Page 22 of Halo: Tales Of A Hitman

“He’s a damn lunatic!” Golden shouted out behind me.

Blake made sure to push me in the opposite direction of him.

“You stay with me because I do not have time for you to out Golden through the floor and get arrested.”

“Fuck that nigga, he talks to much.”

“We all know how he can get. It comes from love. Golden looks at life like something that can end at any moment. He just wants us to live and be happy in what we do. Gettin’ money, not worrying, and doing what we want.”

I opened the freezer door to grab me two bags of Arby’s curly fries. I liked making those in the oven and melting shredded cheese on them. Then I add sour cream and bacon-bits on top.

“He does but out of the three of you, we all know who’s switch flips on faster. Since we have been little Halo it’s hard to pull you back when you flip out. You don’t need to be catching another charge cuzzin.”

I chuckled because she was right about me flipping out.

“That’s my brother, I’d never hurt them or you. He just presses on my nerves with all that damn talking.”

Greek and Golden turned down the aisle we were in. Golden looked at me and he smiled then I did too. We ended up dabbing each other up and he kissed the side of my head. Dad used to do that to us, so we just kept it going.

Greek got everything he needed for the dinner and dessert. He decided to make smother chicken thighs with seasoned onions and peppers. He was serving it over homemade mash potatoes, southern string beans with his homemade buttery biscuits.

I had no idea what he was making for dessert, the ingredients were hard to figure out. All I knew was it involved vanilla ice cream. Blake asked Greek and he said he was making honey bun glazed brownies with vanilla ice cream on top.

I never heard of that in my life, but my stomach was ready for it all. Greek dropped us each off at our own cribs and we agreed to be at his place at seven that night. I was fine with that because I needed to get me a little sleep in since I did not get any last night.

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“How you doing little sugga, remember me?” Golden kneeled down to the six-year-old little girl playing in her backyard with her dolls.

Strange how the same brother of mine could be, a loose cannon can easily turn into a soft cloud on command. The Hashmi family seemed like a typical happy one. The white picket fence, a pretty daughter, nice car and living above middle-class ranking.

But there was more to it because Razvi and his wife Fajr made their money from being apart in a newborn smuggling ring. They worked with six other people who bought newborn babies from mothers or families who wanted to sell. Then, they sell the babies on the black market.

Razvi and Fajr have been doing outside work on their own and that’s not good for their other partners. We were hired to kill them and take their daughter Hiba to grandparents’ home who will raise her.

We took the job and I was glad we did because I needed to let out some stress. We were told to kill them let the Hashmi’s know why they were dying and kill them the best way we seem fit.

“Hi! You are my daddy’s nice friend with the puppy!” Hiba’s innocent smile and excitement when she saw Golden was cute.

He smiled back and took the puppy from behind his back. Hiba screamed in excitement and started petting the dog. Violet was our aunt’s teacup yorkie, Golden played the new neighbor who moved in on the corner house of the block two months ago.

Depending on how much a client paid us. We took jobs that meant we had to play certain pretend roles in our target’s life. Golden was the best with his words, he could finesse anybody, so we knew having him play the new kind neighbor with a cute dog was best. Hiba was very familiar with him and did not panic.

“Violet missed you a lot so I figured I would bring her over for a visit. But I need you to promise me something. You must throw me and Violet a tea party. I heard you were the best on the block.”

“I am! Come on!” Hiba held Violet and Golden followed her to her playhouse.

As soon as he had her full attention, me and Greek made our way inside the house from the back door. Before we arrived on the block, I hacked into the neighborhood’s ring camera footage.

I manipulated the feed and a different image shown on the cameras. We arrived in a fake Comcast Xfinity working van and we parked in the driveway of the home. It was just our luck that the house had a tall privacy gate around it.

“I’ll take Razvi, you take his wife.” Greek told me.

The house had two floors, Razvi was on the first floor, and Fajr was on the second. I made my way upstairs and I could hear the TV coming from the master bedroom. The door was half closed. I pushed it open all the way, and her back was to me.

She was folding sheets with her yoga clothes on. I made sure to close the door all way and stayed where I was until she walked in the linen closet. While she did, I went and sat down on the edge of my bed holding my gun with the silencer on it.

Fajr dropped the laundry basket out of her hands when she saw me.