[COMPLETED] 18+⚠️: Contains mature and sexual content // enemies to lovers
"I hate you." I repeated as I continued to walk toward her, causing her to touch the closed refrigerator with her back as she backed away. "I hate you so much that sometimes...
It is better to be hated for what you are than to be loved for what you are not. - André Gide, Autumn Leaves
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"Hmm, thanks for the call. Bye" I took the phone away from my ear and hung up. An interesting conversation.
Oh how good to have contacts at almost every security service on this planet. It only makes my job easier when it's not enough anyway.
Anyone who works for a secret organization is just incompetent and deserves to die. No exceptions. I have already killed many of them. The thrill I get when I choke or shoot someone to death is indescribable. I wouldn't give that up for anything in the world.
The police are the ones I laugh at the most. They can't do anything but eat donuts and drive around in their patrol cars. I guess their little brains are not developed enough for true crime. It's pathetic and funny at the same time.
Anything beyond giving out parking tickets is too difficult for them.
At least there are organizations like the CIA that give me a little variety. Otherwise, the whole thing does get boring. Somebody like us needs some entertainment. I like this game of 'good versus evil'. Especially when I win. I always win.
But not even the CIA could find us in the last 5 years. If we disappear, no one will find us. Unless I want them to. Even though I have to admit that this time it was not planned. At least not so early.
Since the last meeting, when I killed one of their new agents, I've been looking forward to seeing them again. Maybe they have new recruits with who I can have my fun.
The little agent I killed just moved into the field and had no experience. It was a shame that she worked for the wrong side and had to die because of it. As far as I remember she was the only CIA agent I met who was finally hot. Most are mustache wearing full idiots. And yes I mean the women too. But no idea what exactly she looked like. The night was pretty blurry. I had taken a hand full of drugs.
I must have been about 19 years old at that moment. And she didn't look a day older than 18. That time was rough. I was high and unfocused all the time. And I was also horny all the time.
Not that this had changed. I was still horny all the time. But I'm more focused now. It would suck if a mistake would happen to me because of my condition. But I was always lucky until now.
My insiders who calls often have saved my ass many times with their information. Just like this time. Apparently one of my men was discovered. It happened faster than expected. Still, it doesn't mess up my plan. Quite the opposite. I could hardly wait to finally live properly again.
I'll die soon if I have to spend one more day hidden underground. It's time to emerge again.
"Horan!" I called my partner's name out loud. After all, I knew the four of them were surely standing outside the door listening. They just can't help it.
