*****UNEDITED*****
"Stay back!" I warn him.
"Relax."
His voice was soothing, but I still can't let my guard down. He's still a killer...
He didn't try to force the door open but he stayed close, too close. I can feel his minty breath on me as I look at him closely for the first time.
He had dark chocolate brown curls that are pulled back. His eyes were the most beautiful shade of green I've ever seen. He had soft pink lips and pearly white teeth. Holy shït, he's hot.
"What's your name?" he ask. He had a strong British accent.
I furrow my brows. "You don't need to know my name."
He smirks. "I'll end up knowing either way."
"What do you want from me?"
"You."
Who the heck do he think he is? I slam the door but he placed his foot there, preventing me from closing it.
"Leave me alone!" I yell as I keep trying to close the door and trying to kick his foot out of the way.
"Okay! S-sorry! Ow! Just let me talk to you for a minute, let me in," he plead.
I shook my head. "No, you're not coming in."
"Fine, then come out here instead," he said, indicating the porch.
"How can I trust you?"
"If I wanted to hurt you, I would have by now."
I sigh, letting the door open and step out, closing it before turning to him.
"Why did you kill him?" I ask.
He look at me with a grim expression. "He broke into my house and shot my father."
"I-I'm sorry."
"If I wasn't there, you would have killed him yourself, why?"
Dammit. He can't know who I work for. For him to know that I even do this kind of job is a risk for me too.
"He's a criminal," I finally stutter out.
"But that would make you a criminal too, a killer to be exact."
I scoff. I am a killer already. "But I would be saving lives at the same time, wouldn't I?"
He smirks. "Maybe, but why do you do it? Can you bare the fact that you would have killed someone with your own hands? Or gun, in fact."
I narrow my eyes at him. "You're the one that killed him, so you should answer that question."
"It's simple, revenge is revenge," he said without looking away. "I won't allow them to hurt the people I love, not anymore." He whispers the last 2 words.
I finally muster my courage to ask him this question. "Do you work for someone?"
"No," he shakes his head. "I work for myself."
I nod, unsure if that makes him more dangerous or safer.
No, I mentally slap myself for even thinking he's safe to be around. They are never safe if they're not on your team. Even if they are on your team, it doesn't always make them safe. Trust is the hardest to gain, and they have to prove themselves to be worthy of your trust.
"Do you?" He cocks an eyebrow at me.
I have to lie to him about it, not like I have a reason to be truthful to him in the first place. "No, of course not."
He looks at me for a moment.
"I know you're lying, Audrey," he whispers in my ear before walking towards his car.
I stare at his with wide eyes and my mouth gaping open. How? Who is he?
"I have a feeling we'll be seeing each other very soon," he smirks. "The name's Harry Styles, by the way."
