Kissable Assassin

Chapter 6

Darling, what is going on? Honestly, that never happened. Lying is your favorite passion. Leave me, go where you belong. Higher heels and lipstick napkins, Dying is your latest fashion.

Sean was another one of Cathar's partners. Well...now he was one of mine as well. Technically, I never really was anyone's partner, just the attack dog. Throughout the day, Sean seemed nice enough, for a person in a group of assassins. Cathar was just the same as he was last night. Menacing. Harsh. He told Chris that I needed clothes because they were probably burned to the ground. Chris had protested so much, he made Sean do it. So I got into the car after Sean, and stared out the window all the way to the mall. I didn't want to go. I wanted to go with Jayde, as usual. Jayde...she was my mall friend, not Sean. And it didn't feel right when Sean and I walked into the mall. Girls would look at him, then see me next to him, and give me a dirty look. They didn't need to. As attractive as he looked, I wasn't going to sink to level of being attracted to him. He was the partner of my captor. So was Austin... I quickly shake the thought from my mind. He waits outside of Victoria's Secret while I buy a few bras. So I bought five bras and, due to my orders, the equal amount of lacey thongs and underwear. I made sure it was all concealed in the bag when I leave, so Sean wouldn't go peaking nor get lustful thoughts of me wearing such slutwear. He then leaves me to shop in Hot Topic, then Arden B, then Tilly’s, and soon after, Pacsun.

When I decide I had enough that would appease Chris and Cathar, I take my small handful of bags and nod to Sean. He leads me out to the car and gets in. I put my bags in the backseat and shut the door before opening the door to shotgun. First, I start to get in, but then, I turn on my heel and run.

Sean yells after me and I hear him running behind me. I look over my shoulder and see him, practically hot on my heels. My legs pump as fast as they can. I breathe in quick gasps that soon burn my lungs, but I keep running. I see black on the edge of my vision, but I don't care. I keep running. But I don't even make it off of the property of the mall when I feel his arm wrap around my waist and practically choke me.

He was strong. Way strong. Stronger than Zac and Chris. His other hand comes up to clasp my mouth so hard I taste the coppery sensation of blood. He carries me back to the car, me struggling, and by passers staring. But no one does anything. He opens his own door and locks it before shoving me in. I don't fight anymore. I'm too winded, too tired, in too much pain. It wasn't horrible, but I didn't have a high tolerance for it. I never did. One would think that after a while, I'd toughen up. But no. As much as I hoped so, no.

My breaths soon come slower as he speeds along, but shakier still. Finally, we make it to the warehouse. Sean touches my arm, and I flinch away quickly, surprised that his touch was so...gentle.

"Hey," He says, "I know you don't really like it, but you can't do that. If they ever found out, they would hunt you down and torture you to the limit. And I don't want that to happen. So I won't tell them, but you have to promise not to do it again." It takes me a moment to register what he says. For a moment, I think I mishear him. But, after running the words over and over again in my head, they clear up. I mutter something, I have no idea what, but it makes him laugh a bit as he gets out.

I recall the memory when I ran away from Austin. We were doing the exact same thing- getting me clothes. I had run away as we were getting into the car and he'd caught me by my wrist. When he pulled me back to him, I was crying, expecting the worst. But he held me close for a moment and whispered something, "its ok, I'm not going to hurt you," to me. And these actions not only startled me, but started a relationship that I savored more than any other.

When I walk in, Cathar rips the bags from my hands and dumps them onto the floor. He seems to scan them over before kicking them toward me before turning away and stomping off. With a hateful glare his direction, I start plucking my clothes off the floor, dusting them off, and putting them back into my bags. Another hand grabs a dress the same time I do, and when my eyes trail up the arm, they see Sean. I meet his eyes for a moment, and look back down quickly. His eyes were too close to Austin's, too...enticing. So I whisper thanks as he helps me pick up the rest of my clothes.