Hitman {N.M}

Chapter Eighteen

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Francesca's POV

"Are you really making me play hide and seek with you right now?" I hear him complain from my spot in the cabinet under the kitchen sink, how I managed to squeeze myself in here I'm still trying to figure out.

It's been two weeks since the incident with that guy.

As far as I know he's dead and as weird as it is to say this but I'm glad he's dead.

My injuries were taken care of and I feel so much better, except for when I look in the mirror and see the nasty scratches on my face that'll most likely leave nasty scars, I'm not exactly the most confident person in the whole world as it is and this doesn't help but I try not to think about it too much.

I think my dad is also starting to get suspicious of what type of relationship Nate and I really have but honestly I don't really care anymore I freakin deserve to be happy he can't control my life forever and besides as of today I'm eighteen.

"Frankie don't play get your ass out here" I hear which makes me laugh and me being as dumb as I am I laugh too loud and he winds up opening the cabinet door.

"Hi" I say looking up at him.

"How the fuck did you get in there?" He questions looking so confused.

I manage to get myself out of there knocking a few things over but I ignore them and stand up.

"I'm flexible" I shrug leaning back on the counter like its nothing.

"Good to know now stop hiding from me" he places his hands on each side of me on the counter I'm leaning on, blocking me from going anywhere.

"You're no fun" I tease.

"That is not true" he defends.

"No Nate really, it's okay I understand, you know it must be your um old age" I say which makes him give me this look that says 'bitch' and I laugh.

"You do realize we're only three years apart and that if I'm old you ain't so far off" he points out.

"Okay I'll give you that one" I admit "But...it is my birthday and I'm stuck here with just you and we can't even leave this stupid house" I add pouting like a little kid.

"Well I'm sorry I'm not your ideal birthday fun but like you said you're stuck with my sexy self and for your information I am very fun okay" he tries to convince me.

"I'm sure you are Nate" I pat him on the shoulder and he shakes his head and laughs.

"You are very fuckin annoying" he so kindly lets me know before kissing me.