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    Lifting my leg, he pushes in harder as tears run down my cheeks. He’s using me, just like I knew he would and I asked for it.
    Feeling him explode inside of me should have been fulfilling but it wasn’t. It was horrifying and painful.
    Creed pulls out of me and grabs his jeans, sliding them back on before reaching for my hand. I let him pull me up wrapping his arms around me.
    “I’m sorry Jada. I didn’t mean to…. Fuck! I need to go. I’m so fuckin’ sorry.”

 
     
    Creed 1 year later
    “Lay still motherfucker. You’re  makin’ this shit worse.” Growling out between my teeth, I press the end of my gun closer to this assholes head. I don’t know why they have to wiggle and cry when we show up. You knew we were coming.
    “Please, just don’t shoot me. I know I owe you but I just need time.” The fucking loser Dan lies on the floor in a puddle of his own fucking tears. I shake my head as I look at him damn near pissing his own pants. What kind of man is he?
    “You know we come to collect, Dan. I think my brother there warned you a few times too didn’t you Trig?” Looking over at my boy, he nods while he ransacks the office were in.
    “Come on, Creed. You don’t have to do this.” I hate when they beg me. It annoys the fuck out of me and the fact that I don’t have a heart anymore, well that  just makes it that much easier on me.
    “Last chance. You have the money or not?” Shoving the gun closer to his head, I’m really getting irritated with all this shit. I always get sent out on the kill runs and it’s really pissing me off. I guess since Pres. knows I will fucking shoot anything and everything in sight that I’m top choice.
    “I don’t have..” I don’t let him finish that sentence. I pull the trigger and watch his now lifeless body lay there. Visions of Jason’s lifeless body replace his. His eyes were half open although he looked peaceful.
    Jason wasn’t wearing a seatbelt when he lost control and hit that pole. He was thrown from the car and they said he died on impact. The paramedics said he didn’t feel a thing but I don’t believe that. Everyone feels pain. Here I am a year later and I still fucking feel it like it was yesterday.
    “You alright brother?” Trig’s voice pulls me back to reality. Looking up I realize just how lost I was in my own mind. That’s usually where I am though, inside myself.
    “Yeah, I’m good. We ready?”  Trig nods his head as we grab what we can and head out the door. Taking one last look over my shoulder at the life I just took, something settles over me.
    This is what I’ve become in the last year. I have become a killer.
    “You want to grab a beer before we head back?” Trig slaps a hand on my shoulder. I guess getting back later wouldn’t hurt shit.
    “Fuck it.” I say shrugging as we walk a few blocks down to the local bar and head inside. We never have a care in the world these days. Business is running smoothly and so is my trigger finger.
    “Hot damn look at the pussy in this joint.” Trig chuckles next to me as I scan the room. It’s an older style bar, not a club run. There are a lot of nice looking bitches in here.
    “Trig, I think you made my fuckin’ night, brother.” I smile over at him before I order a beer and head towards the back booth.
    A hot piece of ass follows me back there and I know what she wants.
    “Hey there handsome.” Her long red hair is streaming down her neck. I’d like to fucking pull that while I’m behind her. Dirty thoughts are running rampant in my mind right now.
    “How are you, gorgeous? Wanna take a seat?” Scooting over, her green eyes blaze to life. Her hand lands on my thigh as it works closer to my dick. A few strokes and she has me hard as a rock. Shit, that didn’t take long.
    “You like that darlin’?” She licks her lips and hot fuck; I want to come all over those.
    “You picked that ass up quick brother.” Trig slides in across from us making her a little