The HiT Series

by Margaret McHeyzer

  “15.”

  “What?”

  “You’ll address me as 15 until we’re back.”

  Lukas straightens his stance, he lifts his head and I see his persona change into the assassin he is.

  “You have two minutes, 15.”

  My body is totally covered in goose bumps reacting to the anticipation and frenzy coursing through my veins.

  Silently, I dress in the blacks and willingly join Lukas in his car.

  “Who’s the target?”

  “Keep your eyes on the scope. I’ll let you know when I see him.”

  “Him? Who is he?”

  “Focus.”

  I breathe in and out as I lay on the cold ground. We’ve taken shelter under an old willow tree, where there’s no light to give us away. The branches of the willow hang low enough that we can’t be seen if people glance toward us. The library is holding a fundraiser tonight in support of cancer prevention. I’m watching as the elite and wealthy get out of their cars and gracefully take the stairs.

  “Two targets tonight, 15.”

  I hear the words and they register, but I don’t respond.

  “Left, in the park opposite the library, you’ll find a man scoping out the scene. Take him out.”

  I swing the sniper rifle around and look through the scope. I find him, hiding, like me. I know what he is, because his rifle looks similar to the one I’m using. I breathe in, focus, and watch. He doesn’t know his life is about to end.

  My finger is over the trigger.

  I feel a second’s hesitation as my finger nervously squeezes the trigger. This is the moment that will change my life. This is the moment that will define me as a person. If I take the shot, I become a killer. If I don’t, then I’ll become the target.

  I depress my finger.

  Elation shoots through my entire body as the bullet leaves my rifle.

  My blood is pumping so fast I can hear it thumping in my ears.

  But I don’t dare take my eyes off the target as his head snaps back and he collapses to the ground.

  “There are only three left now, 15.”

  The top four assassins have just become three.

  “Swing it around. Your next target is a woman. When I have her in sight I’ll give you the target.”

  A woman? Why am I killing a woman?

  “She’s a people smuggler.” My unasked question answered, I’m happy to be killing this woman.

  I watch the attendees head into the hall one by one, with their perfect hair, flawless make-up and impeccable attire, just waiting for my target to appear.

  “Green dress, blonde hair. The man next her has a green tie on.”

  I scan the crowd and find her in my sights.

  Without a moment of hesitation, I watch as she falls forward to the side walk. I took her life from her.

  “Get up and move.” Lukas takes the sniper rifle and we’re in the car before I actually notice how fast we’ve gotten away.

  Police and ambulance sirens scream around us. Lukas drives within the speed limit and I lean back in my seat just taking in my surroundings.

  “Congratulations. Your share is a hundred thousand dollars.” These are the only words spoken until we get back to his building.

  With all the adrenalin running through my body, I’m not sure if I’m on a high or a low from what just happened. I mean, here I am at the age of sixteen, and I just killed one of the world’s top assassins, along with a woman.

  The first kill I’ve been paid for–I’m a professional now. My body is shaking with either elation or shock. I’m still unable to figure out which emotion it actually is. Lukas is ahead of me by maybe three or four steps. He hasn’t turned around to look at me yet. My mind suddenly clears.

  I'm not scared any longer.

  I stop mid-step when the realization hits me–fuck...I just killed.

  I look up. Lukas has turned around and is eying me with what I can only describe as yearning.

  My own emotions are running high, and my body is craving his.

  His hand disappears into his pants and instantly I’m attracted to the bulge there.

  Fuck, the cock he must be sporting under there!

  He unzips his jeans, pushes them down, and steps out of them. He isn’t wearing underwear. He yanks his shirt off over his head. When the light glints from a piece of metal on the end of his hard cock, I want to touch it. Lukas has a Prince Albert.

  My heart is beating at speeds I’ve never felt before, my entire being tingling with lust.

  "Is this okay, Anna?" He runs his hand slowly from tip to base and his cock is weeping. “15.” I correct him.

