I aim my sight down the middle of a man's neck. His name is Ted Fillips and he is going to die tonight.
Ted Fillips was a business worker and had laid a bunch of people off their jobs which will now result into his death.
"Hey you! Put the gun down! FBI," a man with a deep voice yelled at me.
He pulls his gun towards me and shoots which leaves the bullet rickashaying' to my ankle.
I ball my fist up towards his face and leave a big bulge of bruise on his face.
He picks me up by the ankles and tips me over the balcony I am standing in.
My body falls having my jacket hovering over, I hit the ground.
My bones crunch into the cold hard rock ground as blood draws from the back of head. My mind vanishes from my brain and I remember nothing as my eyes shut and everything turns....black.
I wake up with my bald head soaking from sweat as I think woah that was just a dream.
I might be an assassin but things still scare me. This is the life of an assassin, Edward W. Johnson.
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Bullet To The Head
ActionEd Johnson has a horrible job. He kills for money. Life is about to get a lot harder when the FBI starts to investigate. Just one more kill. And his work is done here. [I do not own the cover and this book is not based off of Hitman] Rated R(Intense...
