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MARWA XAVIER NIXON.

3:45 AM.

"Target secured."

And with that I pulled the trigger, the middle-aged fuckwad I was supposed to eliminate in a pool of crimson coppery liquid trickling out of the shot wound directly out of his chest. No doubt my bullet pierced through his heart. The important people that were in the conference room with him fled everywhere, some screaming hysterically and the rest frozen in place.

The idiots thought that they'll be discreet about this and have a meeting at night to avoid suspicion, quite a laughingstock really.

Trying to be secretive about the horrible shit they concealed from the public eye.

I had always hated politicians and their shitty ways of thinking that they can get away with anything they do. But these fuckers really thought that running a sex and slave trafficking chain was fucking alright.

Their time will come just not now.

I commenced by gathering my sniper rifle in its place preparing to leave the scene before the police showed up. Releasing the breath I didn't know I was holding in.

"Target eliminated," I murmured, the voice changer making my voice sound more robotic than human as I paused for confirmation on the other line.

"Your payment is successfully transferred to your account, nice doing business with you," the gruff voice of my client replied, his tone clipped.

I hummed and cut off the line as I settled my gym bag over my shoulder ascending from the rooftop I was located on, to get a clear view of my target sighing when I hear the police sirens seemingly getting closer.

Took them long enough.

I fastened my pace to hurried descent, black sneakers on my feet, my dark grey joggers low on my hips and my black hoodie on and my AirPods in my ears, my high ponytail looking slightly disheveled as if I just came out of the gym. I mean that was the look I was going for.

I reached the bottom floor taking a left, the front desk of the 'Work it'-the gym that I often went to- and got a glimpse of Amira-the receptionist, with her blonde hair in a sleek ponytail, and light make-up on making her features stand out more.

Not liking a person without a reason was common and plausible to some people and trust me I was not one of them. But this hoe was truly testing my patience every time I came here.

And I was not known to be a patient woman.

Her annoying cheap acrylics clicked against the screen. Her attention was completely on her phone with headphones in her ears, a light blush crawling up her cheeks and a small smile on her overly thin lips.

Upon getting to see my tall frame standing at her desk. I groaned internally.

Amira turned around and gave me one of her megawatt smiles that I fucking hated and put her phone down to get one of her headphones out of her ears.

"Hey M, took you long enough, you haven't been here in a while. What have you been up to?" She smiled not caring about the dull look on my face.

My eyes narrowed to slits as I rolled them fighting back a snarl at the nosy bitch. "Work," I passed her my gym membership card, answering vaguely.

If she only knew what my job was

"Mhm, so mysterious," she giggled, making me groan in frustration.

Can't this bitch take a hint and shut her mouth?

The punching bag was so so going to receive all of the pent-up stress I was packing.

She handed me my pass back as I saw a police officer making his way towards the gym through the squicky clean glass doors. A faint limp traced in the way he walked looking as bored as ever. Malcom Reese was one of the most obnoxious pigs I had ever had the displeasure of meeting, there he was looking like was on the brink of passing out.

And I scowled to tighten the grip I had on my gym bag strolling slowly. Hoping to get a much-needed workout after this stressful night. Carefully walking into the semi-empty gym. I took a left to get into the changing rooms. Cracking my knuckles as I sat down taking my phone out of my back pocket to send my overly paranoid best friend a text.

Me: the job is done.

Me: see you tomorrow.

He answered almost immediately making me think that he was probably on his phone waiting for my call.

The man gets all Mama-Bear on me when I'm on a mission and I couldn't have it any other way. Enzo was like the brother I wished I had. Gosh, being an only child was shit...sometimes.

Enzo: be safe.

Enzo: love u.

He responded curtly making me lightly huff out a laugh.

Always the emotional one among the two of us.

I sent a thumbs-up back and turned on my airplane mode to peacefully listen to some music without any interruptions as l worked my tense form out.

Revenge by Lucas Joyner blasted through my AirPods hyping me up.

I unlocked my designated locker, putting my bag in it carefully so as not to damage my things. I locked it up and stridden out to the punching bags after warming up.

Warping my hands and putting my gloves on. I threw punch after punch, my hits getting stronger as I remembered the background check I did on the bastard I was assigned to kill.

The piece of shit used to sell human beings as if they're objects, men, women, kids of all ages as if they're nothing but the source of someone's amusement.

My jaw tightened with bloodlust and anger.

I low growled throwing a kick to the punching bag imagining his ugly face taking the hits. Punch after punch I feel my hands starting to hurt. My knuckles started to feel sore from the violent friction.

He had a family, a wife and kids but he had no problem selling out children and women for profit, personal gain and power in the underworld. I fucking hated how people were willing to do messed-up shit and turn a blind eye just for dirty fucking money.

Stopping abruptly when I noticed the ten or so people getting out of the gym when the officer from before boredly and quite funnily evacuated it for safety purposes.

Ha! Safety my ass.

I hid my smile at the irony of what they were trying to convince people of, when they didn't even know that the man they were fussing over was the real criminal. But I bet even the cops were involved in with the dead piece of overgrown shit's business. They had to lend a hand or at least have seen the number of abductions and kidnapping rates go up but do nothing about it.

They might've been paid to conceal and probably help with the process for all I fucking know.

To protect and serve they said.

Hypocrites.

Huffing to start taking the gloves off and un-warping my hands to inspect my slightly bruising knuckles. I sighed making a beeline to the lockers to get my bag and head home.

I grabbed my bag noticing that I'm the last person to leave. I made my way to the parking lot to my beautiful precious baby parked proudly in the middle of the half-empty lot.

My grey matte Kawasaki ninja 300.

I draped my bag on my shoulder carefully, revving my bike to life putting on my Helmet after taking my AirPods off. I puffed out a breath and off in the direction of my apartment knowing that I had a class in a few hours since it was almost 5 am. God, I hate college. With that thought, I sped off in the distance feeling the soft breeze slid up my form to send shivers up my skin.

I shook off the feeling that I was being watched with carelessness.

Reaching my destination, the roaring of my bike dimmed down as I stopped taking off my helmet.

Hurriedly but neatly parking my baby in its usual spot walking into the building throwing a wave to the nice doorman in greeting. I got in the empty elevator pressing the 3-floor button as I waited patiently a loud and obnoxious Ding pulled me from my thoughts.

My apartment at the end of the hall greeted me as I clasped my keys from my pocket unlocking the door with a soft click. I turned on my phone's flashlight and carefully stepped in not wanting to wake Enzo up since he might be sleeping and trust me the man would kill me if I ruined his beauty sleep.

"Night Enzo," I whispered treading to my room turning on the light after locking the door.

I sighed for the gazillionth time setting my gym bag down.

Organizing my rifle in my hidden arsenal. I locked the safe trekking to my vast walk-in closet with a soft yawn as I set the precautionary daggers, knives in their places locking everything in place.

And I undressed throwing my dirty clothes in the hamper and grabbing new ones to take a shower after the stressful night and the dreadful upcoming day ahead of me.

I turned on the hot water cascading down my body to lather myself in vanilla-scented body wash rinsing it off to wash my hair then applying my conditioner and moisturizer.

I finished my shower drying my shoulder-length brown hair with soft natural blond highlights and dried my body with soft pats.

Wearing my clothes on I flopped down on my bed getting under the covers to have a much-needed rest.

And preparing myself for my first day of senior year. Noting that being a business major is fucking stressful but at least I liked what I was majoring in unlike some.

But I still hated college.

With that as my last thought, I drifted off to sleep hoping that I'd go through this year without attracting too much attention to myself.

But my gut tells me that it was gonna be an eventful year. But,

I really hoped the fuck not