A. Moon
A. is 18 years old.
She is a member of tsar bomba.
A. is located in London at a place for comfort.
A. likes to exercise at the gym during off hours and is trying to compose music in order to get ahead professionally.
some boys take a beautiful girl &
hide her away from the rest of the world
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rule one of establishing dominance: take out the competition.
she wore white. there was no reason to do so, but it felt like a stark contrast between the darkness in her mind and what she was about to do. white seemed like a virginal and pure sort of color. nobody would expect her to do what she was about to do.
you can do this.
it was just another boardroom meeting - one she hadn't been included in, of course. the greediness of the men who had surrounded her father as "loyal allies" had sickened her to the point of her stomach actually turning at the thought of dealing with them. one by one, without second thoughts, she was going to have to dispatch of them. they were all hungry for the power kai had left them, and they all assumed that kai's pretty daughter wasn't going to do much.
she would be another doormat, just like the girls that often hung onto their arms like eye candy.
they didn't have high hopes for her because she had never been built for these responsibilities. if only they understood all of the lessons kai and joaquin had both taught her. if only they knew that she was a weapon, quietly waiting to prove herself.
when she entered the boardroom, she certainly stood out among the men in suits. their tattoos were covered, their hair was neat, and they were smoking cigars and drinking whiskey.
how unprofessional, acantha thought to herself as she walked up to the man sitting at the head of the table.
"this is my father's spot," she spoke, feeling several pairs of eyes land on her.
she didn't belong here. her bleached blonde hair, freshly done nails, and soft appearance didn't match the gruffness, the coldness of the men here.
but a gun didn't care what its owner looked like.
she slipped the small weapon from its hidden holster against her thigh. standing behind the man, she held the gun against his neck, then slowly slid the muzzle up to his temple.
acantha squeezed the trigger.
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Posted 4/27/2025, 9:00 PM
All characters in The Great Heist are fictitious. Any similarity to any person living or dead is merely coincidental.
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