A Serial WHAT?!? [EDITING]

Seven

I'm pacing the living room, Rocco sitting on the couch, watching me while Greyson had gone to buy food for the house.

'So Eric Miller is a hired assasin? He is paid to kill people for a living?' I ask.

'Yes' Rocco confirms sounding bored.

'Like you?' I ask.

'Not quite' He replies 'We used to get paid for business. Sure we killed a few people but we weren't hired assasins, we were a clean up crew I guess you could call it and we did other shit'

'Okay so his job is to kill peope' I say to myself 'What if he knows who I am and is hired to kill me?' I ask.

'He would have killed you already' Rocco says 'Worst case, he knows who you are and will be more eager to follow you'

'He is trained to kill, won't he try and kill you?'

'He can try' Rocco nods 'But I plan everything out and he won't get a chance'

'Right' I was taking in all the information 'Show me' I hold my hand out for the file.

Rocco hands it to me and I read the information and look at his picture. He was also a handsome man. Italian maybe. Buzz cut and clean shaven face but his facial features were so sharp, it scared me.

'He likes brunettes' I sigh. Of course he does because I am brunette.

'And little black dresses' Rocco smirks.

'I ever tell you that I hate dresses?' I dead pan. Once this was over, I wouldn't be wearing another dress in my life.  'What time frame are we thinking for all these men?' I ask looking at the pile.

'I am hoping this shit is done by Christmas but we need the perfect plan or they won't work'

'A month and a half' I say more to myself. 'That's like every Saturday and Sunday night almost'

'Yep' Rocco nods

'After Monday, we can do this shit at my house'

'What's wrong with my house?' Rocco asks in mock horror.

'It's tainted' I state 'Mine is still pure'

'For now' he shrugs with a wink.

'There will be no killing at my house' I tell him sternly. Rocco simply laughs and then Greyson is finally back.

'Go grab the other bags Rocco' Greyson tells his brother. Rocco goes out to the car and I wait in the living room, going over the file again.

'Cara' Greyson calls.

I get up and head into the kitchen. I smile when he pulls out everything I hinted at earlier. 'Thank you' I grab a pudding and the rockstar and then a spoon and go sit back down.

'Sweetheart' Rocco shakes his head in amusement 'You're eating that shit when you're about to get into a very tight black dress?'

'Don't make me feel fat' I snap 'They're amazing'

'Come on, we need to get you ready'

'I'm thinking straight hair tonight' I say as I get up and follow Rocco up stairs. 'Where did you get all this from anyway?' I ask.

'I stalked the fuck out of you for weeks before I showed myself to you' He tells me honestly like it was no big deal 'I followed you aroud the shops, got your clothes sizes and the make up was a lucky guess'

'That is the scariest thing I have ever heard' I tell him, my eyes wide like saucers 'Did you really follow me?' I already knew he was telling the truth but I was still in disbelief.