Assassin's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) (5 page)

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ONE MONTH LATER

The wedding was in Vegas, which was sin city. Miles liked Vegas. He liked the lights, and he liked how the city was pure and honest. It didn’t try to hide what it was. The devils weren’t cowering in the shadows. They were out in the open, they were walking in plain view. It was quick and to the point, without any guests. Miles had no friends, and neither did Alexandra. Neither of them wanted friends since they had each other.

After the wedding they stepped out into the warm desert air. It was mid-afternoon and the highs were reaching the low hundreds. Miles held the door for his bride and they hopped inside. Miles had a meeting in town a few hours later, and then the honeymoon would commence. They were going to the Caribbean, a place neither of them had ever been – and it just so happened that a job had popped up in the Caribbean.

They drove to their hotel which was a penthouse on the top floor of a high rise overlooking the strip. The desert suffocated in the distance with heat waves rising from the hard dirt. Miles tossed Alexandra on the bed and pulled off his clothes. His tattooed body never failed to turn Alexandra on, and this time it turned her on even more. He was so ripped, so fit. He walked over to her and jumped on the bed. He tore off her dress and began to sandwich his face between her large breasts.

There was a knock at the door, a quick steady beat of three knocks. Miles looked up and threw on his pants, along with a tank top, “Be right back,” he said.

Alexandra waited on the bed. She wanted him to return and hated that they’d been interrupted. For the first time she was married, and she had a feeling it would be the last. She’d fallen hard for this bad boy, not even knowing what his real profession was. He’d shown her over the last month some of the books he’d written, and they were competently crafted thrillers that even she had to admit were good; despite not being a reader of the genre.

So what
did
the bad boy do for a living? Something illegal? It certainly seemed so, because although his books were ranked extremely well in terms of sales, they alone weren’t enough to buy a ten million dollar house overlooking the Pacific Ocean in Malibu of all places. As she lay on the bed waiting for her man to return, she heard the door open and then a gunshot ring out.

She stood to her feet and hunkered down, frantically crawling to the bedroom door where she glanced out with worried eyes full of terror. Miles was on the ground and the groans of he and another man filled the air. He was wrestling with some unknown assailant, holding him pinned to the ground. Then the assailant flipped himself over with a great amount of struggled and was now holding Miles in a headlock. Alexandra wanted to rush forward and help him, but there was no need after all.

Miles began to bite at the man’s ear and tore it clear off. The man slung his head back and howled in miserable pain as blood ran and spurted from the hole where his ear used to be, and Miles used this short interval to punch the man in the throat. The man’s howling turned to a choking gurgle and Miles kneed him in the balls before tossing him off. He stood up straight and kicked the man in the ribs before diving back down onto his knees and grabbing the man by his shirt collar.

“Who are you working for?
Who
?” He screamed

“Fuck…
you
.” The man chortled.

Miles elbowed the man in the ribs and the sound of cracking filled the air. He put the man in a headlock and spun him around so that the man was sitting on his lap as he cut off his breathing, “I’ll ask you again, and if you don’t answer you’ll be facing some majorly painful consequences.”

The man gasped,
“Fuck you
.”

Miles twisted the man up to his feet and threw him to a chair. Then he turned and faced Alexandra, “Get me my briefcase.”

Alexandra paused.

“
Now
!”

She rushed to the bedroom and rummaged around their luggage until finding his briefcase. She took it to him and he grabbed it and quickly opened it. Inside were many tools and items, from handcuffs to pocket knives to rope. He pulled out the rope and began to tie the man to the chair, binding both hands and ankles to the arms and legs. Then he stood to his feet and wiped the sweat from his brow.

“You just entered a world of misery. You come to my room and try to kill me, putting my
wife
in danger? You just signed your death warrant, you sick fuck.” He smacked the man in the face.

“I work for no one,” the man gasped, “No one you’ll ever find.”

Miles kicked the man in the crotch and sent the chair falling backwards. It landed with a loud crack as the back of the assailant’s head crashed against the floor. Miles grabbed the man by his hairline and pulled him back up, through the man’s screams of pain.

“Tell me now,” he said calmly, “Who you work for.”

