Mr & Mr Hitman

Ashes

Frowning with a raised eyebrow, Samuel stood up. He was quite disappointed at the lack of pain his victim was showing. Sighing, he threw the penkinfe across the room, immediately catching the attention of Matthew who was in daze, imagining what cruel atrocities he would be the subject of.

"I'm getting bored," our protagonist announced, grinning, "Matthew Field, your time has come."

"What, do you expect me to beg?", Matt spat on the ground, feeling his throat dry up, "I'm not a queer like your sleeping beauty over there," he grinned like a mad man.

Just how much fucking annoying can he get?

"Shut," Samuel swiftly lifted his foot, striking the man's face as he splurted blood from his nose, "your filthy mouth," he cleared his throat, "Anyway, do you have any like, last words for your son?", he rose an eyebrow.

Matthew didn't reply, instead he just eyed his captor down; in his mind, he still had a chance to run away.

"I'll take that as a no," Samuel sighed, turning away to exit the warehouse.

"Wait," Matthew spoke, puzzled. "Wait!", he yelled louder, "What are you doing? Hey!"

His voice faded, not by much, as Samuel closed the gates. He glanced as his still slumbering boyfriend with a mental note to never leave him alone to go torture people.

And the moment he anticipated was finally here. It was almost like his lighter was screaming to him to make use of it. He looked back at the building, taking a step forward, his thumb already on the trigger. Matthew was still yelling, his body paralysed by the treatment he was offered.

His familiar smirk was back. Admist his thrist for revenge, he enjoyed this. It was a while since he'd gotten a hold of someone outside a commission, and he had every reason to do these unquestionable things to that human.

Click.

His brown eyes perfectly blended with the yellowish orange of the flame in front of him, orbs shining with excitement, doused with malfeasance when he just dropped the lighter on the ground. He hastily took steps back, not once turning his back, to admire the raging fire that would birth itself.

Minutes passed, Matthew's yells had ceased, he was either dead or unconscious, but whatever the case was, with the smoke propagaging itself, he had no way of survival.

Samuel picked Cameron again, muttering a, "You better make up for this," he walked to the direction of the car, occasionally looking back at the disaster he caused.

"Say C, isn't it spreading rather beautifully?"

"What's on your mind? Worried about our boys?", Olivia blinked, taking another sip of water as her throat craved hydration, "I'm sure it'll be alright."

"No, it's not that," Priscilla rested her head on her steering wheel, "I don't know what to do."

"Regarding what?", Olivia tilted her head, "I can't help you if you don't elaborate," she smiled.

"I don't think you'll be able to help either way," Priscilla chuckled.

"Hey now I might be younger but I've been through stuff too," Olivia coughed, "Come on, from lady to lady."

"You think I'm a lady?"

"Of course you are," the mother gasped, "Or do you prefer otherwise?"

"Meh no," the Australian woman straightened her back, leaning in her seat, "I'm not exactly what you call a 'lady' still."

"I ordered some random guy to kill the father of my child do you really think I'm a 'lady'?", Olivia rolled her eyes, "Labels are always misleading to be fair."

"How do you cope with that? You know the whole 'killing the love of my life' thing?", Priscilla finally managed to speak truthfully.

"Why?", the other woman stared at her, eyes wide opened.

"I-", Priscilla shook her head.

What am I doing? Complaining to a girl who went through one of the worst times of her life.

"You know what, forget it," she chuckled nervously.

"Now, now don't hook me up then leave me hanging like that," Olivia tilted her head, "Come on don't treat me like a stranger," she sighed.

"You know how relationships don't always work?", Priscilla started hesitantly.

"It's about Candace, isn't it?", Olivia inquired, her expression somehow hardened, eyebrows furrowed with a subtle frown, "Why do you want to 'kill the love of your life'?"

She caught the driver by surprise, "Why would you assume that?"

"It's pretty obvious. I'd say you're as good as being secretive as Samuel and Cam are at hiding their identities."

"You're a smart one huh."

"No," Olivia chuckled, "You all are just too easy to read," she nodded behind Priscilla, gesturing for her to turn around, a smile creeping on her face when she noticed the silhouettes approaching, "Let's keep this talk for later."

...

Olivia really just roasted the three most daring characters in this book.

Outta control we stan her.