Verena, a notorious assassin, has always been the hunter, tasked with a new job, another seemingly easy target. Or so she believes.
He drove deeper, whispering harshly into her ear, his hand clamping down on the back of her head, "Tell me you want it." The words were forced from her in a breathy whisper, "I want it." But as quickly as it began, he pulled away, zipping up his pants.
"What the fuck?" she spat, anger lacing her voice. A grin spread across his face. "I just wanted to hear you say it to me," he said, as he walking away. He stopped for a moment, "and by the way, I know Adrian is right, I know you killed her"