text: Two hundred and fourty three. The number of hits I've carried out. From politicians, to business deals gone bad. I've seen it all. I've seen people pay my outrageous fee just to kill an ex who didnt deserve it, but if they'll pay it, I'll pull it. Normally I wouldn't' even rack a round for less than a hundred thousand dollars, i know it sounds high. But you have to take into account that I have to have those faces haunting me every night. Contrary to the popular stereotype, I don't enjoy killing, but it makes sure my daughter will have a roof over her head, food in her stomach, and will never want for anything in her life. Now that I think about it, there was one hit I did enjoy. I was sitting by the creek, fishing, when a small girl who had a black eye approached me. At first a paid no mind, until she spoke. Her voice timid, and terrified. "Are you Lizz's dad?" The young girl asked. Lizz is my daughter's name so I assumed they were friends from school or something. "I sure am, what's up?" I replied, trying to sound as friendly as possible. "Do you really make bad people go away?" My ex wife always told Lizz that I made bad people go away. That was our deal. I pay the bills, and she didnt drag my name though the mud. "I sure do sweetheart, why?" I replied "Will you make my daddy go away?" She asked, handing me a fist full of change. Upon counting it, it was about three dollars, hardly enough to kill a man for. "Why would I make him go away?" I inquired "He burns me with cigars, hits me and leaves dark bruises, he even hits my mom." the girl confided in me "Did he give you that black eye?" I asked, my blood beggining to boil. "Yeah" she nodded, and no sooner than she finished talking a man stumbled up to us and demanded the young girl go with him. He slurred his speech as though he had been drinking. As he got closer I could smell the bourbon on his breath. The little girl cowered behind my leg, as the man stumbled toward us. "Hide behind this tree and I'll make him go away forever, just dont look." I whispered to her as tears streamed down her face. She nodded and did as I had instructed. Remember how I said I don't rack a round for less than a hundred grand? I kept my policy because I chose to make this man feel the way he made his daughter feel. "Where's my daughter?" The drunk man shouted as I approached. I offered no reply, no excuse, nothing. I just grabbed the man by the throat and squeezed as hard as I could. I watched as his face began to turn purple, but before I finished his life, I decided to let him in on a little secret. As I saw the life in his eyes weaning away, I leaned in closer and whispered in his ear; "You'll never hurt them again.