Death Incorporated (Book 1)

Chapter 8- I've Got Blood on My Hands

-the next evening-

After we'd fallen asleep, I wasn't fully functional until like, 10 at night? Ricky was still snoozing while I stretched and walked around the room, waking myself up. Last night we'd killed 8 out of 50, so we still had 42 to kill in the space of 5 days.

So if we killed 9-10 each night then we'd be able to complete the job, ahead of schedule...hopefully.

Ricky yawned and sat up, smiling tiredly at me. "What time is it?"
"Half ten."

He nodded and stretched, beckoning me over. I raised my eyebrow and shook my head, gesturing for him to get his skinny little ass here.

He glared at me and moved off of the bed and stood halfway between me and the bed. With a sigh, I moved to him and pulled him into my eyes, wrapping my arms around him.

He hugged me back and I buried my face in the crook of his neck. "Evening..." I murmured, gently kissing his neck. He sighed happily and kissed my head briefly. "Yeah, evening..." We stayed like that for a few minutes before I grabbed my clothes and moved away.

After I'd gotten changed, Ricky wrapped his arms around me and sighed. "What's wrong?"
"It's just...after fuck knows how many years, I'm actually with you, I didn't even know you liked guys..."

"Honestly? Same...I didn't even realise until I thought about a future where I was with a girl, like I was before, and it didn't feel right?"

"Really?"
"Yeah, really. Now, don't we have a job to do Ricky?"
"Yeah, come on." I nodded and he let go, grabbing some of our weapons.

I noticed how he was wearing one of my hoodies with his jeans on, and boots. I was dressed similarly, but I had trainers on instead of boots. He looked really cute in my hoodie. He noticed me staring and flipped me off with both of his middle fingers.

He handed me two guns and a few knives before sighing and putting his weapons in his pockets, effectively hiding them. I didn't know what was wrong with him, but I really wanted to know.

He was fine a few moments ago, what had happened? "Ricky." He turned to me and I looked down into his blue eyes. "What's really going on?" When he shrugged, I glared at him.

"Fucking tell me now!"
"I'm going insane, there's a monster in my head...for I am truly terrified by the man in the mirror..."

"Stop saying lyrics and let me know what's going on!"
"I DON'T FUCKING KNOW OKAY!?" I pulled him into my arms and he hugged me back.

And after about an hour, we left. He was just worried and over-thinking. I hope he didn't think I was like his cheating ex, but knowing him? He probably did.

"We'll deal with these today." And Ricky pointed to 20 fucking 20 names. My eyes widened and he looked at me coldly before putting his mask on.

I bit down on my tongue to stop myself screaming at him. He was in charge for this mission, so I had to do what he said.

Growling, I put my mask on and he sprinted along the rooftops, leaving me following at the same pace. The next thing I knew, he'd disappeared and I heard 5 muffled gun shots before he appeared and pointed to a house across the road.

I growled and ran, not stopping until I was at the ledge and I jumped. For a few seconds, I was in the air before I landed on the roof on the other side.

Silently, I went in and blended in with the shadows, shooting three people before Ricky appeared next to me.

"One more." And he leant forward before throwing a knife like an expert and killed the last person inhabiting this crappy house. "How many more for tonight?"
"I've dealt with 12, and you've dealt with 3. So 5 more."

When the fuck did he kill 12!? I wasn't even gonna ask and I just left, climbing onto the roof and looking around, searching.

Ricky had already left and I spotted him entering another house before a few gunshots were heard. I sprinted over, my thoughts going wild. But I shouldn't have worried; he was already out.

And he looked fine. "How many?"
"4. Can we call it a night?"
"Of course!" He nodded at my words and smiled softly.

When we were back at hotel, he went to have a shower while I had a drink and wiped the knives over.

A few monuments later, he walked out, in one of my shirts and a pair of shorts. I nodded and pressed my lips to his before I went for my shower, walking out a few minutes later, only in a loose pair of black joggers.

I pulled him into my arms and we hugged for a while before laying in bed and cuddling up to each other. I pressed my lips against his head softly and he yawned, nodding his head as he fell asleep.

I smiled softly, holding onto him and letting
his breathing lull me into a deep, silent sleep, filled with dreams about him.
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