways, he was no one to me. He wasn't important. He was just another gangster, one that was stupidly handsome which I can't deny.

About ten minutes later, I exit the shower. I wrapped a towel around my body and walked out. I was hungry and a bit sleepy. I could feel the burn in my eyes. I pulled on my clothes and fixed my hair.

Suddenly, there was an audible knock on my door.

I went on alert mode and reached for my gun. I wasn't expecting anyone- I don't do visitors. The only person who knows where I live is big boss, but he didn't have a reason to show up here.

I made my way through the apartment and to the front door. I hid the gun behind me and turned the handle.

It was the last person I expected to see.

"Skai, can we have a word?" the big boss said, eyes fixed on me.

I glanced over his shoulder- his black Toyota Camry was parked on the street, windows wound shut.

I nodded slowly before stepping aside. He entered and I locked the door. The big boss towered over me, to some it would intimidate them, but not me. He was dressed in a red polo and a pair of black jeans.

We made our way to the kitchen. I tucked the gun in my shorts and crossed my arms. I was anxious about what he wanted to talk about. It had to be very important.

"Can I offer you anything?" I asked as he sat down.

He looked at me. "As long as it's alcohol."

I went to the fridge and opened it. I took out a beer and handed it to him.

"I thought you didn't drink,"he said as he took it from me.

"I don't. I have no idea why I bought it in the first place,"I answered before biting my lip.

He ripped the cap off with his teeth before taking a sip. He pulled the bottle away before looking at me.

"I've been wanting to ask, would you like to work for me?"

My movements stilled.

I don't do bosses, I work independently. I didn't have to report to anyone or play by their rules. I made my own, and broke a few along the way.

His eyes never left mine as he waited for my answer.

"I appreciate the offer, but I can't accept."

I couldn't read his expressions. The big boss didn't like 'no' for an answer but you can't always get what you want in life. Working for someone meant that I'd be tied to them for life. The gangster life wasn't one that you leave whenever you want. It was a ride or die decision.

"Why not? You will be paid as much as my other workers. And you have skills, really good skills that would help me out alot."

I sighed, my back resting against the wall. It didn't feel like he was giving up, and I wasn't going to give in.

He finished off the beer before placing the bottle on the table. "You can do your own work independently, I know that's what you like. Come on Skai, this is a good opportunity. You would be a great asset to my operation."

I grit my teeth quite harshly. "I don't want to be tied to you. My mission was completed last night, I'm no longer indebted to you. And besides, I don't plan to do this work forever. I may make a life for myself one day."

He threw his head back, a throaty laugh escaping his lips. I averted my eyes and instead, stared at the abstract paintings on the wall.

"You really think this is the kind of work you just walk away from? Once you're in, the only way out is death. What are you planning to do, Skai? Go on dates, take long walks on the beach, and then hear wedding bells? Start a small happy family and ride off into the sunset? There's no love in this world. Not even family can be trusted."

He was doing way too much now. My trigger finger was itching but I stayed still. The last thing I want is an group of gangsters after me for killing their boss.

"It doesn't matter what plans I have for my life, what matters is that I won't be working for you,"I told him blandly.

He was getting on my nerves and I wanted him out of my house and out of my life.

He smirked, not a simple one, but the kind that carried something dark behind it.

"Fine, but don't come running to me when you're in deep shit."

With those last words, he got up and walked out.

I followed him, and once he stepped through the door, I locked it behind him.

He wasn't expecting me to say no. He knew I wasn't desperate to be anyone's lapdog. I have no idea of his future intentions. Would he come after me? Or send someone to try and take me out? I did no wrong to him, he just didn't take my choice too lightly.

I was about to head back to my room when there was another knock on the door. This time, I was sure it wasn't him.

I reached for my gun once more. I looked at the door, trying to decide whether to open it or not. Panic seeped in when the handle started rattling.

Someone was trying to break in-in broad daylight!?

I pointed the gun towards the door and waited. No one has ever tried to break in before. Who could it be and what did they want with me?

Suddenly, the sharp crash of shattering glass snapped through the air. I froze. Before I could even turn, the door slammed open with a violent kick.

Two men stormed in, dressed from head to toe in black, faces hidden behind masks.

Before I could pull the trigger, A sharp sting flared at the side of my neck. My fingers started to tremble, the strength draining from them fast.

My vision blurred. Everything around me twisted, like the room was tilting on its side.

I immediately blacked out.

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