Cold

Chapter 1.

Nariah POV .

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I looked at the nigga that was laid out with 3 bullets pierced through his skull.

I averted my attention from the body. Then I walked out of the little house and walked back to where I was parked at, which was a block away.

I got into my car and sped to my crib. I went the long way to make sure nobody was following me.

When I made it home, I parked in the garage and walked into my house. As soon as I walked into my house, I was greeted by my pit. I rubbed his head as my work phone started vibrating. It was a text.

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*Text Conversation*

From: Thorence

Is the job done?

To: Thorence

Yea.

From: Thorence

Nice doing business with you, you can come to pick the money up tomorrow morning.

To: Thorence

Bet.

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I sat my phone down on the counter. Then I walked upstairs and went to my hidden room where I keep all my guns, hammers, acids, lots of torturing s**t. I also have a hidden safe in here too.

I cleaned my gun off that I used tonight and put it up. Then I stripped out of my clothes and put them in a black duffle bag. I placed the duffle bag into my safe since I plan on burning it tomorrow.

Well, let me introduce myself. My name is Nariah Hill, and I'm 24 years old. I am an assassin who goes by the name Ghost. I go by the name Ghost because only a few people know how I look. Most people know of me, but they don't know how I look. I like to keep a low profile for my safety.

I wear a mask and baggy clothes on every mission I go on and whenever I meet with someone who wants to do business with me.

But to sum everything up, people pay me to kill someone that owes them something or just because. To keep it 100, I do people's dirty walk.

I bet y'all wondering how did I become an assassin. Well, to put an end to y'all wondering, my Uncle O introduced me to the life of an assassin when he took me in. He took me in due to the fact that my parents kicked me out at the age of 15. They kicked me out due to the fact that I was suspended from school for fighting.

My parents are very uppity and stuck up. They want people to think that they are classy and better than everyone. So when I got kicked out of school, they got embarrassed and began thinking about what would people say if they found out I got kicked out of school for fighting.

Not only was I hurt when they kicked me out, but I was also lost and young. I was only 15. The only thing I knew how to do was fight and cook. But Thank God that my Uncle O found me walking the streets on the same night I was kicked out.

After I told him what all had happened, he took me in and cared for me as if I was his own child. But I also didn't want to just depend on him. I wanted to make my own money. So after accidentally killing somebody that broke into our house, my Uncle O saw something in me and introduced me to an assassin, Markus Gray. So to just sum everything up, I've been killing people since the age of 15.

My Uncle O and his son, OJ, are the only people I love and respect. Well, I love them and my grandparents, but I haven't talked or seen them since I was 11. My parents and grandparents had a falling out, so that is why I haven't seen them in so long.

But anyway, Uncle O and OJ are the only 2 people that know everything about me. They are the only 2 people that I semi-trust.

I will admit that growing up after I got kicked out was pretty hard because I had to adapt to a new life. And it got even harder once my body started developing more into a woman's body rather than a child's.

Once time past, I started loving my body. I have a beautiful and sexy ass body. People always try to say that I'm conceited, but I'm far from conceited. I'm just very confident. But it does get annoying when you have a nice body. Niggas just come up to me and try to f**k as soon as they see my shape.

It's also annoying when people question my sexuality. I don't even know why it matters, but people always asking me what I prefer and if I'm gay.

But I'll proudly tell anybody who wanna know that I'm a proud bisexual. I just hate when people try to be all up in my business. It be pissing me off.

I'm actually a calm person though, well until I get pissed off. I'm very laid back. I hate being in mess.

I only have one associate, and her name is Lacee. She is cool and s**t, but that's about it. I wouldn't say I trust her because you could never put anything passed somebody.

Lacee and I have f****d a couple times. It was just f*****g though, nothing too serious. I don't want her like that, but she cool people though.

But going back to what I was doing. I went into the bathroom and took a 20-minute shower. When I got out, I wrapped a towel around me.

Then I walked back into my room and put on a sports bra, a thong, and my basketball shorts. I put my hair into a messy bun. Then my stomach started growling. Damn. I forgot to eat today. That is just how busy I am every day.

I went downstairs and fixed me some fried chicken and some macaroni and cheese, which is my favorite thing to eat. I got done with cooking my food within an hour and a half later.

Then somebody started knocking on my door. Who the f**k is knocking at my damn door at this time of night? I got my gun from under the sink and walked to the door.

I looked through my peephole to see who it was, but whoever was knocking had it covered up. So I couldn't see it was out there. I opened the door and pointed my gun at whoever it was.

"Riah, put that damn gun down!" I heard my Uncle O say. I put it down and smiled.

