Hit List - Complete

Of Old Men and Little Girls

A/N: Just a heads up, this chapter has a lemon in it. Reader discretion is advised.

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Dropping my jacket on the table inside the foyer, I walk through the hall and into the living room where Dominic is seated on the sofa reviewing blueprints.

"Where's Dimitri?" I ask, flopping down on the opposite couch and kick my feet up onto the coffee table. Dominic moves his head up still scanning the blueprints before mumbling and I sigh.

"He's out. I don't know where, said he would be back by 3," Dominic says again, looking up and folding the blueprints before sliding them back into the envelope. I chew my bottom lip and click the T.V. on and prop my head up on my head and idly watch the flickering screen. "Did you find him?"

Dominic is silent for a few minutes and pulls a piece of paper out of him shirt pocket, sliding it across the table to me and settling back into the sofa. I lean forward and pick it up, unfolding it.

11:00 p.m. @ 186 Greer Drive

I fold it back up and stuff the note in my pocket. "When?"

"Tomorrow night. It was tricky getting that information, are you sure you want to go alone?" Dominic replies, twisting his lip with his fingers.

"Yes, I'm sure. And not a word to Dimitri, got it?" I say standing up and clicking the T.V. off. Dominic looks torn and I raise my brows at him and let a low growl rumble through my chest. HE adverts his eyes and nods submissively and I walk towards the stairs.

"Tell Dimitri I'm in the study when he gets back," I call over my shoulder and head towards the study to burn the note that will be the answer to our next target.

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Laing on my stomach on the couch in the study, I thumb through one of Dimitri's westerns, desperately trying to find what it is he likes about these books. They are quite boring.

"That is not what I expected to see," Dimitri says when he walks in, loosening his tie and placing it on the desk. I drop the book onto the couch with an exasperated huff and roll onto my back. "Those are boring," I state bluntly. He chuckles and strides over to me and lifts my legs to sit down, placing my legs in his lap.

"Did you eat?" I ask, rubbing my foot over the top of his knee.

"Yes," he replies, catching my foot and squeezing it in warning. I smirk and sit up, tucking my legs under me.

"Do anything fun tonight?" I ask, toying with the hem of my – Dimitri's- shirt that I've donned. I have no intention of going anywhere else tonight, so I just changed into a pair of shorts and his shirt and browsed aimlessly through his book collection. Dimitri reaches over me to pick up the book and places it on the table, even now he is still anal about the care of his belongings, although I am one of those said belongings - much to my aggravation.

"Not really, just some business things. How about you?" he says, running his hands over my legs and giving me a longing gaze. It sadly had been a little over a week since we've been together. If we weren't out working at night, we were working with others here in the house, putting our tedious plans into place. I smile and crawl into his lap, lacing my fingers around his neck and pressing my lips to him lightly.

"No, I ate and then came back here. Slow night," I say. He hums in the back of his throat and chases my lips before crushing them to mine, letting a moan slip through. Signing victories in my head, I move my hands down, deftly unbuttoning his shirt while his move up under mine, cupping my breasts in his hands.