Opposites [Book 1]

Chapter 18

I ran even faster, but he eventually caught up with me, pinning me against the wall with great force.

"What do you want from me?" I spat, trying to sound as confident as possible.

"I saw what you did, pretty boy." He said, checking me out, not in a sexual, but more in a interested way.

"Nice moves." He continued.

I gulped, shaking slowly.

There went my inner bad ass.

"Killing my best assassin with one strike." He said, looking at my bloody hand.

I backed off, wanting to run away again, but he smirked, pinning me against the wall with a gun that looked just like the one of that girl's, Leah's father.

Shit, I was in deep shit.

"Don't try to run away, I'll get you the sooner or later anyway." He threatened me.

I took a deep breath, running anyway, hoping to find someone who could call the police. My steps were all I could hear as I ran as fast as I could, trying to get away fro this monster.

"Hey, you! Please! Call the police" I asked a women who walked on the street, she just shook her head, almost afraid.

"Are you serious?! You just walk away?" I yelled, so she took up speed and walked faster to get away from me.

I wanted to run back into the hotel, but then I remembered the girl in the same alleyway. Panicking I went through my options, but leaving her there was none of them, knowing that the man probably had found her. I couldn't let anything happen to that foreign girl, I had already taken her father's life.

I cursed under my breath and ran back, seeing the guy leaned against the wall, standing beside her not stirring body.

"I knew you'd come back." He smirked, kicking into her side a little which didn't affect her at all.

I starred down at her body.

"Did you..?" I asked, not even daring to end the sentence.

He chuckled: "Why do you care about this girl so much, from what I could hear, she clearly doesn't even know you."

"I care because she didn't deserve to die." I whispered, venom in my voice.

I did not understand why in God's name I had to be so protective over her, if it was not for her, I would not have such problems now. But she would have been raped, my subconscious reminded me.

"But he did? He was my best one, mate, you understand, when I get angry, right?"

I listened half-heartedly, because I still stared at the body I tried to protect, for nothing.

She looked so broken and terrified.

"I killed for her and now she's dead." I whispered devastated.

"She's not dead, calm down." He said.

I frowned as I looked up to him.

"Chloroform." He said.

"Oh." I said.

There was a short silence.

"Is she yours?" He asked as he followed my glance.

"My what?" I asked.

"Your girlfriend, friend with benefit, your bitch." He elaborated.

Way to degrade such a naturally beautiful girl.

"No." I said.

"Do you want to have her?"

I frowned: "What do you mean?"

"We could take her with us. She'll be yours, unless you want another one." He said.

I didn't understand all of this.

"Us?"

"You're coming with me."

"No, I'm not." I stated frowning.

"Well," he said and bend over the body,"I can also just kill her."

No! No, no, no! He could not do that. She had a future ahead of her, she would live and certainly, no one deserved to die.

"It would be a shame, that you saved the pretty girl for no reason, now, would it?" He smirked.

"What?" I asked, not able to steady my voice.

"Kill that pretty girl, lad, are you deaf?"

I sighed, knowing, that I couldn't live with myself, if two people died at the very same day, because of me so I gave in, telling him to give me a few minutes with the girl to collect myself. He smirked, telling me that he didn't expect me to be one of those. I snapped at him, so he left, walking around the corner, telling me that if I intended on running away again, he would torture both of us until we'd die.

So, frankly I bend down to her, studying her face, hoping she was worth it. I hoped she'd make something out of her life, that she would find a husband and get kids and grow old with them. I wished the best to her.

A few tears left my eyes as I continued to watch her. There was pain that I felt in my chest, fear of never finding out what would happen to her, fear of what would happen to me.

I shook my head, taking her angelic face into my head that was bruised, probably by the guy that just had decided over both of our lives.

"Here." I mumbled, placing her head onto my legs and taking off my necklace and carefully putting it around her neck. The charm was nothing special, it was a golden feather with my initials engraved on the back.

***

I sighed, feeling the pain flood through my body again.

I remember the pain, the heartache of that day. I remember how disgusted I was by myself. I felt worthless, because I had ended a life and left her there, probably to die.

Now, all you had to do was taking a look at me, I was an assassin, who now had taken Leah's father's spot.

I was lying here with his daughter. I didn't know back then, that I would end so many more lives.

Steve took me that day and made me his assassin, he made me stay here, in how we call it: The Cave.

He taught me how to shoot, how to fight and how to kill. I've never tried to escape, out of fear, but seeing Leah in this state, made me want to just run away and take her to a better place. I knew that I couldn't protect her anymore the moment Steve would find out about this.

I pulled her close, almost paranoid, that someone might see us, even though it was pitch black.

I did always protect and look out for her, the day after I did that to her, because I felt bad for taking her her dad away, that was probably the reason, yeah, it had to be.

Little did I know, that it was something entirely different.

Anyway, when she had lost her phone, I found it, when someone laid eyes on her, I told him to stay away, when Steve wanted a new girl, I always made sure, he wouldn't see her and if that meant that I had to lock her into the janitor's closet for a day, then so it'd be.

She sighed and shifted, so that she was all snuggled up against my body. It caught me out of my thoughts, as I looked down to her, I maybe couldn't see her, because it was pitch black in the room, but I could feel her body against mine, slowly moving with each breath.

Her smooth legs were touching my hairy ones and the way she sneaked her arms around my waist made me feel somewhat content, also as she pulled me close.

I hated to admit it, but I liked it. I liked to feel her skin on mine, it gave me a feeling of satisfaction.

A feeling that I rarely ever had.

It was a good change to me. Nice.