  Lukas’s hand grabs his cock tighter and his eyes roll to the back of his head. He groans softly at the noise of skin gliding over skin, and the sound finds its way directly to my pussy. I slide my hand inside my pants to feel how wet I am; the dampness on my fingers makes me sigh.

  "That is fucking awesome, 15. Do you want to keep watching me? I want to keep watching you.”

  I watch as his speed intensifies.

  Feeling an unknown desire centered in my own core, I quickly decide I want my first time to be with Lukas. With me in charge.

  "Don’t you dare come Lukas, not until I make you.” Lukas stops stroking his cock, small beads still seeping from his slit. I take all my clothes off and return to my own path to satisfaction. He watches closely as my fingers and thumb work furiously to provide my own release.

  "Fuck 15, I don’t think I can hold on.”

  I watch as his long fingers grip his cock tightly. The pressure on it must be just right, because he speeds up. I can tell by the look on his face that he’s close.

  "Don’t you fucking come, Lukas. I'll do that for you," I say, panting, as my body starts to tingle.

  A moan escapes me. My body starts to tighten, and I can feel my pussy walls closing in around my fingers. I throw my head back and cry out as I come.

  Tilting my head forward, I see Lukas watching me as I descend from my sky-high, self-induced orgasm.

  "Keep fucking your hand, but don’t you dare come." I saunter over to him and bring my hand up to touch his chest. He leans in to kiss me and I turn my face away from him "No. This is my adrenalin rush, not yours." I circle him slowly and run both my hands roughly over the ridges of his taut body. My fingers run over his abs as Lukas keeps stroking himself, leaning into me as I curve my body around his frame.

  "Ooohhh," he groans. "I want to fuck you, 15."

  "No." The power I’m wielding over him is intoxicating. I want more.

  I step around behind him and flatten my body up against his, my hands travelling the length of his torso. My left hand finds his cock and he releases it so I can take over. I lick his shoulder blade. "Don’t you fucking stop. We do this together.” Our fingers are entwined and we’re both squeezing and stroking as a joined unit. My right hand travels up his stomach forcing him closer to me. His right hand is under mine.

  “Fuck,” he moans.

  I lick his neck and a feral roar escapes from him.

  “I want you to stop, Lukas. I want you to stay where you are and keep your eyes closed.”

  His hand stills, then releases and both of his hands fall at his sides. I walk in front of him and see his eyes are shut and his mouth is partially opened; he’s panting.

  I lean in and lick the side of his mouth. Lukas tries to angle so he can kiss me.

  “I said no.” His chest heaves and he issues a ragged sigh. I bite on his chin and bring my hands up to rest on his chest. Slowly, I move them down the ridges of his chest and abdomen, lightly tracing every contour slowly with just my fingertips.

  “Do you want me?” I whisper in his ear. Lukas visibly shivers. “I said, do you want me?”

  “I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want you.”

  I lean into his chest and let my tits rub against him.

  “What do you want to do to me, Lukas?”

  “Anna, I want to…,” he be
gins, but I step away from him and break all contact. He opens his eyes after a few seconds. “What the hell just happened? Why are you over there?”

  “My name.” I’m standing in front of him, his eyes wandering all over my body. But he hasn’t realized why I stopped.

  “Anna,” Lukas says. I take another step back and lean down to get my discarded black top and pull it on. “I don’t understand. Anna…” I lift my pants and am just about to put the first leg on when he realizes.

  “15.” I look up at him, smile and still my movements. I stop getting dressed.

  “You’ve displeased me.”

  “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “I know you will.”

  “Come back.”

  “Fuck your hand as I watch.” He starts his stroking again. I slowly take my top off as Lukas finds his stride, groaning and moaning as his cock swells in his hand.

  Stripped bare, I sashay over to him and stop his masturbation. I watch Lukas watch me. His hands go to my hips as I delicately run my finger along his piercing.

  I flick it once and he groans.

  I flick it again. “Fuck me,” I say, and he shifts his weight so his cock is closer to me.

