Hitman Freelancer Tips Novels & Stories

“i'll send you a picture. Find him and keep him until I say otherwise. You've one day” “Money first as usual.” “You'll get your money. You know me don't you? Make it clean. No tracks.” “you don't have to teach me my job. Consider it done, once I've my money. You know the cost.” I exhale, driving off as the call drops. I'm about to blow off my life's savings on a single job. He's an experienced hit man. It's not the first time i'll be using his services but still it doesn't put my mind at rest, especially if Griffin finds out that he's being played.

“Ah, shit.” “You really don’t know her but you’re up against her. That’s a bold move, Luciano.” The red-haired guy got up from his seat and storm out of the room furiously. Cayne could feel they were wavering. He couldn’t understand why he would take revenge without preparing himself thoroughly. Cayne sighed and drop his head back on the chair. He wished that she would just warn him beforehand, so he wouldn’t feel too pressured and surprised. He put up a fight at first but gave up when they knocked him up.

Let’s just hope that he didn’t know how to use them in his favor. The first tip that Niccolò ever gave me was that I needed to know how to take a hit. He quoted Mike Tyson when he told me that ‘everyone has a plan until they get hit’ so it was important that I could take a hit and keep going. The second tip he gave me was to never be there. Timing was one of the biggest tools in my arsenal. I had to stay calm and attentive so that I could move away from big strikes that could take me down because it could be all over if I wasn’t able to keep from getting pinned.

“No. Take however long you need to get back in the game, but stay alert. Just because you’re taking R&R., don’t let your guard down.” “Aye aye, Captain.” I rise to leave, but at the door I turn back and ask, “I don’t suppose you’d be willing to give me another free pass to kill my Lyft driver when I get home?” Zeke smiles, but says, “If T.H.E.M. doesn’t get paid, they don’t get dead. If I get any client requests for a hit on a Lyft driver in the area, though, you will be the first I let know.”

“I offered to make you my whore, but you declined.” “I’m not going to fuck you for money when I’d gladly fuck you for free.” “First rule of business, if you’re good at something, never do it for free.” The waitress came back with the tab, and he quickly signed it before he shut the folder. “If you’d taken that offer, you’d have the best job in the world—if you ask me.” He pulled out his phone and texted his driver.

I mean if you’re going to hire someone to kill me at least hire someone of my own calibre, this is just insulting. Deciding to make quick work of things, I pull Crimson from my ankle strap, tilt his head forward and run the blade across his jugular. This fucker isn’t worth my time. I discard his body to the side and with a knife in one hand and a gun in the other, I get up and turn my attention to Lowell. He looks like he’s shitting bricks. I move closer as I hear the sounds of Mr Hitman choking on his own blood. He’ll be dead soon. “I don’t know who you are, or who he is. Just please don’t kill me. I won’t say anything I swear,” he pleads. Using the butt of my gun I land a couple hard hits

I finished the rum in my glass and placed it back on the table. "Find an asshole that deserves to die; put a hunt on his head; say something like he killed your kid or your brother, and you cannot seem to get over it even though it happened ten, nine, or eight years ago; take your pick. Put a reasonable sum of money that is worth the job, then tell them that after the job, the money will be collected in cash, as it was not gotten through legal means. Put it there that you will give the killer who did it a code, and if they say the code that day, they get the money. The job should be valid for four weeks, then clean it off the internet." "How are you sure he will take the job?" Jim asked me.

I remind the hitman. “That has been taken care of, I've got it covered sir.” The voice assures again “Good. Let's keep it that way. No loose ends.” “No loose end boss.” he replies. “Okay. Send in your details,” I say as I begin to pack some papers into my leather briefcase. “Payment will be in your account within the hour.” “Right away boss.” The voice speaks and I quickly end the call. I drop back and twirl round in my executive chair, clenching my jaw tight. “Every time, he wins every damn contract, like he's untouchable.”

The Hitman threatened Alex over the phone as he tried to hold his phone which was already about to fall as a result of his threat. "Are you threatening me right now? When I'm here to tell you that that won't be necessary because once you are done with my job I will pay you. It's a promise. You get the job done and I will pay you your balance. And after this do not try to bad-mouth me out there. and I will beat myself again to make sure you do a great job." Alex repeated himself. "Like I said, you do not need to teach me my job. I've been in this job even before you met me. Just say half of the money to me and we get the job done and have a wonderful day. "The Hitman hung up on Alex.

“What if I just… keep going like this?” The cheap tips keep pinging, $5, $3, $8 like gnats buzzing around a porch light. BigDaddy69: $6 – fuck yourself with the big one TipMaster420: $4 – scream for us I ignore them. My eyes are locked on the gold banner that just dropped. LeatherLurker tipped $600. LeatherLurker: everything off, Little Birdie LeatherLurker: then choose something big for me