E sighed heavily. "I know it's risky, but you're in too deep, my friend," he said urgently.
I took another long pull of my beer, the weight of the situation pressing down. "Fine," I relented, "but promise me you'll be careful and not get me killed with this shit," I mumbled, trying to breathe through the creeping panic.
“You'll be fine, War.” E said, but I could hear the laughter behind his words.
"Remember, my job isn't to fucking stalk people, Foley. We already went over this shit. You know what I do—I kill people. Got any of those for me?" I asked, a flicker of hope in my chest. Anything to quiet the voices the meds couldn't touch.
"Actually, yeah, I do. Meet me at my place in an hour, and I'll give you the target info."
I let out a deep breath, the tension easing slightly. "Fine, I'll be there," I said, hanging up.
As I rose from the couch, the task ahead settled over me. I watched the feed, then gathered my things. This was what I did best, and I’d deliver. Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake off the unease. But as I glanced out the window, a figure in the shadows caught my eye. My heart slammed against my ribs.
It was her. The woman.
She’d been there the whole time, watching my house. And I knew, with chilling certainty, that I'd stepped into something far more dangerous than I'd fucking imagined. She stood there, watching me, the snowflakes catching in her long, platinum blonde hair. I was absolutely mesmerized, even though she looked fucking furious.
Her green eyes, gleaming under the moonlight, held a dark secret, and she guarded it well. Platinum waves cascaded down her back, accentuating her perfect cheekbones. A few strands framed her face, almost angelic. Her lips, in a tight, angry frown, were full and glossy, making me wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock. She had taken me there already, and I didn't even know who she was.
Even though she was small, she was a fighter. I could tell. And those hips and legs that went on for days? I could easily imagine them wrapped around me. She was fucking stunning but guarded, and I was determined to find out why.
I watched her, observing her every move as she walked toward my front door with a determined stride, refusing to back down. Draped in black leather that clung to her curves and highlighted the best parts of her, her black heeled boots clicked against the icy ground and echoed in my ears even from inside. Suddenly, I felt a burning need to unravel the mystery behind her guarded persona.
As the snow continued to fall, her image wouldn't leave my mind. I could still see the defiance in her eyes, the strength in her stance, and the vulnerability hidden beneath the surface. I couldn't deny the intense attraction, and I was determined to break down her walls—even though I didn’t even know her fucking name.
Gathering my resolve, I decided to go out there, knowing it wouldn't be easy to get past her defenses. Something about herdrew me in. I needed to understand the dark secrets behind those captivating green eyes.
With a surge of determination, I set out to unravel the enigma.
Still wondering how the hell she knew where I lived, I lit a cigarette, preparing myself for the cold. With a smirk, I slipped on my coat and walked outside, ready to meet the woman standing in front of my house.
Was this payback for staking out her place? I guess we were about to find out. Walking towards her, I shoved my hands in my pockets and kept my head down, letting the snow dust my hair.
"Can I help you?" I asked, hitting her with her own line.
"Why were you watching my house for two days?" she asked, blowing smoke directly in my face as if she didn't give a damn.
"Who said I was watching your house?" I smirked, unable to look away from her beauty and how fucking savage she was.
"Please. It was obvious. Who are you, and what the hell do you want?" She fired back, making my cock twitch. She was turning me on already.
"Maybe I'm someone who's interested in getting to know you better," I replied, trying to play it cool.
"You have a fucking weird way of showing it," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I guess I could blame it on curiosity," I said with a smirk.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know." She winked, her posture completely perfect.
"But satisfaction brought it back," I replied, chuckling.
"Alright, you win. I'm not here for any fucking games," she said in a vicious tone.
We stood facing each other, neither of us willing to break the silence. Instead, we held an intense stare off.
"Who sent you to my fucking house?" she asked, smoking her cigarette, putting it between her plump lips that I kept wishing were wrapped around my cock.
"Nobody," I told her, wondering if she could see through my lie.
