Hunters be the hunted [bxb smut ]

ready, aim, wait what the fuck?

^^ Some Nick ^^

"You know she left chocolate at your desk again." Veronica said as she walked beside me on the way back to my desk from the printer- by arms shoved with both mine and hers worksheets. I rolled my eyes and shoved her with my shoulder slightly.

"No crap she left them." The women next to me grinned and punched me in the arm- almost knocking me over.

"She is totally head over heels for you, man." I shook my head with a small grin as a dumped my arms onto Veronica's desk, he huffed out a quiet 'what the hell, Zach?' as I fished the box of severally sweet sweets out of my draw and threw them to her.

"You can have them- not in the mood." Then something changed in her face.

"Zach." Oh no.

"Dear ol' Zachary Hunter." This was-

"You eat those chocolates and show Ronnie how happy you are." -Mum mode.

Let's just say I had to run to the bathroom fairly quickly after shoveling two layers of 24 chocolates into my mouth in the span of 5 minutes. It didn't help Ronnie was outside the entire time offering to fetch me glasses of water every few seconds.

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I could've easily forgotten about the job tonight if I hadn't almost tripped over the money stuffed briefcases in my doorway- to be fair I hadn't touched the cases yet, they could be filled with concrete for all I knew. This much money shouldn't be in my possession and I'd rather look at it once I knew I deserved it.

7:50pm. I had two hours to get ready and get to my position, I quickly hopped in the shower as I let the stream of water somewhat calm me as I stared into the spray. Why was I so nervous? I'd done this so many times before- why now was I getting that numb buzz in the pit of my belly.

The feeling that something was wrong.

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The wind whipped past me as I pulled my beanie further down onto my head, it was cold up here but I had the perfect angle on what I could only assume was this Nickoli Grant's place. I couldn't say I knew all the political chit chat now a days but I'd heard of him- some millionaire's son, involved in lots of scandals that were very well covered up by the FBI- but still quite easy to find if you looked- or rather hacked the right places.

My phone alarm buzzed beside me as I sighed and steeled myself as I lowered myself onto the construction floor and glanced down my site- I'd gotten the time right and as I looked out my breath stopped- it was ... a party? Shit. Too much collateral. I cursed aloud and jumped on my hunches and grabbed my phone- pulling up the photo of the target. I flicked between looked into my site and my phone to try and find him.

It was damn where's wally!

There. 

I found him- his hair was different then the photo I had- but it was definitely him. I had to get him on his own- as little witnesses as possible so I'd be long gone before they could find the body. The man waltzed around the crowds as I watched through the window- my target forever tracked on his head.

Seconds had turned into minutes and minutes into hours- I even received a text from hire about whether I'd finished the job- I didn't bother replying. Damn, That chocolate earlier had really messed with me, damn Ronnie.

Then there it was. My shot.

The party had quieted down at around 3am- yeah, I was here the entire time, sad. I know. I zoomed in as he stood beside the window, he was with a women- just as a caught onto what was going on they were already going at each other, fuck. I had to shoot now or I'd never have another shot tonight.

"Sorry for the cockblock." I muttered quietly as I lined the shot- I made sure not the catch the women under him as I fired. It rung loud in my ears as I heard the glass shatter and the women start screaming, but I didn't look. I was already slinging my rifle over my shoulder and bolting down the stairs and onto the early morning streets. 

Time to buy some expensive fucking breakfast.