Chapter 5

Alessio. 

I have been to mission after mission but nothing could have prepared me for this. 

I was supposed to send Marco here, but because he had more vital matters to attend to, I decided to do it myself. 

We got an anonymous message that required some girl Nicole Valdez to be eliminated. The pay attached to it was good so I thought why not. 

I'm always in for good money. 

The only thing I got about my kill was her address, no photos or anything related to her. So I came here expecting to find an old widow who possibly has a lot of mistakes to pay for. 

Not her. 

I have been looking everywhere, every corner I know. I even hacked all the security cameras up to three towns away but I didn't get a glimpse of her. 

I haven't had a rest since the morning she left my room and as I anticipated, I haven't fucked anyone else. I felt completely revolted by the idea of having another woman other than her and it pushed me to keep searching. 

This girl has entirely inhabited my mind and it's driving me crazy. I have this crazy eagerness in my heart to see her, to hold her tender body to mine once again and fuck her every day and night of my life. 

I see her every time I close my eyes. I reminisce about every second I spent with her that night. She is my point of interest lately and it is so distracting. 

Yet, here she is, pointing a gun at my forehead with a dagger raised mid-air, ready to strike at any moment. 

The innocent eyes that got me hooked are replaced by cold thirsty ones. Yearning for my blood. 

One thing is for sure in this situation though, I will rather have her stab me a thousand and one times than lay a harmful finger on a strand of her hair. 

I don't care who she is or why they want her dead but she's one person I won't hurt. And whoever wants her dead just became my number one enemy. 

I watch her eyes gradually soften, her shaking hands slowly release the weapons and they fall on the tiled floor with a loud cling. 

Before I know it, the girl is running toward me and I let my gun go getting ready to hold her. It seems I'm not the only one who missed the other. 

She hastily jumps in my arms and instantly clings her legs around my waist.  I wrap my arms around her tightly and grasp her to myself. 

I missed her. 

She smells as good as the first day and it makes me want to never let her go again. I'm not gonna let her go this time around anyway. 

Her face is buried in my neck and she has her arms tightly around my neck. I press my nose into her hair and greedily take in her sweet flowery fragrance. 

I don't understand how I allowed a woman to make me this weak. 

We remain in that position for a while. No words are spoken nor are movements made. 

"Hey," I murmur, combing my fingers through her soft hair. Nicole gently lifts her head to look at my face and she softly cups my cheeks in her still shaky palms. 

Her eyes admirably regard every part of my face as her cold fingers trace my eyebrows to my cheek, finally settling on my lower lip. 

My heart has never thumped this fast. I'm dying of anticipation. I want to know what she's thinking right now and I pray she kisses me. 

I have been dying to kiss this girl from the moment I laid my eyes on her. 

She glances into my eyes one more time and finally aligns her lips with mine. Nicole doesn't kiss me at first, it's like she's trying to gauge my reaction. 

Being the starved lion I have been for three and a half weeks, I hungrily claim her lips and she returns with the same fever. 

Her hands start to aimlessly roam all over my body, fumbling and pulling about my clothes and I almost laugh at how hungry my baby is. 

Sitting here at t the dining table, I help her take off my shirt but that's not what she wants. She hurriedly goes for my belt and undoes the buttons of my pants afterward. 

 I pull up the big hoodie she's wearing to expose more metal on her. Three daggers and a gun. 

They are both silver and have the same initials as her necklace. NV. 

I think it's time I get to know something about her. 

I'm so relieved that she's not some helpless girl who does not know how to take care of herself. 

I'm surrounded by danger and the first thing your rivals go after is the one thing you care for. The moment they know I have a soft spot for this girl, she'll automatically be in deeper shit than she already is. 

Someone wants her out for some reason and I need to find out in-depth who is after her and why. 

"Should I take them off?" I trail my fingers on her death traps as I look into her hunger-stricken eyes. 

"No please," she declares, pulling down my pants along with my boxers, setting free my ravenous erect dick. I quickly push aside her panties and gently enter her warm, wet tightness, careful enough not to repeat my first mistake. 

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Our breaths are hard, our bodies are still conjoined and she has her eyes on me. The way this girl looks at me is foreign to me. 

No one has ever given me this look before. 

It's like I'm some unique or the most meaningful thing in her eyes. Nicole looks at me with care and admiration. Someone might think we have known each other the whole of our lives. 

