Arden had only met them a few times, always in some sort of back alley or park. The person would hide their face under a mask and wear mostly black, disappearing in the shadows as easily as they came. For someone who wanted to hide their identity so badly, they really make a point of wearing their "gang" symbol loud and proud. Either in the form of a tattoo or jewelry, it was always there. This guy wore a silver necklace, hanging from it was a charm showing a bulldog with large wings on either side.

"I have another job for you," his voice was muffled under the mask but still audible.

"Go on," Arden tilted his head. He knew they weren't the real client, but rather a spokesman for whoever was.

This time they had met at the back of a small bar called "The Lucky Lucifer", and the spokesman held a dark bag. Arden eyed it carefully but never took his eyes off the man.

"The person I have in mind will be hard to reach, but I suspect with your expertise that it will be easy." The person motioned at him, and Arden knew he was talking about his abilities. He never outright told his clients that he had a certain talent, yet somehow this client already knew.

"Who do you have in mind, I don't have all day." Arden spat out. The spokesman merely eyed him, their dark eyes seemingly glowing in the dark.

"I'm sure you have heard of him, Launce Feldermid." A hint of amusement was behind their voice, and Arden couldn't help but recoil slightly.

"You want me to kill the bloody mayor," he growled out. It was one thing to send him after a diplomat, but a mayor... hell, that would just be looking for trouble.

"You serious? Half the city is pissed off at me for killing that candidate already." It's not like the city truly knew that it was Arden, but nevertheless he had a large bounty on his head.

"Are you saying you won't take the job," the spokesman's voice was sharp. Arden glowered and watched him closely, it would be one hell of a risk.

"How much does it pay?" He rested his hand on his pistol, he was using it more as a comfort than a threat. The spokesman eyed his gun and dropped the bag to the ground. He eyed Arden one more time before leaning over to unzip it, revealing piles of cash.

"Two million, I am offering half of it before you do the job. You get the other half once the mayor is dead."

Arden sucked in a breath as he lowered himself down to the money, flipping over a few of them to check if they were real. Most jobs got him a few thousand, but a job like this was big. Which meant more cash.

"Do we have a deal?" The spokesman crossed his arms.

"I could easily agree to this, take the money and disappear," Arden commented. He stood up and stared at the spokesperson down.

"You wouldn't run when the prize is two million," the man snapped. The spokesman regained his posture quickly, acting as if he had never lost his temper. Arden simply smirked.

"Good point," he reached down for the bag of money.

"You have yourself a deal," Arden took the bag and retreated into the shadows. Letting them cover him as he crept through the city, carrying a million big ones over his shoulder.

Soon it would be two million.

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Published: May 3, 2020, 11:14 PM

Words: 700

So sorry about the late chapter, it was just one of those days. How do you all feel about the book so far? Also, who do you think the actual client could be? We hope everyone is staying safe and home during these times, and if anyone ever needs to let out a good rant don't be afraid to message us. We love you all- RiSaWa