Sitting at the table of the kitchen, as you're eating the last thing that was in your fridge , your phone starts to ring. You grab it inside your pocket, and click on the button " Answer" . A voice starts talking , a deep , regular, and familiar voice ;

" Hello , Roxy. How are ya? " , says the voice. The only words you get bring up when does few words are pronounce is ;

" Hello , Jonathan."

Jonathan Roosevelt , hitman , criminal mastermind , or even ex-boyfriend, are all goods nickname for that person. As said, Jonathan is a hitman, born and raised in this fined town of New York, which where you are currently. Even if you are working for him in the last couples of days, you always have to remember those days where you and him were only known as girlfriend and boyfriend.

" So listen , beautiful , i got this gig for ya. Easy.....Pays really well...." , he says. Great , another job, you think to yourself, like you haven't done enough for him recently. But , your ego and your curiosity push you to ask ;

" Does that gig have a name ?"

" Walter Black. A nobody. Works for the Mafia i heard. If your in , which i know you are, then i'll text ya the detail . Oh , and this one his a teamwork, ok? So , see you in an hour. " , he hangs up .

Super-Great. A mafia cat. You never can get tired of them. You can never get tired of working for Jonathan Roosevelt, or whatever his real name is. You gotta get prepare . You know very well that you can't just walk away from that kind of life.

You get your ass up from the chair , and slowly , but not hardly , walk towards the " living room" , AKA , the guns room. Yeah. Cause you're not that kind of person fo have a TV in her living room . Guns, bullet proof vest, snipers, automatics, or anything . Everythings on the wall, hang up or hook up .

You grab a big bag left on the ground and start packing some stuff up . You grab a sniper, an Ak-47 , and a silent pistol. You then walk a few step to face a long mirror, to look at yourself, from the toes to the head. You make sure to attach your long brown hair into a poney-tail , before putting on a little bit of makeup. Normally , you don't like makeup , but for today, you'll make an exception.

Then, you look down at your pants : a pair of jeans. No. You can't be wearing that, that's too tight for the work, you gotta grab something less tight. You go look in the wardrobe behind you, and grab a pair of black leggings . You slowly put it on , right after taking down those jeans , and look again yourself in the mirror.

Your ass is looking very good, and you feel pretty free in them , even if there kinda skinny. You then grab in the wardrobe a cool white sport bra, and on top of it, a brown aviator jacket . You then, as your leaving with the bag, grab a pair of aviator glasses, just to look even more badass.

As you walk out of the living room, you head to door , leading to your garage , to get that car of yours. A beautiful , sexy , magnificent , black, 1967 mustang. Nothing can be this beast , that you stole when you were only 17 .

You get in , start the engine, which make one hell of a sound, before opening the garage door with your remote. As the door open, you finally head out, on the road, heading to Jonathan's place.