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Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! 

Spike yelled as he punched the wall. The impact didn’t bring him any pain...not at the moment. How could he have possibly missed the shot? 

With rage brewing in his blood, he picked up a bottle of whiskey, drank from it before smashing the bottle against the wall. 

Never in his life of being an assassin had he ever missed a shot. He plopped himself down on his bed and stared at the ceiling, his mind vividly going back to how this life he was in began. Spike Aryan Farooqi was just seven years old when he was forcefully taken away from his father. To this day, he never knew why. His mother was brutally raped to death in his presence. 

Before her death, his mother had begged for his sister not to be raped but even after she was done with, his sister followed suit. The young girl was just thirteen. Ever since, they’ve been separated and he was taught to kill.

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