  “Don’t you dare rush this. I want to feel everything there’s to feel on my own without you pressuring me,” I tell him, looking straight into his eyes.

  I draw a lazy circle around the head of his cock, spreading his pre-cum with my thumb. My hand goes around him and squeezes with force. “Yes, please, 15, don’t stop.”

  I lift my left leg and hitch it around Lukas’s hip. He traps it there with his arm.

  “Fuck me,” I say.

  “With pleasure.”

  “Only with your fingers.”

  “I want my cock in you.”

  “Not yet.” I start licking his neck and he moves his head to the side, allowing me total access.

  His fingers find my wet pussy, while my hand teases his cock. Our bodies wear a thin layer of sweat, and we’re both breathing heavily. We move together, throbbing to the beat of the tune that only we can hear. My heart is pounding so loudly I’m sure Lukas can hear it. The carnal noises that emanate from my own throat are so erotic that just hearing them makes my pussy wetter.

  “I’m going to come, 15.”

  “Don’t. Get a condom.” Our bodies detangle as Lukas bolts to the bathroom and comes back with the entire box.

  “Put it on, Lukas.” Without hesitation he rolls it on and comes to stand in front of me. My nipples pebble as he leans in and takes my ear lobe in his mouth. This time I turn my head and kiss his lips. I don’t do it softly; we’re way past that. I devour his lips.

  I don’t give him a chance to say anything, pushing my tongue into his mouth. His arms snake around me as he tugs on my thighs. I wrap my legs around him and he walks me backwards until I find the now-cool steel of the Porsche temporarily suppressing my own body’s scorching blaze. He sits me up on the hood so my ass is leaning up against it.

  I disconnect from his mouth and lean back, my legs still wrapped around him as I stretch out on top of the hood. Lukas brings his hand up to run it down the valley between my breasts, leaving a hot trail behind his touch.

  He leans in and kisses my navel, his tongue circling it as one hand steadies my leg around him and the other hand pulls at my nipple. He moves his mouth up and licks my other nipple, my eyes now closed with my arms above my head. I luxuriate in all the new sensations coursing through my body.

  “Can I fuck you?” Lukas gasps into my ear.

  “Most definitely.”

  I’m not sure what to expect from him, or from sex for that matter. But the heightened excitement I feel in my body so far is more than I could have imagined.

  I open my eyes to watch as Lukas lines up his cock with my pussy.

  “This may hurt.”

  He pushes into me and I feel an overwhelming pressure, like I’m being ripped in two, but also like I’m being filled with the most delicious and extreme pleasure.

  Lukas stills so my body can adjust around him, but I don’t let him stop. I start moving my hips and he finds a rhythm we can both glide along to. His cock easily moves in and out, and I watch as he continues this sexy dance. His cock glistens with my own arousal.

  “Fuck baby, you watching us is turning me on.” Lukas’s neck muscles start to protrude and my own body is beginning to soar toward an orgasm. He leans in and sucks on my nipple. I arch my back, pressing it further into his mouth. His tempo increases as my body tightens.

  I shudder once, twice, and let out a growl as he roars and collapses on top of me.

  He continues kissing my breasts and his hands run from my hips all the way up to my shoulders.

  “You sure you’re a virgin, 15?”

  “Not anymore.”

  Three weeks pass and Lukas and I never speak about what happened on that night.

  I’m in the kitchen making us sandwiches when Lukas sits on a chair at the kitchen table.

  “Your training is almost over, Anna.”

  I keep slicing the tomatoes and cucumbers for our sandwiches as I listen to Lukas.

  “Okay.”

  “Once you leave, you and I will likely never see each other again. You need to watch your back and your front. With there now only being three top assassins, eventually you’ll become one of the tops, and others will try to kill you, just like you killed one three weeks ago.” I nod my head indicating I’m listening but won’t speak because now I’m in 15 mode and need to learn as much as I can.

