Assassin's Baby (A Bad Boy Romance) (4 page)

EIGHT

He went over to Alexandra’s that night. Parallel parking his SUV on the narrow, steep Hollywood hills was a bitch. It was crammed, and he barely found a space which was two blocks from her home. He walked up the sloping hill and up the steps where he knocked on her door. She opened immediately, wearing nothing but a thong. Her tits looked so fucking sexy… Big, plump, swollen.

“You’re late.”

“Sorry, but I have to say it doesn’t look like you’re ready anyway.”

He waited inside for her to get ready, feeling oddly out of place on her couch. He was wearing an old suit which he hated to wear. He wasn’t a man who felt at home in a suit… Give him a dirty old jacket and a pair of cargo pants with big old worn in boots, and he’d be in heaven. But when it called for being well dressed, he succumbed. And tonight was no exception, for the two of them were going to one of the hottest clubs in Hollywood.

When she got ready after a good twenty minutes of Miles waiting on the couch, he drove them to a parking garage in West Hollywood. They got out and headed for the club some three blocks away. There was a large line, which Miles hated. He stood there fuming for a few minutes, still feeling restless from his last kill. It had done something to him, but rather than soften and humanize him; it had made him feel furious inside.

He quickly began to brush past the people in line, holding Alexandra’s arm with one hand and a wad of hundreds with the other. He made it to the front of the line where the big burly bouncer eyeballed him wearily, “Back of the line, man,” he said.

Miles held out the wad of hundreds and the man stared at it. He took a few of the bills and smiled, “Back of the line now.”

“What?”

“Back of the line if you want to get in at all.”

“You just took money from me.”

“You were waving it in front of my face.”

“That means we get in now.”

“Look man, it’s gonna be a forty minute wait. You didn’t say a thing about getting in from that money. You didn’t say anything at all. So naturally I assumed it was free money. Now I’ll be nice. You go wait in the middle of the line right there behind that big guy and his blonde girl.”

“I think we’ll go in now,” Miles smiled.

“Like I said…”

Miles clutched the man by his throat and rammed him up against the siding of the brick building. The man’s eyes bulged out and his face reddened as he groaned hoarsely through his constricted breathing. Another bouncer appeared and began to swiftly reach for Miles, but he wasn’t swift enough. Miles backhanded the man hard and fast and then kicked him in the stomach; still clutching the other man’s throat.

The second man doubled over and groaned and Miles gave him a knee to the face, sending him flying backwards and landing with a loud smack against the sidewalk. He rubbed his stomach and his head and groaned into the night air. Miles switched his attention back to the man he was choking and then was greeted by a head butt. The man had lunged forward and struck him against the forehead with his own head, sending Miles spiraling towards the ground.

He caught himself on his hands and sprung back upwards, sending an uppercut to the man’s jawline. The man stood dazedly for a moment, tripping over his own feet like he was doing a slow little dance. His eyes widened and then narrowed, his head spun, his eyes closed, and then he went falling down.

Now there were no more bouncers. Miles smiled and looked around, “Come on in, everybody,” he said to the long line of people gawking at him.

The crowd hesitated and then some of them began to file in behind Miles and Alexandra, who happened to be staring at him with an unidentifiable expression. Did she like what he’d just done? Or was she disgusted and frightened? Regardless, she held his hand tightly and followed him into the club, albeit full of hesitation and quick glances back at the bouncers who lay unconscious on the ground, who quickly were hidden from view by the large amount of people rushing in.

Miles took off his sports jacket and ran his fingers through his hair to ruffle it slightly. He held his sports jacket in his arm and pulled off his tie, folding it carefully and placing it in his pocket, “There’s so many people in here now, they’ll never be able to find us once they wake up.”

“I’d say they’ll be up pretty quickly. Some people looked like they were calling the cops.”

“Fuck ‘em,” Miles said, “Let ‘em come. There’s a fire exit we can take in the back of the club.”

“I don’t know if I’m scared of you for what you just did, or turned on. Either way, that was unlike anything I’ve ever seen.
Who are you
?” She asked.

Miles ordered them drinks and cocked his head sideways. He glared at her halfheartedly, “Just a guy who wanted to get him and his lady in the club. Let’s enjoy a drink here and then head out the back exit. I can feel the heat coming down.”

