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I've been in this game for so long, it's ridiculous.

Call me a fool if you want to.

I call it breaking the enemy.

The Gray twins are the third most dangerous people in the Mafia right now. The second is Mark Olson, and the first is Julia Manhattan.

Yes a woman

I tried working as the twins partner in crime, but once they heard of my background they debunked me to an un useful title.

I was incredibly upset, but I knew it was for the best, because the Gray twins were the most sexiest twins I've ever laid eyes on.

And knowing me, it would be almost impossible to keep my hands to myself.

Their entire personality screamed mysterious, and alluring, and I couldn't help but fall in love.

From their hair, to their sculpted Greek God like bodies everything is perfect.

Not to mention, their passion for their work is unbelievable.

They're the literal definition of perfection.

But as I began to work with them more, I started to develop feelings for one of them.

I couldn't help it.

I've been focused on my sister and I since we were little, and having two men come into my life took a gigantic toll on me.

One night I got drunk, and told Mr. Gray I had feelings for him.

Which was my biggest mistake.

And because I told him about my embarrasing unprofessional secret, I could barely go near them.

They keep their distance from me, and at first it hurt me, but now I use it as a passion to hurt them just as they hurt me.

One thing I didn't know was that they hate getting mixed up. But in my defense, I was drunk the night I told him, which means the alcohol messed with my vision.

Trust me when I say I know the difference between them.

Mr. Xavier is the nice, patient, and delicate one. He's the one who used to always speaks to me in the mornings, and he used to always be there to compliment me on my work.

He's a brother to me, because he's gentle and I can tell he will never hurt me.

As you can see, he wasn't the one I liked.

Mr. De'Andre is the agressive, strict, and "mean" one. He's never done any of the things Mr. Xavier has done, which made me feel a certain way. I knew that I couldn't be with him, because he was only focused on one thing.

His work.

But I continued to try and gain his attention.

Everyone told me it would be a failure, but I was more than determined to make him notice me.

But that night I mixed him up with Mr. Xavier, I knew that was the day I dug my own grave.

I told Mr. Xavier that I was attracted to Mr. De'Andre in an unprofessional way, and at first he laughed.

That was until I made a move on him.

He must've thought I was joking.

I crawled into his lap and started to grind on him. I began to kiss and suck on his neck, but before I could get too far, he pushed me off. That exact night he told me I was debunked from my position to an even lower one, and that I could no longer be near his brother, because of my drunken state and unprofessional desires.

The day after, I begged for another chance but he looked me in the eyes and told me 'people don't deserve second chances if there's no goodness in you'.

And after those words escaped his lips, my heart and world crashed, and in that moment I found out that Mr. De'Andre isn't the nasty one.

It's Mr. Xavier.

He was able to hold in it so he wouldn't hurt me, but that day, he did.

Which is why I told myself that that job wasn't worth my tears and got myself off of the ground.

I've been by myself and taking care of my little sister ever since I could remember. Two more people leaving me wasn't going to tear me down like it did in the past.

That day, I swore to myself I would never cry, shake, break down, or tear up in the faces of my enemies.

And for the past two years, I've been doing just that.

But a few months later, they named me as their spotter.

My job is to find the people they wanted me to, dead or alive, and bring them to them.

If it was any girl the twins were interested in, I'd hurt them.

Physically and mentally.

I'd leave burns over their skins, beat their faces in, possibly break some of their bones, well maybe fracture them if I was feeling nice, and I'd mess up their faces.

Call me insane if you want, but I will fuck up every pretty girl they see, until there is no more.

Were they mad everytime I gave them a girl who was seeing a bright light calling their names?

Of course

But did I give a damn?

Hell fucking no

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"Have you found her?" Mr. Xavier asked through the phone

"No." I replied while scrolling through my Instagram feed

"If you're lying to me I will kill you." He responded slamming his fist on his table

I straightened my posture and kicked my legs on the table that I'm currently sitting at.

I laughed into the phone then told him exactly what's on my mind.

"Not if I kill you first."

I heard him growl and then he began to talk, but I grew bored of the conversation so I hung up.

I have no idea why these boys think growling will make me fear them.

My respect for them flew out of the fucking window years ago, and now I only see them as people who will rot in hell.

Just like me.

When my phone started to buzz, I checked it and it was the other twin.

I rolled my eyes but answered the phone.

"Chess?" I asked checking my nails

"Why did you hang up on my brother?" De'André gritted no doubt thinking of ways to get me fired

I smacked my teeth then looked out of the window to see birds flying in the sky as the sun shined brightly.

"I did no such thing." I replied huffing

"Well he said you did, and I believe him." He told me truthfully making me roll my eyes again

"Well I don't care if you believe him or not. I told you I did no such thing and that's what I mean." I said in a "matter of fact" tone

"You better watch your mouth with me." He demanded making me lean back further in my chair and laugh

"Or what?" I asked amusedly

The most these mother fuckers could do is cry me a river.

"I'll send you to hell." He told me and I could practically hear his smirk through the phone

I looked at the phone and made sure he was my boss, then shrugged because I can honestly care less.

I put the phone back to my ear then replied.

"I'm already there."

And after those words left my mouth, I hung up and grabbed my things and walked out of my building waving at everyone who waved at me.

I then got in my car and drove out of the parking lot to my house.

I lived luxuriously because of my pay, but it's not just because of the twins.

During the day I worked for them, then during the evening and night I worked with my sister.

We worked for ourselves and we go to different countries to kill the people our bosses assign us.

They pay us greatly because we can find their targets in less than 3 days and kill them within an hour, but my favorite part is when we send a video of how we torture them and how they plead for life.

But because my sister and I like to keep things discrete, we earned the name that we love dearly.

The Silent Mocking Jay's.