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I didn't let on that I was scared I glanced back over my shoulder, a couple of strangers were still following me a few meters away, I couldn't make out there features. Who were they? I could tell they were men from the heavy clapping of their footsteps Clap, Clap, Clap The street was empty, cold and bleak. The lampposts blinking every so often I halted, at a shop obviously closed at this time of night and looked at my reflection, they came into view, and they were standing near a lamp post mumbling to each other. I gasped. They were men as I predicted both of them were amazingly built but one of them really stood out and was ripped with so much muscle you could tell from a distance, he had a pair of blue piercing eyes and silky shoulder-length auburn hair. A black sweater accentuated his broad shoulders, and black jeans hugged his hips and long legs. He was a tall, dark, and handsome... hit man. My God. All Rights Reserved Copyright © 2012-2016 Kya. S This book may not be reproduced, transmitted, or stored in whole or in part by any means, including graphic, electronic, or mechanical without the express written consent of the publisher except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.
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