Carlos Garcia worked for Princess Death Row for four years, and he loved to kill. He didn’t know that he was going to be killed himself. He didn’t follow his boss’s orders, which meant trouble for him. Carlos had been given orders to abduct a woman’s child but was told not to kill or injure the child’s mother. Carlos and his partner were told not to injure a young woman named Amy Cho. He didn’t know that he was in trouble for shooting into Amy’s car. He didn’t know that Princess Death Row wanted him dead for not obeying her demands. Carlos was oblivious to the trouble he was in. At the moment, he was in complete euphoria.
He had a good time with a female coworker who was also his girlfriend. The Death Row Infantry-man knew it would jeopardize his job to have sex with his lady friend while in the back of a company vehicle, but Carlos didn’t care. He pumped and humped between his girlfriend’s legs while listening to the voice of rap star Pitbull, whose v
“Oh, I’m so sorry, darling. I dislocated your wrist by accident,” Paul laughed after seizing hold of Amy’s hand and disjointing her wrist. The hitman found it funny while listening to Amy scream out in pain. She struggled to free her wrist from Paul’s grasp. “I’m so sorry, here let me fix your wrist.” Paul took Amy’s wrist and snapped it. After readjusting her wrist joint, the hitman raised his foot and kicked Amy in her chest, knocking her body into the front fender of a parked car. Amy’s eyes watered from the pain. She released a gasping moan as she struggled to get up from the ground. Amy stood up to see Paul making his way toward her. She swung her fist at Paul, but the hitman caught her by the arm. He struck Amy across her face with the back of his hand before twisting her arm behind her back and dislocating her shoulder. A blood-curdling scream echoed throughout the underground parking garage. Amy tried to fight back, but she couldn’t.
Carlos grunted while sitting up a little. “I don’t hear anything,” the soldier mumbled. Amber kept wondering if she was losing her mind. She pinned her shoulder-length, wavy golden-brown hair back behind her ears while still trying to listen for something. After a minute passed, Amber laid her head back down on Carlos’ chest, hoping that the noise she heard was the sound of the manufactured wind. Amber and Carlos were living inside a constructed earth-like bio-dome inside a starship. The manufactured wind gave the bio-dome a realistic Earth feel, along with an artificially created sky and trees. “Maybe it’s the wind you’re hearing,” Carlos said to Amber while putting out his cigarette. The former gang banger kissed his girlfriend on her forehead while thinking about when he and Amber could have sex again without getting caught. “Hey, babe, what do you think about us getting married?” Amber knew she was taking a chance by asking her boyf
“I didn’t want this to happen!” Christina began crying while holding Amy’s hand. “My name is Christina Bassinger, and I used to be a mother and a wife like you. I was happy until Paul took over! He took my husband and my daughter from me! When he first entered my body, I thought it was demon possession. Each time he would enter my body, his presence would become stronger to a point that I couldn’t control him.” Christina spoke past her tears while clutching Amy’s hand between her palms. Christina wanted to maintain her control over Paul’s body, but she knew the hitman would eventually take back the wheel. Amy didn’t know what to say. She stood motionless while caressing Christina’s hand. It felt like she was interacting with the spirit of a dead woman who had possessed a man’s body. If Amy could step outside of herself, she would see herself holding the hand of a muscular hitman in a suit. Amy felt like something had possessed her. She tried to interact with Christin
It was hard for Bryan not to look at Irena’s busty cleavage, which complimented the strapless feature on her glittery black dress. Even with the bottom part of her face covered by a mask, Bryan knew Irena was a beautiful woman, but her bald head gave her a lethal sultriness. Bryan was still struggling not to look at Irena, because even though he wasn’t looking at her breasts, he stared at her gorgeous legs and hips that showed beneath her sexy, tight-fitting dress. “You don’t want to talk to me?” Irena said while trying to walk up on Bryan. The crime boss reached up to touch Bryan’s hand, but Bryan wasn’t having it. “I know you remember me, and I know you’re mad at me after what I did to you that night,” Irena whispered to Bryan, invading his space. Irena thought it was cute how Bryan would back away from her every time she would take a step toward him. She thought it was even cuter when Bryan opened his mouth to give her a piece of his mind.
Ricky’s cracking voice sounded borderline masculine as he called out to his friend with urgency, banging his fist on the back door of the truck. Ricky was sixteen years old, and he was the youngest Death Row Infantry-man who worked for the Death Row Corp. Carlos opened the armored truck’s automatic rear door to reveal a slender, pale-skinned Asian kid with a white mohawk and a black eye patch over his left eye. Ricky was an energetic young man, and he looked a little androgynous, which was why he struggled to grow a mustache beneath his developing nose. “Hey Ricky, what’s the matter, sweet pea?” Amber said, giving Ricky an affectionate smile. Amber always liked Ricky and sometimes she would imagine Ricky as being her son, even though she wasn’t quite old enough to be his mother. “I was walking past the safe room on the North Wing and I overheard them talking about a State of Execution Demand on Carlos,” Ricky told Amber, trying to catch his breath. The young
President Yolanda Chang was in her second term as commander and chief. Her presidency was a milestone because she was the first Chinese-American woman and president of the nation. President Chang was a very attractive, middle-aged woman. She was fifty-eight years old, but yet she didn’t have a hint of gray in her hair, and she had no trace of a wrinkle on her face. The American people loved President Chang, and the young crowd adored her because she didn’t act like your typical boring commander and chief. She was the first President to perform at a festival. EDM stands for Electronic Dance Music, and the president had a career as a deejay who specialized in mixing hot music when she was younger. President Chang made a crowd of young people go wild one night when she appeared at a Coachella festival and became the opening deejay. She mixed one hot track after another for the crowd on an electronic turntable, with her security detail surrounding her.
“You wanna piece of me! Come get some, motherf*ckers!” Carlos roared at the soldiers while shooting back at them with deadly precision. While shooting at the armed men who were hiding behind a white sedan, Carlos relived his drive-by days. He unloaded his semi-automatic 3D printed Glock 352 at the Death Row Infantry-men, and somehow he shot one soldier in the arm and another soldier in the head. Carlos felt more enraged when he heard his girlfriend screaming and crying over Ricky, who was fighting to breathe in Amber’s arms. “He’s dying in my arms!” Amber shouted through her tears while looking down at Ricky, who was gulping for air. The child’s warm blood drenched Amber’s hands and her lap. Ricky saw his life flash in front of him. He was fighting to breathe so hard that he could feel his chest bone cracking. The teen wanted to cry. Every breath made Ricky feel like he was trying to breathe with a thousand-pound weight on his chest. “P-please h-help,
President Chang became hopeful and excited. “It sounds like they have Star Wars weapons? That sounds crazy.” The president couldn’t believe what she heard coming out of the mouth of her secret serviceman. “Yeah, they got real groundbreaking weaponry that could save our country and save the entire world from being destroyed.” Agent Malone smiled for the first time while reaching into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulling out his phone when he felt it vibrate. “You know this doesn’t seem real,” President Chang blurted through her sassy voice. “I woke up this morning thinking I was going to enjoy watching my son play at his NCAA basketball tournament, and then I look up at the stadium ceiling to see these men dropping on ropes with f*cking guns in their hands.” Kevin shook his head while listening to his mom. “Yeah, you’re right. This doesn’t seem real. I felt like I was in a movie or something.” Kevin chuckled a little when his mom giggled. “