"There is no way I'm doing that! For the last time this a mistake." I said to a man that just bought me at a black market auctions, "Oh little bunny unless you got the money to pay me back there's no way you're going any where. Do you have $20 million dollars?" he said looking me up and down knowing damn well that I didn't have that kind of money. "Yea didn't think so little bunny." he said giving a little chuckle. "Well I can't leave, so could tell me your name at least?" I said looking at him giving me a little bit of a grin, "Mitsunari Baba." he said "What's your name little bunny?" "One. Stop calling me little bunny! That's a pain in the ass, don't get any dirty ideas from that either. My name is Clawdia Wolf."
Baba's Point of view
Well she certainly is something. Clawdia Wolf, when she's all straight face it's a turn on but her last name doesn't suit her at all, she looks more like a wall-flower. Mistake or not she's going anywhere until she finds a way to pay me back the 20 million spent on her, she's a bit on the big side but she was cute enough for old perverts not to place a bid on her. was it her skin color that made men go crazy for her? I don't know but I really don't know what the hell was going through my mind when I placed 20 million on her and I won the bid.
Baba looked at Clawdia then laughed, "haha you don't look like a wolf. Not even a she-wolf!" it felt like he laughed for hours but he looked at her and her face was dead serious. "ha ha... humorous. Look I may not look like a she-wolf but I am. You don't have to believe it and to tell the truth I could care less if you do or not, I have a schedule besides having to work for you so; I work for you during the day but when night hits I'm on my own. Got it?" Clawdia said looking at him then taking out her phone to have a look at the time, "Well look at that. It's night time and I've got my own work to deal with, don't try to stop me or I'll cut you down with the rest of my work." turning on her heels and walking out the door she slams the door and she didn't care 'I mean who the hell buys someone? and on a black market auction! screw that.' After heading back to my room I changed into my night clothes and went through the window made sure all the lights were off, I made my way to my night time employer. "CW reporting for a new target." I said, "well you're right on time CW, You're target's someone who's been on a killing spree for far too long. He just killed 25 people he thinks he invincible and we want him gone tonight if you can that is." the commander said to me handing me a file underestimating me well I'll prove him wrong and I will get this done tonight. My dad started this shit and I'm going to do what I can to finish it. going to my assign post and I see my target in the window and it looks like he's drunk? "Well that will make my job easier." I said when the lights go out that's when I make my move once I'm inside it's easy to find this bastards' room putting my mask on so no one could see my identity and he's knocked out cold, 'the commander didn't ask nor tell me who he wanted the execution done so I'll do it my way' taking my knife and bringing it to his neck he nestled in his sheets then was fast asleep again taking the blade to his neck and lashing at his throat blood came out just when he was going to cry out for help I covered his mouth, "don't even try shout before I cut your tongue off." I said to him softly in his ear he didn't do anything just slowly let the blood drain from his neck and I wanted to make sure my target was dead for sure I cut his neck three more times then I went to feel if there was a pulse and there wasn't I opened his window wrote a note 'ding dong the bastard's dead' I left his eyes open it wasn't as if he was coming back from the dead to haunt my ass.
10 Minutes later
I report back telling my commander that the target has been executed "Good work CW that's all for tonight you may leave." and with that I took my leave, I made my way into my window of the apartment complex that I was living in through the casino and I only had a few hours to spare before I had to get back up and work he his royal ass of a jerk. Taking off my clothes and packing them under my bed I get in my own sheets and sleep,
flash back of 13 years ago.
"Where the hell is my money Richard! Damn you said you have it in time!" I man said holding a gun at my fathers head. my old man always loved to gamble his money no matter what and lost his last gamble and owned this mobster a lot of money but knowing my old man he kept the money and never did pay it back. I was only 8 at the time; my mom had past away when I was 3 years old it took me another 2 years to get a hold of myself n defend myself no matter what, "maybe I should take her as reinforcement just so you pay back the money." but my old man didn't care about me nor did he shed a tear when mom died so why would he care about me now he showed no emotion at all, "go ahead all she does is remind me of my dead wife."
and with that the man took me to his hide away not knowing what the hell to do with a kid not alone a girl. "hey kid. do you love your dad?" he asked as if he cared, "no need to look like that, I'm just the enforcer for when people don't say my employers back. I've got no kids but always did want them but with my line of work my kid would get hurt a lot and I wouldn't want that. What's your name?" he asked me but I wasn't telling him anything; it was week three when I started to talk to him, "My name's Clawdia Wolf." "haha so you finally talk, nice to meet you miss Clawdia. My name is Keith Stone; do you like it here with me Clawdia?" Keith asked me "It's okay I won't complain about it it's better then having to live with my old man." I said to him, "Well I don't have to work tonight so want to go out and get something to eat?" Keith asked "sure." he laughed for a little bit and the held his hand out to mine and out we went.
He picked a nice family restaurant and we just enjoy ourselves it's the first time in a while since I was able to enjoy myself like this I was too young to enjoy my moms company, it's vague but I remember my dad smiled a long time ago when my mom was alive. we were a happy family but when I was 3 and I had to look at my moms' dead body that's when my dad started to gamble again, "are you feeling okay Clawdia?"