"You can't just be popping up on a nigga like that," I said and opened the door wider for him and my cousin to come in.

"Ouuu, it's smelling good up in here, Riah," My cousin OJ said. I rolled my eyes. He always comes to my spot eating up all my s**t. He walked to the kitchen and started making him a plate.

"I'm bout tired of yo ass coming over here and eating my s**t, b***h," I said to OJ. He laughed as I closed the door and went into the kitchen.

"So why yall here?" I asked OJ and my Uncle O.

"I don't know. Pops said he wanted to tell us something together. " OJ said. I nodded and started fixing me a plate.

"So what's up, Unc?" I asked my Uncle O.

"We have a meeting with the leader of the blood gang Saturday at 6." He said as he started fixing him a plate.

"The blood gang? You mean Cold gang?" OJ asked. Uncle O nodded.

"Who is Cold?" I asked as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"A crazy and ruthless ass nigga," OJ said. "He will kill a motherfucker so quick for just looking at him," He added. I nodded.

"So when we go tomorrow, Riah don't start talking s**t like you always do," Uncle O scolded. "This s**t good as hell too," Unc said referrin' to my food.

"When do I ever talk s**t?" I asked jokingly because I knew that I always spoke my mind. They both stopped eating and looked at me. "Ok, nevermind," I said then started laughing..

"How you been though, Riah?" Uncle O asked me.

"Been good, just grinding," I said and he looked at me.

"Make sure you be careful, Nariah," He said sternly and I nodded.

"Always. You and OJ be careful too." I said and they nodded.

"Riah, you know Bresha back in town," OJ said and I groaned.

"Man, how you know?" I asked as I hoped he was lying and just f*****g with me.

"Peanut and ManeMane told me that they saw her at the store on 72." He said smacking on a piece of chicken. I smacked my lips. The last thing I wanted right now was to run into Breesha ugly ass.

"Who the f**k is Mesha?" Uncle O asked us. Oj and I looked at each other and started laughing.

"It's Bresha, pops, and that's Riah's ex-girlfriend," OJ said. Then I threw a chicken bone at him.

"Well, tell all my damn business then, b***h," I said to him. He smirked at me before running his mouth again.

"Ouuuuu, Ms.IonLoveTheseNitches didn't tell pops she had an ex," OJ said sarcastically. I rolled my eyes.

"Nitches?" Uncle O asked.

"Niggas and Bitches combined," I said as he got up and cleaned his plate off. Then placed his plate in the sink.

"You're weird," He said looking at me funny. I chuckled then bit another piece of chicken.

"Tell me something I don't know," I said as I chewed my food.

"Well, I am about to head out," Uncle O said as he grabbed his keys. "Saturday at 6 Riah. Come on, OJ." Unc added. OJ smacked his lips.

"I'm staying the night pops," OJ said. Uncle O nodded and left.

"b***h, who told yo ugly ass you can stay?" I asked.

"Uh, me, nigga," He said as he left his plate on the table and went upstairs.

"b***h, you left yo plate!" I yelled.

"My fault, get it for me," He said.

"b***h nigga," I said not even giving a f**k if he heard me.

"I heard that," He yelled from upstairs like I gave a f**k.

"And ion give no f***s, nigga," I said as I started washing the dishes. After I made sure everything was clean, I cut the lights off and went to my room to get some shut eye.

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* Next Morning *

"Suh," I heard a voice say waking me up. I tried to ignore the voice hoping it would go away. "Nariah, I know yo ol ugly ass here me," I heard the same voice say.

"Get the f**k out of my room," I said as I flipped over.

A few minutes had gone by, and I thought the person was gone. But I wrong as hell when I felt somebody sit on me.

"Nariah, get up," Oj said.

"b***h, if you don't get yo ugly ass off of me. I am going to kill your ass." I said. He started laughing.

"Girl, those p***y ass threats and scaring nobody. But come and fix me some breakfast." He said as my stomach started growling.

"You better be glad my stomach growling," I said as I pushed him off of me then got up.

"I get so tired of you putting your man hands on me. You too damn strong for your own good." He said making me roll my eyes.

I walked into my bathroom and closed my door. I used the bathroom then started on my hygiene. Once I got done, I walked out of the bathroom to see Oj gone. I walked out of my room and went downstairs.

I saw Oj sprawled out on the couch watching tv. His freeloading ass sucking up all my good ass air.

"Whatcha wanna eat?" I asked him.

"It doesn't matter. Whatever you make is alright with me." He said. I nodded and went into the kitchen to start cooking up some omelets.

Once I got done cooking, Oj and I ate the food and talked. We talked and laughed until Oj decided to leave. Once he left, I decided to go back to sleep.