Killer? (open to one man pm only)

[AngelofyourNighmares]

Amy was on the run and all for some stupid reason she would never hurt anyone much less kill them, but when they found her ex dead and her standing over his bloody body they presumed she did it.. she escaped however.. and only because her father paid her bail and she fled.. now she had the most known bounty hunter after her.. she had to find a way to prove her innocence she wasn't the one that killed him, she was the one that tried to save him.. the guy that wanted him dead, was the guy her ex owed money to... and she was right in the middle not only was she trying to prove her innocence she was trying to save her life as well. She changed her looks she had at one time long brown hair dark green eyes 5'4 120 pounds.. and a sweet personality... now she wore a blond wig, had blue contacts and was now 100 pounds... and went by her middle name. She was on the run and the one man that could save her was the one man that could as well.. end her life in so many ways.

Amy Anderson
5'4
120 pounds weight loss 100 pounds
long brown hair/blond wig
Dark blue contacts/ green eyes
Amy was on her way on another bus, her father had gave her plenty of money and she had been on the run for about a week now.. she was to scared to settle anywhere so she found herself eating at diners, and staying in cheap motels.http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i...Gellar/aa-1.jpg
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[ferryrider]

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[AngelofyourNighmares]

Sorry not exactly what the role is about thanks though

Bumped

 

[slowandeasy]

Riley MacDonald

“The fuckin’ broads been out there for a week now. I’m counting on you, Riley to take care of this little problem we’re having. Find her and when you do…well you know, but keep it clean and neat, like … you know I like things to be neat and clean. No screw-ups you hear. No sloppy job that will make the headlines. We don’t, fucking, need to draw attention to ourselves. Here’s her picture and some details about her past and present lifestyle, shouldn’t be too hard to find her. Dumb lazy assed fuckin’ cops can’t seem to find her, Maybe they don’t want her to so bad. The DA, shit, we know he don’t care, guys dead, the broads old man made bail, Fifty thousand in the cities coffers will make a lot of people happy, if they just sweep this thing under the rug, or come up with some fall guy to take the rap. They got nothing to fuckin’ gain by catching this girl he was a menace to society anyway maybe their thankin’ whoever did it. Only problem is the girl might know and if she get’s her shit together and tries to make a deal with the law…Well you know where that leads.”

DiAngello chewed on his cold cigar and then went through the motions of snuffing it out in an overflowing ash tray. He shoved a manila envelope across his desk.


Riley, shifted in his seat, reached out and pulled the envelope into his lap. Inside he found a blown up picture of the girl his boss referred to as the fuckin’ broad. He’d seen the picture in the paper, her mug shot, but it didn’t do justice to the girl in the photo in his hands. Long golden-brown hair shoulder length, green eyes that revealed a look of innocence. Her full moist lips held an unabashed smile and her head cocked a slight angle gave her a look of mischievousness. He turned the photo over.

Amy Anderson,
5’4”
120 lbs


641 willow creek road
Tel 264 3820

Riley didn’t t like this one he’d never killed a broad and this one. He looked at the picture again.

DiAngelo saw him study the picture and cleared his throat. “She’s a beauty ain’t she,
Don’t go soft on me Riley she’s just a fuckin’ broad, right. I know what you’re thinking and maybe we don’t need to… tell you what, just keep an eye on her till the heat is off. Tail her and maybe even get to know her. You’re good at that, fuckin’ broads flock to you like flies. Pays the same anyway you do it. Money’s in the envelope too. Cozy up to her and if it looks like she’s about to come apart at the seams then… do what you have to do.

Riley’s expression never changed, even though he was relieved. He stuffed the picture back in the envelope and got up to head for the door. “Don’t worry boss, this ones a piece of cake.”