Which was a bit of an understatement. Blue and red lights were already flashing outside the entrance, and the sight was followed soon after by the appearance of four police officers walking one by one into the bar. Miles sipped his drink as he watched them carefully. Guns hadn’t been drawn; that was good. They looked passive and calm, that was good. It meant they were nearing the end of their shift, so they were tired and ready to go home. He could take a couple cops at once, but four was unlikely. He’d have to make sure they were separated somehow, split up in twos.

“There’s going to be a fight. Finish your drink quickly and then head to that back exit,” he pointed towards the back corner of the bar where a red-neon exit sign sat above a set of double-doors, “I’ll meet you out there.”

His disguise hadn’t worked as well as he’d planned. One of the bouncers was already on his feet. He was a big guy, even taller than Miles. He hovered over the sea of people and the first place he ended up looking was the bar. He pointed quickly at Miles; his eyes widening upon catching sight of him. His lips moved quickly and angrily and he was pointing frantically toward him. Miles finished his drink and casually dropped a bill on the counter. He gave a quick glance toward the emergency exit where he saw Alexandra waiting nervously.

He closed his eyes and zoned out for a few seconds, clearing his head in preparation for the oncoming fight.

It came hard and fast, but now how he’d wanted. The four cops along with the bouncer began to work their way through the crowd, searching for him. He quickly ducked down and began to squirm through the sea of people, trying to avoid them at all costs. Then he stood up and looked over the crowd. He worked his way toward the bouncer who was standing with one of the cops. The others had separated to try and find where he went.

He ducked down again. The club was extremely packed due to everyone coming in, which is what Miles had wanted. He wanted to be invisible. He wanted to be able to hide out in the sea of people. He could see the bouncer standing next to the cop through the sea of people, and he could see that the cop was holding a gun. Miles quickly turned around and decided that perhaps a fight wasn’t the safest move. Besides, it was an unnecessary risk given his career choice. If he’d been arrested then they might search his house and find all the weapons.

He began to move through the crowd, still ducked down. He was heading for the back door where he knew Alexandra was waiting. He didn’t make it there in time. As he fumbled through the mass of people standing and dancing, a navy blue uniform came into view directly before him, and he bumped right into one of the cops.

“
Shit
,” Miles looked up and stood face to face with one of the officers, another standing right by his side. The officer grabbed him by his upper arm and Miles knew he’d have to react quickly. He swung upwards and his fist made contact with the officer’s throat. The officer quickly fell backwards, crashing into the people hovering around them. The second officer reached for his gun but wasn’t quick enough; Miles caught him between the legs with a big, heavy kick to the balls.

He doubled over; his eyes bulging and his face puffy, “
Son of a…
” Miles gave him a hard-hitting punch to the cheek and sent him flying downwards where he landed on top of his partner.

And then Miles ran. He made it to the back exit and grabbed Alexandra by the arm, leading her out into the night where they booked it to his vehicle and got inside. He fired up the engine and pulled out at a normal speed, not wanting to attract any attention. They took a left to avoid passing the club and worked their way down to the 405 freeway. They drove in mostly silence until he reached the 10 which he swerved onto, heading toward Santa Monica.

“Who are you?” She asked.

“I’m not a good man for you. I’ve got a bad past and a box full of secrets,” he said.

“Tell me, Miles.”

“No.”

“You’re so mysterious and so bad. And you know what’s weird? It makes me want you even more…”

“You might not know what you’re getting yourself into. In fact, I can count on it.”

“It’s things like that which turn me on. You make it sound like I’m about to enter a life of crime.”

Miles turned and looked at her. He wanted to say that she was exactly right. He wanted to warn her off. He wanted to turn around and drop her off, never to see her again.

But he didn’t really want any of that at all. He wanted her more than anything he’d ever wanted. And he was going to make sure he kept her.

He was going to make sure that she was his.

He started by touching her pussy when they got home. It felt moist and tender beneath her panties. Probably still sore from the night before. He’d go easy on her this time. No sex. They’d just fool around and maybe he’d get her to suck him off. Miles liked a good blowjob, and he used to like them from different women; but this one was changing him. He’d never think about cheating on her. She was all he wanted. Those long flowing locks of silky hair, those blue eyes… Not to mention the plump lips covered in lip stick. Her tan skin looked like she’d just stepped off a yacht. She was the perfect match for him; the perfect arm candy for a millionaire bad boy like himself.