The man spat against Miles face. His saliva was streaked with blood, and Miles closed his eyes and took a deep breath as he wiped it from his cheek. He stared at the man and grabbed him by the throat, screaming with fury as he shook and choked him. The chair legs rattled around the floor and Alexandra watched in horror as her husband tortured the man. He began to thrust his thumbs into the man’s eyes and only pulled out once the man finally started to speak through his savage cries some ten seconds later.

“
I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you… Just don’t kill me,
please!”

Miles withdrew his thumbs from the man’s eye sockets. He crossed his muscular, inked up arms and waited for him to speak, “I’m waiting.”

“Gulliver Jones in L.A. I work for Gulliver Jones, okay? Please let me go now.”

“Gulliver Jones?”

The man meant a lot to Miles. In fact, Gulliver Jones was the man who’d employed him for more than a few hits. He was a real estate mogul on the West Side who specialized in properties in Santa Monica and the Pacific Palisades. He was very wealthy, much more than Miles, and he always seemed innocent except for the fact that he had many people on his hit list. Apparently, Miles had now become the next.

“Why? Why did he hire you?”

“To kill you.”

“
No shit
, but
why
?”

“I don’t know, man. He fucking hired me like he’s hired me before. He doesn’t tell me why, he just tells me who. Don’t you get it?”

“Where is he now?”

“Where is always is, L.A.”

“He has a lot of property.”

“I spoke to him last night before I left. He told me to be extra careful with you.”

“Well you failed.”

“He was at his house in Brentwood. He was watching TV and looked restless. He was chain smoking and seemed drunk.”

“He hired you on this short notice?”

“No, it had been a week ago, but he told me to wait and study you.”

“I’ve never noticed you around me.”

“I followed you here. Sat outside when you were saying your vows. I’ve been around you the whole time.”

Miles’ head was spinning. It was hard for him to comprehend that this man had been tracking him for a week without him noticing. He didn’t want to believe it, but he knew the man must have been telling the truth.

“Brentwood? What’s the address?”

“I can’t tell you that, he’ll kill me.”

“I’m going to kill you if you don’t tell me.”

The man began to cry and rock back and forth in the chair which he was still tied tightly to. He gave up the address and begged for his life, but Miles knew there was no getting rid of this mess with any loose ends not being taken care of. He told Alexandra to go into the bedroom, but after pleading with her, she refused.

“You’re not going to like this,” he said, “I’m warning you, honey.”

“I need to see this. I need to see what you’re capable of.”

Miles stared at her longingly, as if silently begging her to look away. But she wouldn’t. As the man writhed on the chair, Miles reached into the briefcase and pulled out a dagger. He walked slowly behind the chair and gripped the man by the face, covering his mouth to soften his cries. Then he penetrated his chest with the tip of the knife, and slid the entire blade inside of him. The man’s mouth opened and he tried biting at Miles for a brief second, but then he quit moving.

He was dead.

Alexandra watched as her husband wiped the blood from the blade on the man’s pants. She watched as her husband placed the knife back into the briefcase. She watched as her husband untied the man and began to place him in a trash bag. She watched as he carefully cleaned the blood from the floor. She watched as he stuffed the man into a large suitcase he’d emptied, and she watched as he rolled the luggage out the door to dispose of the body.

TEN

The honeymoon went as planned, despite the horror fest that had occurred in their suite. Their flight landed in the wee hours of the morning and they were escorted to their resort in a limousine. The murder wasn’t discussed again, until they lay in bed that morning. Alexandra couldn’t take her mind off of it. She couldn’t believe she was married to a man so capable of violence, murder, and anger.

But he’d never shown signs of anger to her. Cocky, sure, arrogant, yes. But angry? Never. In fact he was quite the opposite. He was always calm, self-assured, and sweet to her. He didn’t seem to have a massive ego despite his success, and you’d have never known him to be capable of brutal murder if you knew him. And yet, despite all that… She found herself oddly aroused at how far he’d taken it. She found herself feeling safe and protected around him. He didn’t back down, he went all the way.

He took the man and stabbed him through the heart after he’d been threatened by him – after
she
in turn had also been threatened by him. He was a man’s man, but she knew now more than ever that he was hiding his occupation. He’d volunteered to tell her, and had even
wanted
to tell her on more than one occasion – but she wouldn’t have it. She preferred not knowing, until now. She was ready. She felt like she already had an idea, but she wasn’t one hundred percent sure.

