Crimes Of Passion | harry styles

1.

Adeliya Morozova

"You fucking piece of useless shit!" I yell, making him flinch and take a few steps back. "This is the second time you fuck up, in two days. You know what that means, fucker?"

He swallows hard as his eyes divert to his shoes, and I swear I can see him practically shaking. His whole demeanor has changed into a submissive one, not that he had much dominance to begin with. I can't actually believe my father recruited this worthless idiot.

I clear my throat and take a step towards him, closing the gap between us. We are now standing mere inches from each other and still he avoids looking at me. I grab him by his chin, forcing him to meet my eyes. "Fucking look at me when I speak to you." Panic floods his eyes and within seconds he's crying. 

Fucking Jeremy.

I roll my eyes, his chin still in my hand to keep him from moving. I yank it just a bit, making him whimper in fear. I get even closer and lean into the side of his face, getting at his ear. "I asked you a question, sweetheart."

I stay still beside his ear, but moving down so he can feel my hot breath against his skin. I know exactly the way this affects him, he's all covered in goosebumps - a combination of fear and lust. I slowly take my tongue out licking his neck from his collarbone up to his ear, he shudders again. 

I chuckle sadistically, "If I were you right now, I'd be very cooperative." His breath hitches in his throat, making me smirk. I place a kiss right under his ear, to which he releases a quiet moan. "Question is," I kiss him again, this time a little harder, sucking lightly on his skin before letting go. "Are you?" I stop kissing him and move to the front of his face again, staring at his blue eyes and then his pink lips. Smirking, I lean forward to close the gap between us.

Well, that's what he thinks.

In one swift motion, I grab the gun from my belt and put it right to the side of his head and pull the trigger. 

The bullet pierces through his skull, but not all the way through. Blood splatters all over my face as I decide to end his life right in front of me. He doesn't die instantly, he manages to see my devilish grin before he does, making the sight of his own killer, smiling, the last thing he'll ever see.

He's still standing up, but only because of my grip still on his chin. I watch the life drain from him completely before shoving him to the floor, blood pooling around him mere seconds after he hits it.

I roll my eyes at the sight. Here we are again - in yet another fancy hotel room in some fancy hotel, a corpse on the floor and blood splattered all over me. It's a procedure I've grown quite bored of after all these years, it gets harder and harder to find creative ways for the victims to go. This one however, did not go as planned.

I wanted to fuck him so hard, making him cum and the second he did, I'd put a knife through his chest. That way I'd also get to watch him struggle for a bit. It's always the struggle that's the best part. People are so different when it comes to that part. Some beg for their lives, some beg for forgiveness, some pray, some ask me to pass a message to their loved ones. As if.

I'm not usually this impatient with the victims, but this guy has been on my nerves to whole night. He had one job. The only thing he had to do was to find this man called Rodrick Hayes, steal the usb-stick from him and then I would do the rest. Simple, very simple.

But of course, when it came to fucking Jeremy, it was near impossible.

He started off strong by trying to rob the wrong guy, rookie mistake, making the guests at the banquet move their attention towards him. I could only play along and roll my eyes at the sight, the kid was completely hopeless. After that, he tried again to find Rodrick, and after a few minutes he got it right.