Broken

Broken- Chapter sixty

I walk into the living room and see Sean sitting in front of the television. As soon as he spots me, he gets the remote to turn it off but I grab it from him. "What are you-"

I was cut short by the lady on the screen, "Eighteen year old Andrew Jones attempts suicide day before the funeral of Jessie Williams. Thankfully, he was found in time and will be sent to the hospital. The mother of Jessie has requested that the funeral is postponed until Andrew gets out of the hospital."

I press the red botton on the remote and force a smile, "Why would you try to hide this from me?"

"Well I thought-"

"I don't care of he's dead or not. I mean who the fuck is Jessie." I burst out laughing and head up to my room. My laughter dies down and I let my tears flow, "I don't care."

I'm brought out of my flashback when I hear footsteps come into the living room. I look up and see Sean.

I try my best not to think about Andrew and thankfully it works. We sit in silence and reality strucks me. I'm never going to see him again. He's probably moved on. Probably has a girlfriend, fell in love, probably getting married...wait no. He's only twenty...but that's not stopping him. Probably has a kid or two or ten.

I look at Sean who looks like he's deep in though. He soon looks down at me, smiling and before I process what I'm doing, I hold his face in my hands and place my lips on his. He hesitates a bit, as if he's confused, but soon after he reciprocates my actions.

He reminded me too much of Andrew. His childish ways, the way he could make a joke out of nothing, the way he steals my food and so much more.

I'll never see Andrew again, and I know it. It's time for me to move on and being Sean's partner for two years made me have a thing for him. I don't know if he feels the same way but judging by this kiss, I'd say he does.

I pull away from him and my cheeks heat up, my innocent side, which I thought was supposed to be dead, showing.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to-"

He shut me up by placing him lips on mine again. His hand cups my cheek while the other rests on my waist. I smile on his lips and lean back a bit, my hands tangled in his hair as his lips move to my neck. He moved his hands up my shirt, his smooth fingertips grazing my bare skin.

Unfortunately, we're forced to pull apart when tweedle dee and tweedle dumb walk in the room.

"Boom! Connor you owe me twenty bucks!"

Connor rolled his eyes and handed Jacob the money. I scoot away from Sean and clear my throat.

Sean asks, "You put a bet on us?"

"Yup," Jacob said popping the 'p' while he dramatically examined the bill, holding it towards the light.

"I didn't think you guys would end up together becasue you are void of emotions and he's the one that brought you here in the first place," Connor shrugs.

Sean shifts uncomfortably besides me knowing fully well he's the one that ruined my life, "And I knew you guys would have the hots for each other becasue two years is a long time and well...she's hot," Jacob smacks his lips at me.

I throw a pillow at him and he catches it laughing, "I'm a rich man now!"

He held up his bill and Connor launched at him.

"A dead rich man!"

They fought until Jacob escaped from his grasp and ran away, Connor chasing him. "How did you find out that I used your toothbrush to clean the toilet?!"

Connor paused, "What?!"

Jacob stopped running, "Oh you don't know about that?" He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his neck, "Then why are you chasing me?"

Connor didn't say anything as he went at Jacob again, leaving us here...alone. The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife...or more preferably, my dagger. Thankfully, we both got a message from Ed.

This is why you're not allowed to date. Now pick up your balls and come over to the agency.

Also...I just got twenty bucks from Connor.

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My new target was a forty one year old woman. She had a twenty one year old son and a husband who were both unaware of her crimes. She's a human trafficker. It honestly makes me sick to the stomach to know that people like this exist.

I knock on her door and hear ruffling behind it. She sends me a sweet smile and it takes every bone in my body not to shove my dagger up her ass right now. I send back a fake but convincing smile, "Hi, I'm here for the job interview."

This time my smile is real...real sinister. Fear takes over her face, "What job interview?"

"I said I'm here about the new position at your job."

I was dressed in yet another business attire. It was a dress and the top half was cream while the end was blue and yellow plaid. The top was longer than half. I complimented it with a red heels. My hair was in a messy bun and I wore untested glasses.

"Oh...um, come in."

I smile and sit down on a table, "Is your family home?"

"Pardon me?"

I could see her slightly backing away to the kitchen counter where the knives where. I pull my dagger out and pelt it at her hand. She let's out an ear splitting scream and I stand up, walking slowly to her. She kept shaking her head, tears running down her face.

"Please...you...you have the w-wrong person. I'm just a normal...a normal business owner," she stuttered and I laughed, pulling the weapon out if her hand which cause yet another scream.

"Aren't you the lady who sells people to very dangerous criminals...like rapists and murderers?" I asked rhetorically yet sarcastically.

She shook her head vigorously and I cut her hand off. The blood ruined my outfit and I scoffed as the hand fell to the ground. Blood spewed from where her hand was and her bone and cartilage was visible. She let out another unnecessary scream and I put the dagger to her lips, "I don't like liars."

"Please...I-I had n-no ch-ch-choice. I w-was going into a d-debt."

Tears escaped her eyes and I rolled mine.

I scoffed, "Dumb excuse."

I slashed her throat, digging a little too deep, and her head rolled to my feet, dead eyes staring up at me. "I hate it when they don't put up a fight."

Target eliminated.

Why did Sean get to be the getaway driver? I'm stuck with the dirty work.