  “To find work, check for advertisements the wealthy put in the papers. Only major papers though, nothing small town. The ads all read the same with just a few words changed. Usually something like, ‘Baggage handler needed,’ with just a phone number. The less information provided, the more likely they need an assassin. Once you start becoming known, the work will come to you. You may need someone you can trust to sort through the offers.”

  I know exactly who I can trust. I’ve already done some homework on him and I’ll be calling him soon with an offer I’m sure he’ll jump at. Especially when I mention his autistic older sister.

  “I need to tell you, though, word has already gotten out about the person who took out one of the top assassins. There hasn’t been much information about exactly who, but the word is circulating. Just because you’re a woman doesn’t mean you aren’t capable.” I look over my shoulder at Lukas, and for the first time I shoot him a look that indicates just how pissed off I am at his ‘woman’ statement.

  “You, my dear Anna, have exceeded every expectation I had for you. You truly will be great.” I smile as I butter the bread.

  “I have a job tonight; I’ll be out late. You can do whatever you like.”

  The entire time I’ve been silent and listened. I bring his lunch to him and sit opposite him as he takes a bite. We eat quietly, and when we both finish, Lukas stands and puts his plate in the sink. He stands behind my chair, puts a hand on my shoulder, and leans down to kiss my hair.

  The energy shifts between us, a feeling of dread crackles in the air.

  “Take care tonight. I’ll be fine.”

  “I know you will be.”

  Lukas goes upstairs to prepare. Three hours later he emerges, ready for his target. Without a word, he packs his car and leaves. I’m not sure how long he’ll be gone. All I know is I need to make a phone call.

  I pick my phone up and find the number I need.

  “Hello?”

  “I have a business proposition for you.”

  Agent is now on board. A few choice words and now he works solely for me.

  Part one of my plan has been executed smoothly.

  Part two may be a little more difficult, but I’ll see it through.

  Lukas arrives home looking almost forlorn.

  “What happened?”

  “This hit didn’t go too well, Anna.”

  “What does that mean?”

  “It just means I need to be al
one for a while.”

  Retreating back to my sofa bed, I open my latest book, Catcher in the Rye, and start reading.

  The next few days go by without training and without Lukas even coming down to eat. It seems like he’s wallowing in self-pity and self-loathing. On the eighth day, Lukas comes downstairs in his work clothes.

  “Get dressed. You’re coming with me. This will be a good target for you.”

  “I’ll be ready in five.” I slip on my black clothes. Lukas brings down his duffel of weapons. Looking through his bag he takes out a Sig, two Glocks, and one of the sniper rifles. He takes a few other guns out and he checks each one to make sure it’s loaded.

  Once we’re ready, we drive to our destination, which happens to be a six-story building in the decrepit part of town.

  “We’re going to a room up on the third floor. We’re looking for a black limousine, and our target usually sits in the middle of the back seat.” We go up to the floor he indicated, and I set up the rifle as Lukas watches me. He brings binoculars to his face and watches for the limousine. I unzip the duffel sitting next to me and quietly angle one of the Glocks so it’s within easy reach.

  “I see it through the binoculars, but it’s too far out for you to take. It’s close to two miles out.”

  Breathe.

  In and out.

  I calm my body and get it ready.

  I snap my eyes open and find the target in my scope. He’s too far out; there’s no way I could hit him from here. I count my breaths and watch as the limousine approaches. I zone out and can only hear my own breathing and Lukas’s steady breath.

  I can hear the engine noise becoming louder as the limousine approaches. One-point-six miles and closing. Closer. I can’t quite see the target, only the driver. Lying on my belly in front of this floor-to-ceiling window, I can almost make out the man in the back.

  One-point-one miles out and I have a perfect view of the Asian man sitting in the back seat. I let my now-determined finger squeeze the trigger. Seconds later, my bullet finds the heart of the man in the back seat. I exhale a breath I was holding in.

  “Well done, 15.” Lukas’s voice is full of cheer.

  I reach out and grab the Glock, rolling so fast Lukas doesn’t know what’s happened.