Rude and Not Ginger
Supernova
- Joined
- Jan 9, 2009
Alexander was sitting on the roof of an expensive house, yawning rather loudly. He hated this job. It had been six hours since the sun set and most of the lights in the house were still on. But then, the side of the building suddenly got darker, and a quick peek over the side showed that only her light was still on. This was going to be easy. Mafia girls couldn't fend for themselves. So he held onto the edge of the gutter and with a quick swing, went through her window and landed silently.
He heard the sound of water running on the other side of a door and smirked. Too easy. He pulled his mask off, showing his gorgeous face, though it was marked with a scar along his cheek. He was tall, almost six four, and though he was very fit, he wasn't very muscular. His gray eyes were cold and emotionless as he pulled the pistol from a holster on his side before pointing it at the door. When she came out, it would be over. At least that was what he thought until the door opened.
He heard the sound of water running on the other side of a door and smirked. Too easy. He pulled his mask off, showing his gorgeous face, though it was marked with a scar along his cheek. He was tall, almost six four, and though he was very fit, he wasn't very muscular. His gray eyes were cold and emotionless as he pulled the pistol from a holster on his side before pointing it at the door. When she came out, it would be over. At least that was what he thought until the door opened.