Michael Jackson Imagines

16.Kill Him(Part Three)

(Quick A/N: I'm so sorry for not updating! But the short time I was away, I saw that this book skyrocketed! When I saw how many people added this to their reading lists, I freaked. Thanks guys! This one's for you!)

This mission is just going great (Note my sarcasm). Not only have I just blown my cover, I'm giving the guy goo-goo eyes. We'd been talking about everything and nothing over the past hour or so. I've twirling my curled hair around my finger and fluttering my eyelashes, the whole nine, during this little conversation. The conversation just steered towards hair. "Why purple?" "Well..." I said, stroking my hair, suddenly self-conscious about my purple-dyed curls. Michael looked directly into my eyes. "Don't worry they're beautiful...just like you." My eyes widened and Michael blushed. He stood and walked around the desk to stand right in front of my chair. He leaned down and pressed his soft lips to mine. I froze and remembered my mission. This was the perfect time to take my knife and slit his throat. Instead, I went back to the thoughts of my boyfriend from high school. Being a teenager in love. Instead of going with my assassin thoughts, I became a teenager again and I wrapped my arms around his neck and pressed my lips to his harder. We pulled away, breathless, just to do it again. His lips captured mine hungrily. I moaned into his mouth. Wait..I what?! He pulled away and looked into my eyes lovingly. There was also a slight blush covering his cheeks. "Sorry..I uhm...." I rolled my eyes. "Shut up and kiss me." I ordered, pulling him by his collar for his lips to meet mine again. I could've kissed him forever until.... "Y/N what is taking so l-" Carol paused, observing the scene before her. She went from exasperated to angry in one second flat. "All you had to do was slit his throat you filthy whore. I sent you to kill him, not to fuck him!" I was beyond embarrassed. "You were gonna kill me?!" Michael exclaimed. "No I-" "You weren't gonna kill him Y/N?! That's what I was gonna pay you for!" "I mean I was but-" "So you were planning on killing me!" "No Michael please I-" "You filthy bitchy good for nothing whore!" I whipped around, my knife appearing from my sleeve. "Excuse me? Did you forget who I was?" Carol realized her mistake and started backing away. "I am Y/N L/N! You don't fuck with me. If you wanted the job done, do it your damned self you coward!" I heard Michael whisper,"Y/N L/N? The girl at the top of the FBI Most Wanted List?" I turned and looked at him sadly. "Yes Michael. And I'm sorry but I just-I couldn't help myself...I'm so sorry." I turned to Carol,"If I ever see you again, I'm slitting your throat. And you know I always keep my knife on me. So try me." I walked over to Michael and sighed, looking right into his smooth chocolate browns orbs. "I hope to see you again some day Michael. I uhm....love you." I pecked him on the cheek and headed toward the window. He grabbed my arm and pulled me to his chest, hugging me tightly. I breathed in scent one last time and hopped out the window. I ran to my car and sped off. In the distance, I heard sirens. I wiped away my tears, put on my mirrored sunglasses and smirked. 

(A/N: If you really liked this, I could always expand this and make it a story. That's for any imagine. If you like it, request for expansion! If I also like it, I'll happily comply! Peace out dudes!)