Assassins Have More Fun… If It’s The Right JobChapter 8
October 29
The Hotel Room
When I flipped open Kyler’s file I saw exactly what I’d expected. There was everything from football injuries to breaking girls’ heart’s. I shook my head in disapprovment. His file wasn’t the best I’ve seen, but most definitely not the worst. Hell, mine was way worse than this. But in my life, mine would be considered better if you know what I mean.
“Studying lover boy’s file?” Jake whispered as he lent over my shoulder to read. It caught me slightly off guard and I cringed away from the close proximity.
“A little bit. I wanted to see what his ‘Heart Break Rate’ was,” I said in a joking tone.
“Oh! I love that part of the job!” He sounded like an excited kid. So here’s the thing, every time we have a job with someone whom we know regularly breaks hearts we take a number called their ‘Heart Break Rate’. Then we all posted our numbers and keep track of them. Who ever had the highest at the end of the year got time off for personal stuff. It was a way to keep the job running and fun. “What’s his?”
“He goes through 10 girls a month,” I told him. “He’s cheated on some. So that brings it to 40. Plus he’s most definitely not a virgin. Brings it up to 70. Always kisses on the first day they’re together. We’re at 90 points! And never leaves a girl without fucking her senseless.”
“That brings us to a grand total of… 140 points!” Jake concluded. “Wow, that’s pretty high.” He then promptly took the file from my grasp and read it over. “What? I have to know what I’m going up against.” I rolled my eyes and sighed.
“Think you can handle yourself for 2 hours maybe?” I asked him.
“Maybe. Why?” Oh I loved how he basically doubted himself.
“Because we need food and other hygiene shit.”
“Ok. Don’t take too long because I’ll miss you,” he whined while I was stepping out the door. Wow. He was such a baby sometimes. “Don’t get yourself killed!” I barely heard him yell.
I whistled as I threw everything I needed from the shelves into my cart. I was getting the very last thing when familiar brown hair stepped into my vision. “Oh! Hey Kaylee!”
“Hey!” she called with a startled laugh. I chuckled to myself. Oh how normal teens didn’t pay much attention to their surroundings. As Kaylee approached me I was lost in thought for a second. They were thoughts like, what would I be right now if I hadn’t gone through such intense training.
“Hi there Kitty,” a deep voice said from behind me. I yelped in surprise and slight pain as arms wrapped around my waist and picked me up.
“Set me the hell down!” I yelled at the top of my lungs. People were staring at me as I thrashed around like a 3 year old. Of course one simple move would take down this half innocent fellow, but that would give something away now wouldn’t it. “Kyler! If you don’t set me down this instant I will kick you where no boy should ever be hit so hard!” I screamed.
“Rawr, kitty got claws,” he purred at me before he set me down. I rolled my eyes and turned back to Kaylee who was blushing deep red and punching her brother in the shoulder.
“Dude, leave my friend alone. She’s the only one of them that you haven’t banged,” the corners of her mouth stretched into a smirk as she spoke.
“You said we’d never speak of that! And since when do you have friends?” he snorted. This time I was the one punching him in the shoulder, but with just a tad bit more force.