They lay in bed and looked out the back balcony. The stars were full in the sky, along with the moon. It cast an illuminating glow onto the water. It was a gorgeous place, but Alexandra felt she wasn’t fully enjoying it because of all the violence she’d just encountered – she’d never seen anything so brutal, not even in a film. His calm expression as he murdered the man was that of a professional; one who did this quite often.

“I’m ready to know what it is exactly that you do,” she said finally.

He sighed and nodded, “I know you are, and I’m glad. I’ve wanted to tell you from day one.”

“So what is it? Are you a killer.”

“Yes, I’m an assassin.”

She paused, gulped, “For who?”

“For the high-ups in society who hire me. The ones who I know are safe to do business with. I don’t take any old job. I only work with people who are very powerful and influential. People like the man who double crossed me and put a hit on
me
.”

“Who do you kill?”

“I choose not to know them. I don’t know more than a few things about them before I take them out, and after I take them out I quickly forget those few things that I did know. I prefer it that way. It keeps me sane.”

“I’d lose my mind,” Alexandra said.

“Is this a game changer for you?”

She paused a beat, “No. When I saw how much of a protector you are today… What you’ll do to ensure my safety and well-being, well… I have to say, it made me feel so safe. I feel like you’ll always protect me.”

“You’re right. I always will,” Miles said.

“I want you to make love to me. I don’t want you to fuck me. I want you to love me.”

“I don’t do that,” he said.

“Do it for me.”

He rolled onto her, clamping his hands over her wrists. He held her there firmly and ran his tongue down her neck to her breasts. He sucked on them tightly as he massaged her pussy, and then he let his tongue slide down her torso to her shaved pussy. He stroked her clit with the tip of his tongue and then spread her legs and ate her pussy so good that it made her come. She slung her head back and let out a yelp of pleasure, and then was silent as the orgasm passed.

“You like that?” He asked, “I’m making love to you…”

His tongue slipped back into her pussy and he swirled it around the gorgeous wet pink, and then he slid his tongue back up her torso to her neck, which he sucked on lightly. His big, throbbing cock slipped inside of her pussy and she groaned with pleasure as he slowly made love to her. His cock pulsated within the tight walls of her cunt and she moaned happily as he barreled back and forth, in and out of her sweet tightness.

“Baby…” he moaned

“Oh, Miles… Oh, god yes…”

He thrust harder and then held himself – burrowed inside of her pussy balls deep. He throbbed within her; his bare and unprotected cock feeling so magical within her tightness. There was no point in protection at this point… She was already bearing his seed. He pulled out and rammed into her savagely and she yelped and flailed her arms.

“You see,” he said, “You don’t like love-making. You like
fucking
…”

She succumbed to him, “I guess you’re right… Keep thrusting…”

Miles began to fuck her intensely. Love making wasn’t for him, and he knew it wasn’t for her either.
Fucking
was what he liked, which is why he was ramming himself in and out of her. He’d never been with a woman who made him feel this way. Before he met her he’d have laughed in a girl’s face if she’d asked him about getting married. But this one hadn’t even asked; he’d merely proposed and she said yes… Proposal to him was always something that seemed alien. He never understood why someone would get married, but he’d never known true love.

Now he knew.

He pulled his throbbing cock from within her vaginal walls and flipped her on her side. Biting her shoulder teasingly, he slipped back inside of her and spread her gorgeous ass cheeks apart as he barreled into her pussy. He was so big; the biggest Alexandra had ever had by far… And she loved his big cock as it stretched her open.

Miles wasn’t focused on the fact that he was a human target. He wasn’t focused on the fact that his life was under fire. He wasn’t focused on the fact that he might be killed when they landed back on Los Angeles soil. He was in the moment; zen. He was at peace; in pure sexual bliss. He fucked his newlywed wife for a good ten minutes until he emptied himself inside of her.

Gasping for air, the orgasm seemed to be never ending. His cum shot was fierce and heavy, and he remained inside of her until he was certain he’d finished. Pulling out, he spanked her bottom teasingly and leaned down to kiss her cheek, “I love you,” he said.

“I love you more,” Alexandra said playfully.

They fell asleep.