No Questions Asked

Chapter two

Calvin POV

I parked my car a couple blocks away from the address my client gave me and got out. I was here to scope out the scene and see who I'm going to kill. I walked to the house and looked around. It seemed unguarded enough. I approached the steps for a closer look at the door when it swung open and a familiar looking person walked out. He was the guy from my dream! How did I not recognize him sooner? Everyone in town knows him. He's a bit of a local celebrity.

"Hey. Can I help you? " he asked me, smiling at me.

"Oh uh no sorry. I was just looking for a dollar that I dropped. I think it might have blown into your yard. Oh well. I don't really need it anyway." I said, yes I was prepared.

"Oh. That's a shame. I wish I could help you pal but I have to be going. Are you walking this way? Cuz I'd love some company." He said, pointing down the street to the left.

"Oh yeah. I'm going that way. I'll walk with you." I said, taking my hood off to get a better look at him.

"Oh! Calvin? Is that you?" He asked me," wow. I like what you've done with your hair. Green and good suit you."

"I-oh thanks. I can't believe you remember me. It's been years since we last talked." I said, smiling too now.

He began to walk and I followed.

"Of course I remember you. You saved my life dude! If it wasn't for you that car would have killed me. I owe my life to you." He said, genuinely grateful.

"Nah man it was nothing. Hey I heard your modeling career has really kicked off. You're the talk of the town." I said , speeding up to keep pace with his long legs.

" Yeah. I've been doing lots of photo shoots lately. This is my week off. I've been traveling for the past month." He said, and he sounded tired, but still he smiled.

"Man I'm happy for you. I'm glad it all worked out." I said, and I meant it.

"Yeah. I'm happy too. But enough about me. How've you been Calvin?" He asked.

"Oh I've been fine. Nothing much has changed really." I said, a little jealous of his job and how he doesn't have to hide what he does.

"Aw. Well maybe that's a good thing. Change can be very scary you know. We need to hang out more. You're a cool guy."

My heart stopped. He wants to hang out with me? What? But he's so cool and I'm just some average guy.

"Bud you ok?" He asked after I didn't answer due to shock.

"Yeah sorry bro. I'd uh I'd love to hang out some time. " I said, trying not to jump up and down like a school girl.

"Cool. Alright this is where I'm stopping,"he pointed to the house in front of us," I'm having lunch with my aunt. Here put your number in my phone and I'll text you when I'm free. " he said, his blue eyes meeting mine as I looked up at him.

He handed me his phone and I put my number in for my personal phone, not my assassin phone. I handed it back to him and our fingers brushed. I blushed. I actually blushed. The trained assassin just blushed after touching a hot boys hand. Man I need to get a grip.

He ran his fingers through his dyed white hair before saying thanks and pulling me into a hug. I was surprised to say the least. I haven't been hugged in years and my reflex was to stab him, but thankfully I didn't. He was warm and smelled good and I loved every second of it. When he let go I immediately missed him. He waved before turning and waking up the walk way to his aunts house. I jogged back to my car, smiling the whole time. I couldn't believe I had just talked to Reese, who's face or body is on almost every billboard in town. I smiled and started the car as painful realization crashed down like a Boulder on my head.

Reese is my assignment. I have to kill Reese.

My smile vanished and my stomach dropped at the thought of killing him. He's just too perfect to die.

Why? Who would want him dead and why? He's the kindest most loving and trusting and giving man I know. He donates huge amounts to charity he reads to orphans, and everyone loves him,among other god damn wonderful things. He's just that good, man. What could possibly make someone want him dead. I just don't understand.

My thoughts raced around my head on the drive home and I felt sick to my stomach. Not even singing Covergirl could calm me down like it usually does. I'm so fucked.

Sorry short chapter. There's a pic of his mask. It attaches with a strap around the back of his head. Also it has nose holes. Next chapter will have a pic of Reese. Thanks for reading I love you all so much! <3
~Bigfoot Booty