Kissable Assassin

Chapter 9

Wake me up inside, wake me up inside. Call my name and save me from the dark. Bid my blood to run before I come undone. Save me from the nothing I’ve become

Every morning after that, Sean took me to the park. It was like being with Austin again. Sometimes we'd make a full lap around, and others we would only make it so far before we'd kissed too much to go any further. I got to know him a lot better. He was nice, cute, funny, energetic, competitive, sweet, flirty, determined, and laid back only around the others. He didn't like Lindsay that much, but they cooperated enough. Cathar was just his boss, nothing more. Chris was a colleague, nothing more once again. He didn't like assassination that much, but respected my internal strength of being able to do it. He knew a bunch of my history before my kidnapping, and a little during because it was a little monotonous. We'd grown close.

It's Tuesday morning. Sean jumps out of the car and links our arms together when I get out. It’s begun to get colder. Winter seemed to lurk around the corner. And the assassinations would die down, because most assassins burned their evidence and snow didn't burn so well. Winter was also kind of like hibernation. I was looking forward to it. It would be too cold for Cathar to force me into stripper uniforms. Sean would disappear for a few hours sometimes, and I always assumed they were his own little business trips. We kept our affections private, but sometimes we snuck a kiss when no one was looking, or a wink and a smile.

"So what are we doing today? All the way around? Climbing on the art? Or..." He trails off before turning to me with a smile. I stood on my tip-toes to peck his lips and start to lower back down, but his face follows me there and returns the favor. I lean back until my shoulder blades hit the hood of the car. When he picks me up and sits me down on the hood, I'm tall enough for him to not have to bend his neck to kiss me. His fingers twine into my hair, tugging at the strands softly. In response, my hands find the nape of his neck and pull on the ends of his, playing with them. He moves his head in order to place his warm mouth on my neck, kissing and biting his way around the bare skin. I tilt my head back and groan softly, clenching his hair and pressing into him.

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Chris is awake when we get back to the warehouse. He's just sitting against the wall casually and running his fingers along the metal of his own knife. He looks up from his activity when we enter.

"W'sup guys?" He casually inquires, his calm voice laced with an edge.

"Nothing much. Yourself?" Sean returns.

"Same here," He responds, these words with added bite, "Where've you been? Every morning, for a few good weeks now, you've been gone, but you've both come back."

"Just for a drive," I answer for Sean. Not a lie.

"Anything interesting?" Chris grills.

"Not in particular," I confirm.

"I just want to make sure that you, Little Tramp, are still within my grasp as you have been for the past three and a half years now," He reminds me.

I internally hiss at his words, but don't dare do it aloud.

"Chris, I assure you. I've been taking her for mere morning drives. Wakes her up. Keeps her here," Sean interrupts.

"Keeps her here, you say? How so?" Chris elucidates.

"It gives her something to look forward to. And we both know she's more than capable of going through with jobs," He correlates.

Chris sighs, "Whatever. As long as she stays in my reach. I've successful at that for a while now and prefer to stay that way." He eyes me up and down, causing me to shrink back slightly, before going back to his knife.