He rubbed her gently, not wanting to hurt her. He didn’t want to make it seem painful. Then he felt her lips press against his and she gently stuck the tip of her tongue in his mouth. He rubbed her harder, pressing his fingers against the satin material of her thong, and then sliding them down the lacy crack and squeezing her cheeks as she leaned back and gasped.

She reached for his crotch and carefully unclasped his belt. Then she unzipped his pants and went to work like the sex pot he knew she was. She stroked him for a few minutes while they made out, and then Miles found himself pulling her dress down from her shoulders and staring at the cleavage in the tight coral bra she was wearing.

He tore the bra off and let her tits flop out. They looked amazing. Gently, he licked each tit, back and forth, and then he began to suck on them hungrily. He squeezed her breasts as he sucked on her nipples, and she stroked his throbbing cock. After a few minutes he pulled away and lay back on the couch, letting her know what he wanted without having to say a word. She went to work on it, fast.

Alexandra opened her mouth and let Miles inside. He was throbbing like a motherfucker by that point, feeling like he was going to blow his load any minute. She tightened her plump lips around his shaft and
sucked
. It wasn’t any old blowjob. Not like the ones where they just glide their mouth up and down your cock – no, Alexandra really
sucked
– like she was trying to get Miles to spill his cum as fast as possible.

Alexandra pulled away for a second and held Miles’ cock as she crawled to the floor. Beneath him, she rested on her knees as she craned her neck forward and put him back into her mouth. Up and down her head went, and Miles ran his fingers through her hair before clamping them against her head and guiding her mouth all the way up and all the way down his big cock. Her long nails ran along his loin as she deep throated him, and he blew my load in a matter of seconds.

They ended up seeing one another every day after that. For a good week everything was pefect. No hiccups, no interruptions. The police never came, which Miles knew they wouldn’t. They didn’t go out, just hung out in Malibu and played on the sand. They got to know each other deeply; or as deeply as two people could get to know one another within a week’s time. They wrestled gently and fell into the tide of the cold Pacific together, hand in hand. Miles kissed her as the sea swallowed them up, and then he looked into her eyes as the tide retreated.

Her hair was a mess. Soaking wet and covering her face in strands. She had sand all over her cheeks. Her eyes were bloodshot from the salty water. Her lips were cracked slightly from the sun.

And she was so beautiful
.
And he wanted her more than he’d ever desired anything
.
She was his, and always would be
.

And then they found out she was having his baby.

*

NINE

It started like it always did, with her missing her period. She’d just gotten off work and went to get a pregnancy test. After going to Miles’ house, she took it with him standing in the bathroom. It was positive. Miles hovered over her, staring at the positive result. He shook his head, “What do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. What do you think?”

“It’s your body, your choice. But I think you should have it,” he said firmly.

Her eyes lit up, “You really mean that?”

“Let’s get married, Alex,” he said.

“You mean it?”

“I was prepared for this moment. In case it happened I… Well…” Miles kneeled down on one knee and grabbed something from his pocket. It was a gorgeous ring; the most beautiful and expensive looking that Alexandra had ever seen. He held it before him and it radiated in the bright lighting of the bathroom. The ocean was loud beneath them outside the window and the sunlight beamed and was reflected off the rose gold the ring was made of, “Marry me,” Miles said.

Alexandra’s eyes bulged out; her face reddened and her lips trembled. She began to cry and she almost fell from the toilet as she slumped off of it and met Miles on the floor, “You mean this?”

“More than anything I’ve ever met. But I need to tell you what I really do for a living… I…”

“No,” she cut him off, “I know you’re not exactly what you say you are. I saw the way you took out those bouncers and the police. I know you’re a bad man, Miles… But you’re also a good one deep down. I don’t want you to tell me what it is you do.”

“Are you going to say yes, or what?”

Alexandra began to cry and laugh at the same time, “
Yes,
oh
yes
, I want to marry you.”

They kissed for a long time. Miles held her in his arms and peered at the pregnancy test which lay in the trash can below him. He was going to have a baby, but would it force him to make changes?