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Perched at the edge of the roof, my sniper riffle aimed, this job would be a cake walk. High bounty, low risk. A nice way to line my pockets. My mark was due any minute. Some up and coming dealer trying to make a name for himself, except he'd picked the wrong territory so he had to go.
When the car pulled up, I focused. Looking through the scope, I'm taken a back when a pair of long slender legs in black stilettos stepped from the vehicle. Fuck. Watching through the scope again as she unfold herself from the car. I hated when the mark was a chick. A part of me still wanted to believe that women were the fairer sex. I knew better of course, look at my sisters-in-law. But shooting a woman always stuck in my crawl longer. Tightening my silencer, I aim again, as she moved across the empty lot I saw them, blue tips at the end of her blonde hair. As sweat breaks across my brow my breathing becomes labored. In my mind if knew that it's wasn't Blue, but shit if that hair wasn't enough of a reminder. Just the thought of her in that position, or doing a job like this...Jaw clenched, my finger on the trigger, I take a deep breath and...Do nothing. Pulling back, I fall to the roof's edge, leaning my back against the ledge, out of sight with my back to the mark. Hearing the metal door slam in the distance. I had failed.
I hadn't missed a mark since I was a newb with a hint of a conscience left. Blue was making me weak. But fuck if I could be sorry about it. I'd figure something else out. Quickly unscrewing the rifle, I loan it back into the case. The bossman wouldn't be happy, but he'd have to deal. Making it home in no time, I sneak silently through the apartment. Standing in the doorway, I look at my wife, the moon shining off of her aqua hair. She was it. All of it. All that mattered now. Striping to my boxer briefs, I climb into bed and without speaking a word curl around behind her. My momentary weakness washed away just by having her safe in my arms.