The Hitman
An Autobiography
I was a hitman for more than 15 years before I finally managed to retire from my trade. As it is not, for obvious reasons, easy to leave a business like mine, I must remain anonymous at all cost.
Do not try to trace me, electronically or otherwise. It's much more likely that I find you before you find me.
I spent several years in the SAS before I was forced to retire, then moved to L.A. to do what I do best: kill people. This story revolves around a period of change, in which my past catches up with me. I meet Karen, a once faithful wife, and lead her down the dark sidestreets of life.
I will not annoy the reader with all the details of my work, as they are repetitve and often boring, very unlike the things we see on TV. To tell the truth, $20.000 is hard earned cash, if you have to track your target for days or even weeks before making the hit.
I do not take pleasure in taking a life; I do, however, indulge in a certain pride and satisfaction, when an assignment has been carried out to perfection. Violence and death are tools to me, tools that I will readily use if I have to but they don't give me any thrills.
Now I am retired, which is quite an achievement in this profession, because most hitmen never make it that far, either getting caught by the authorities or killed by their former colleagues. the mistake most of them make, is to wait for that famous last hit, the one that will make them rich enough. I made it but it was a close call.
I knew it would be my last assignment as soon as I got the contract.
It was a setup. So I let Karen make the kill and when the cops picked me up, I was as clean as a newborn.
After 24 hours they had to let me go and 6 hours later we were on a plane.
Oh yeah, I say "we". The insatiable Karen is still at my side very much alive and kicking. She is still especially fond of rough sex and loves it when I give it to her long and hard.
I broke the rules, you say? You might think so but it has never been that way. Karen and I have never been lovers. We were forced onto each other by circumstances and later became partners. We fuck the hell out of each other whenever we have the opportunity, but that has no effect on how we do business. To quote the great Robert DeNiro here:
"When the heat comes around the corner, you have 30 seconds to get your things together and get the hell out of here"
That's how we live and fight, and we'll probably die that way - no strings attached
Karen is one of the hottest women I have met in my life. Her tight little body and her dirty mind are a lethal combination. She is tough and intelligent enough to stand on her own two feet and can be as ruthless as any man. In fact, she's more dangerous than most because people underestimate her.
This is the story of my encounter with Karen and our fight for survival in the urban jungle of Los Angeles. It's a dark tale of violence and lust, betrayal and death.
I hope you will enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed living it
Author's note:
If you still believe that this whole thing is a true story, then I'm sorry to say it is not - although Karen is inspired by a real person.
Any mistake contained in this story is to be attributed to the author, who will be grateful for any kind of feedback you wish to send.
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