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Short Story - Bride
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"Hosh~" a puff of white smoke just came out from the direction of Lohan's cleft lip. The man looked up, a lot has happened in his life. Since the death of the mother in the hands of the beloved son; who else if not William—Lohan so a little uninspired. He even decided to go out, not that he did not want to be guided by his half-brother, just that Lohan's motivation to enter the 12-star organization was because of the middle-aged man.
Lohan, the youngest naughty—she owes a loaf of bread to William's father. This makes Lohan always want to devote himself to the figure of the man. But now it's another story, Lohan herself does not hold a grudge against William; she just slightly wants to get away and do all the things alone. Solo player is indeed suitable for Lohan, remembering the youth of— when the man with dark hair was still a vagrant child. Starving every day, befriend the rats that always roam in the corner of the alley.
When it rained, Lohan who was dying from hunger was helped by a look of pity and a piece of bread in hand.
"You should have lived longer—" Lohan muttered and chuckled. He who ate the beautiful sky of New York from the top of the balcony of the apartment chose to turn around, fed up. Throw the cigarette out of place; let it fall freely.
Rather than a dilemma about the past, it is better to do the work.
"My target today is a media reporter who shocked the world because he managed to uncover a fact. Tch! Poor thing, you're dealing with the wrong guy..." Lohan muttered, stretching her legs away from there.
Time to go on a mission.
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"The bastard is back..." (?)
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Lohan took off her glove, then put it in the inner pocket of her pants. The man's mission is done, he even cleaned up the body of the poor reporter who was wrong to deal with someone.
"Don't take revenge on me kawan~" Lohan's own monologue, then chuckle before leaving the waterfront there. He even bothered to go to this area to dispose of the reporter's body.
Mobile phone notifications from now on reads, surely the client is satisfied. Transferring a lot of money into the man's account; time to go home—ucap his inner goddess of pleasure.
Lohan became a hitman indeed because of money, he used to want to escape poverty but if now another story. Although he killed someone not randomly or can be said as requested, Lohan himself enjoyed his work. Seeing someone whimpering in pain with a gouged eyeball, a cut tongue or an ejected entrails always manages to make Lohan a pleasure.
Although the request to become a hitman is not as much as when he was still a member of a 12-star organization, but that's fine. Lohan himself has started thinking about pioneering a new life that is quite close to the word normal.
Earlier this morning Langa, her beloved niece sent her a picture along with the news that Hanna was pregnant with a child who was none other than the new sister of the rancid boy.
Although the photo that Langa shared of Hanna did not look happy, she knew how crazy her stepbrother was. Poor Hanna, ups! Makis. Ha-ha!
When did I have a partner?
"Eh?" Lohan was silent, she stopped her steps as the man approached the parking lot.
I could think strangely! Lohan complained in his heart. Ruffled the mane of black hair on his head.
"There can't be a woman who can stand me. huh~"
They must die quickly; because you're sick of seeing them just crying when you kidnap and lock them up. Not surprisingly, Lohan threw a dagger through the heads of the women, only Hanna was one; the woman who could hook the little heart of the man.
Honey, she's somebody's wife.
Tch!
Lohan opened the car door a little rough, she wanted to go back to the apartment and sleep.
In a matter of seconds, the object with wheels on each side has tancap gas—go from there.
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Some days Lohan chooses not to accept the job, she wants to relax while designing a new life scenario that she wants to run. Although it was just a trial, if Lohan bored—he could anytime return to the black world.
The man who now walks while wearing a hoodie and shorts looks from behind the tail of his eyes.
The dim light from the basement made Lohan unable to see clearly. He tightened the handle on a shopping bag containing groceries and his car keys.
This man was not wrong, he felt that someone was following his footsteps. Although without a sound, Lohan is quite sure of the instinctual sensitivity around which he has long been honed.
Damnit. Lohan now doesn't carry a beloved dagger named Mei-mei in her hoodie. Should the man bluff first? If he's armed, Lohan's just gonna take him. It's deserted here anyway. The residents of the apartment that became Lohan's neighbors must have been sitting sweetly at their workplace.
Then about the surveillance cameras, this guy just hacked into it.
Taps...
Taps...
Taps...
Lohan's steps slowed down, until she stopped at one point. The suspicious movements of someone who this man accused of endangering himself are increasingly visible. Lohan circulated a wild look; going here and there to determine the location of the stalker.
"Meet." whispered, similar to a whisper. The figure was hiding from behind the huge pillar belonging to the basement. A good move, he stopped when Lohan stopped stepping as well.
Although it could still be said to be an amateur, he was quite sensitive to the situation that plagued him.
This is the same as the 50:50 percentage where Lohan can either be a predator or be preyed upon. We will see who is our enemy.
Degh's!
The slap!
Lohan quickly dodged, something like a needle had just shot and almost hit her eyeball.
Like an assassin (although he is actually a murderer) Lohan disguises the existence of the body and moves as fast as possible. Shit, he's angry. There was someone who was playing Lohan and this man did not like her.
I'll kill him! Any way!
He felt back like a needle was being deliberately thrown at high speed. Lohan left her groceries on the ground and made the key tip a weapon.
It only took a few seconds, the figure managed to find the source of the problem.
"Because of you!"
The woman with a strange tool in her hand was quite surprised, Lohan suddenly appeared right in front of her eyes with a strong killing intent.
Trying to escape, but fate something rough grabbed hard mane hair hers.
There was a pain ringing, Lohan saw that the woman displayed a look full of envy. He snatched this woman's weapon then strangled her quite strongly from the back.
Funny too, seeing him trying like a fish forced to live on the plains.
"Who are you? Who sent you?!" lohan asked a little curious, but unfortunately the weak woman chose to remain silent.
Bugh!
Lohan banging the woman was one of the pillars there. Still the same, he tightly closed his lips with a peerless hateful look reserved for Lohan.
Shial~
It's getting more interesting.
About? If this man made that woman his own—will he last long? Longer than the others.
"Hey? Want to be my bride?" whispered Lohan, terrible.
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