Tiff's Pov
The hot steam of the lingering shower had sent a small shiver down my back. Once I had stepped out from inside the shower, the cold crisp air of the apartment had surrounded me in the large fluffy towel. It did wonders on my back and all the soreness that came with the job as dangerous as the one I had. I wiped the steam from the mirror gazing at myself and the large mass of pink hair in my wake. I had cracked a simple smile before I had found myself shutting off the bathroom light with a solid flicker.
My wet feet padding into the hardwood floor. I had entered into my bedroom pushing open the double hinges doors. I was heading straight for my wardrobe. The shiver that went down through my body, was soon ignored. My bedroom balcony door was open. I managed to tucked the towel in to keep securing around and over my body. I had one pistol on the upper shelf of my closest I had whipped around quick like.
A little too late in my bliss state. I was pinned against the wall in a gentle manner. I stared into the hooded eyes. My expression soften, I knew who this was, who didn't know who this was. Even with the look of defeat and the beat up expression on his face, I would always recognize my friend John. Even when he didn't exactly enter in the right way like a regular human would do so.
"Hey Tiff.."
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The first thing in my mind wasn't to put my clothes on yet. I stared at the little token marker that was placed on the small area of my large bed. My other hand looking through my phone in a look of nothing but shock and astonishment. "They have a seven million dollar hit on you John? What the hell? I thought you weren't getting back through all this. They have you excommunicated?" I never thought I would see the day. John was an amazing assassins. One of the best of the best everyone knew his name. Everyone learned from him.
I set my phone down with a heavy was sight before looking back up at his beat up face and form. "I was tricked he had my marker and you know the rules blood bond.. He betrayed me Tiff.. I just need a quick place to lay low please." This was my good friend and who the hell in their right mind would even think about this.
From what he told me. He killed two of the high table?! Two, I was one to break the rules but this was another hard rule I could take.
"You saved my life.. So of course I gave you my marker for any reasons necessary.. You can stay here for as long as you need okay." I gave him a smile, taking the marker when he handed it back to me our palms slightly touching on the process.
"I wouldn't have come if I really didn't need it Tiff." I just gave him a playful stare in response. I go over to my wardrobe grabbing an outfit. I shut the door for a moment to change speaking behind the doors in amusement.
"Just let me clean you up, you are too old to be getting beat like this." I joked, coming back after once I was done. I tossed the towel to my dirty clothes hamper, I perked on my dresser to grab the first aid kit I usually kept there. I sat right back down on the bed. Seeing he was staring at me with his own exhausted like look of playfully there.
"You know I am as old as your father right?" It was my turn to give him usual look. I poured out all the items grabbing at the few I needed, watching the way he turned his body to fully face me now.
"I think we've been over this a few times. Who cares about the age as long as someone is attractive." I rolled my eyes with a giggle taking the cotton ball, I started to clean away at the wound on his jaw and over his cheekbone with soft ease humming quietly under my breath seeing his eyes watching me up and down.
