Killer Love

Chapter One

I looked up from my small hands to the man standing in front of me. "Where are my parents?"

He sighed. "The accident. They didn't survive it. They're gone."

I was too young to fully understand the severity of his words. "What is going to happen to me?" I asked in a tiny voice.

"Don't worry, Y/N. We will take care of you. We will help guide you into a new life. With a new family. Your parents would want it. Do you want that?"

I gave him a small smile. "Yes, yes I do."

***

My head whips back hard as I take a punch to the face. I wipe the blood off the corner of my mouth and deliver a swift kick to this guy's ribs, searching the ground for my stupid gun as he tries to recover.

"Please don't make this hard on yourself," I say, as I catch my breath. "Or on me. New Girl comes on in ten minutes and I don't want to miss it." I pass by him and roughly kick him in the back.

He smacks to the ground with an "oomph."

I wipe the hair away from my face. "Now personally, I am really hoping Jess and Nick stay together. They're such a great couple."

Another kick.

"Fuck," I look down, "that's going to mess up my boots. I just bought them," I whine. "Almost fifty dollars down the drain."

He gets up and tries to knock me over, but I flip him straight onto his back.

I finally see my gun off to the side, blending into the dark pavement. "Oh! There it is." I roll my eyes and hurry to pick it up. I make sure it is loaded, and point it at the guy's face.

He holds his hands up in fear. "Wait-"

Boom! I don't even flinch as the gun goes off and blood splatters everywhere. I glance around to make sure no one is close by. That will make my job a whole lot more complicated.

I press on my handy earpiece to make sure it's still there and was not knocked out of my ear. That has happened before. "Target has been terminated. Requesting for a cleanup crew at designated site."

"Cleanup crew arrival in five minutes," my behind-the-scenes partner's voice responds.

I smile and begin the long walk back to my motorcycle. "Another job well done. Right, Louis?"

"Don't get too cocky," he replies.

"You always say that." I roll my eyes and pull my compact mirror (which also doubles as a small computer) out of my pocket to check my makeup. "He smudged my matte lipstick! That asshole!"

"Well, you did try to kill him."

"And succeeded by the way." I sigh, trying to fix it. It is no use with the blood on it. Don't get me started on my mascara. I give up and put the compact away.

"I would hope so considering you do this for a living. If you weren't doing your job, then I wouldn't be doing my job, and you know that the people upstairs would not be happy."

"Those people can suck it," I reply. "I'm the one doing their dirty work. I should be getting more money from this."

"You're basically spoiled already. What more do you want?"

"To make enough so I can retire."

Louis laughs. "You, retire? Like that will ever happen."

"Oh, shut up. You're just saying that because I'm your only friend and I have way more fun than you."

"Not true. I have other friends."

"Whatever you say." I yawn, stretching out my arms. "I am ready to get to the hotel room and sleep for days."

"Hold that thought actually."

I faintly head some clicking. "What?"

"I have someone new for you."

I groan. "Already? It hasn't even been five minutes, Louis. Give me a break. A long one preferably."

"This is the job, Y/N. Now, listen up."

I finally spot my black motorcycle. Thank goodness. "Fine. Lay it on me. Who is it this time?"

There's a small pause before he says, "His name is Harry Styles."