To think I only learned her name today and that's by coincidence. 

"Alessio" she softly voices my name while touching our noses and it makes my heart stutter. We are inhaling each other's breaths and there is ultimately no space between us. 

I love this, I hope it's not one of those wild dreams I have been having. I want this. 

She is the first girl to haunt my dreams and I want her in real life too. 

"Nicole," I say back and her eyes glow in delight. 

She is beautiful. 

"You two? " a surprised new voice calls out, instantly breaking us apart. Nicole mutters cussing as she quickly pulls my pants up. 

"Hell! Tara, give us a minute" She shouts doing my pants and gently pushing me aside to tidy herself up. 

I hate that she had to ruin this moment. 

Nicole hands over my shirt and runs to where she dropped her weapons to pick them up. 

"You were supposed to kill each other not fuck on our dining table, Nicole" the girl shouts walking into the living room with a sniper rifle in her right hand. She eyes the table and back to us with a disapproving look but Nicole rolls her eyes in return. 

Unlike Nicole's soft looks, her friend has rough features. Every inch of her visible skin is inked and she has shoulder-length blue-dyed hair, her lower lip, and nose are pierced and I can't start to imagine what her character smells like. 

The girl is a bit thicker compared to Nicole but I will choose Nicole anytime. She looks like a complete badass or a total bitch. 

"You do it every time Tara and you don't see me complaining," Nicole retorts just proving my assumptions about her character. 

"Damn Nicole! , at least you didn't disappoint me. So he's the hot guy that you keep daydreaming about? " She heaves her rifle on the couch and moves closer to me for a clear look. 

This girl has guts. She darts out her pierced tongue and licks her lips as her eyes trail from my face to the waistband of my undone belt. 

"Keep your eyes off him bitch" Nicole pushes her friend away and hastily snatches the shirt that  I'm still holding in my hands. 

I chuckle in delight when she starts dressing me up while grumbling inaudible words to herself. Heaven knows what she is saying. 

Is my little angel jealous? I like it. 

"I'm just appreciating the view, plus I wouldn't mind fucking him," the girl says winking at me and I furrow my brows in annoyance at how silly she is acting. 

I'm sure she is just messing around with Nicole though. 

"Tara" Nicole yells in exasperation sending her a harsh glare and she finally stops with a chuckle. 

"Okay, okay, jeez! When did you start becoming possessive over a man? last time I checked you didn't have time for dudes" Tara gives her friend a playful smirk and I wonder how these two get along. 

Maybe I'm just misjudging. 

"Just stop talking" Nicole mutters walking to the kitchen before coming out with two bottles of water. I didn't know how thirsty I was until now. 

How considerate of her? 

"First things first, when you guys met, was it a coincidence or he was on a mission? " The bitch accusingly points her index finger at me, and her countenance completely sobers. 

This makes Nicole glance at me with an unreadable expression. She places the two bottles on the table and stands a little far from me. I hope she does not take her friends' words seriously. 

I didn't even know who she was when she entered my club. 

"Coincidence, I will say" I calmly answer and it relieves the tension in the room.  I slightly smile when Nicole sighs in relief at my words and finally hands me one bottle returning the smile. 

"So what's next? You know what this means for you Nicole" Tara slumps on the couch giving my girl a worried look and it makes me more curious. 

I need to know what is going on here. 

"Yeah, I do," she sadly mumbles, crossing her hands on her chest and looking away. 

"Can I know who wants you dead? " I seriously demand and they both stare at me with wide shocked eyes.  Did I ask something wrong? 

"You don't know? " Tara is the one to ask and it's like she's still doubtful. Anyway, I shake my head in denial. 

"It was anonymous" 

"Well, she has so much shit going on. She'll tell you if she wants, I will leave you two to it" Tara says and disappears into one of the rooms. I'm left with a quiet Nicole and I assume it's time for that long-awaited talk. 

She has a calm look and only stares into space. 

"Wanna talk? " I walk to her and slowly drape my arm around her waist. Like I have been doing since I got here, I bury my nose in her hair and relish in the warmth her small body provides. 

I will never get used to this. 

"No" She mumbles, placing her palm on my hand and the star tattoo on her wrist catches my attention. 

Maybe it's just a coincidence. 

I know one person who has the same tattoo at the exact place as hers. 

Leonardo.