It’s for the best he’s probably another Gary, I tell myself. If only I could believe it.
Chapter 4
Dean
Ten Months Ago.
This was just another job, another night but they were starting to blend together. Blood and gore, their screams and cries were all becoming the same in my mind.
I was watching another target dance through the living room. This woman’s beauty was astounding, but that was only skin deep. This bitch was horribly sick, her insides probably were black and reeking.
She would die tonight for her nasty behavior. She killed the soon-to-be wife of one of the dons that my father knew. She was jealous that the other woman would be in his arms. Not because she loved him, but for the power, she was losing in the match.
Taking a deep breath, I let it loose just as something collided with me from behind. A soft feminine oomph rented the air and had me twist to collect the girl before she hit the concrete sidewalk.
Her eyes were a beautiful shade of brown that sparkled as the light danced over them.
“Oh god, I’m so…,” she swallows deeply “I’m so sorry,” she sighed.
I watched in fascination as my previous target’s ex-girlfriend tugged on her white V-neck. She adjusted the strap that crossed over her chest with her black leather purse.
This isn’t the first time I’ve seen her over the last two months. I’ve seen her at the coffee shop where she worked and also at the grocery store.
The last time she didn’t notice me, but I noticed her. She was hard not to notice with her long brown hair and sparkling brown eyes. Her short yet perfect body filled her jeans to perfection.
My arms were still holding her close, and her scent filled my every breath. She smelled like cherries, sweet, delicious cherries.
“You okay darin’?” My voice was low, and I watched in satisfaction as a little shudder moved over her.
She was feeling it too, and that thought brought a smile to my face.
“I keep doing this, I’m really sorry,” she whispered while lowering her head.
“Don’t worry about it darlin’,” I tell her gently.
My eyes scanned her body taking in the tight as fuck blue jeans that looked painted on and the tight white V-neck t-shirt she wore. I could see the hint of pink from her bra through the thin material. I couldn’t help but wonder if it was lacey or it if was more modest.
“If this keeps happening, I might die from embarrassment. I’m not normally this clumsy,” she tells me with a weak smile.
“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed,” I tease her.
Her cheeks turned a pretty shade of pink only a little darker than the pink bra she wore.
“I need to go,” she whispered and shook her head.
Slowly, my arms lower until they were against my sides. I felt as though I was losing something as she gave me a brief smile and dashed off like the hounds of hell were nipping at her heels.
You can run darlin’, but eventually, I’ll catch up to you. One of these little visits is going to go in my favor.
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