Chapter 18 - I'll Never Come Back!

Hunter's POV:

I’m fucking floating in unmet sensations only by kissing her and having her in my arms.

You get me high in love, you baby snake….

My heart is harassing my being, and my all 'brains' are commanding me to take her and go straight home for next love madness…. I can’t fucking stop…. And I can’t hear the fucker’s words anymore. It’s just me and my baby who’s trying to probably not hit me from how I’m feeling her. Ha-ha!

My baby killer love…. He, he, he…. I’m not stopping, love…. I can’t and I don’t want to…. Deal with it….

Lacey’s POV:

I’LL KILL YOU! HOW DARE YOU KISS ME?! UNBELIEVABLE! If only Clinton wasn’t here! He doesn’t care if he kills you! No matter who the fuck you are!

I’m fighting myself to play along and give the appearances of the lie to Clinton, but I’m so fucking disgusted and my brain is burning me to beat the fucking kid until he passes out for his insolence. My heart is trooping in revenge on both the kid and Clinton.

“LACEY!”

SHUT THE FUCK UP! IT’S COMING! THAT ROUND YOU WERE ASKING?! YOU’LL FUCKING HAVE IT! YOU DO THIS WITH CIVILIANS AROUND?! AND THREATEN TO KILL THIS KID?! HE’S A FUCKING CIVILIAN, MOTHERFUCKER! YOU’RE STILL A MAD DOG!

“Lacey! I’m almost killing him! DON’T FUCK MY BRAINS!”

I’m kissing the kid back and hearing the fucker at my back who’s almost out of it. He’s not lying or playing. He’s real. AND THIS STUPID KID IS NOT CEASING WITH HIS PLAYBOY ATTITUDE!

SHIT! If your life wasn’t in danger!

He’s kissing and embracing me like he has never done this to my inside rage, and he’s WITH HIS FUCKING TONGUE IN MY MOUTH!

SON OF A BITCH! ONCE I DEAL WITH CLINTON, YOU’RE OUT TOO! I SHOULDN’T HAVE SIGNED THE CONTRACT! I’M BEYOND REGRETTING IT! FUCKING MONEY AND MY MADNESS TO SIGN IT YESTERDAY! LOOK WHAT I’VE GOTTEN MYSELF INTO!

I’m not boiling inside, I’m fucking erupting! I’m controlling my inflamed breathing.

I need to stop this… But how….

“LACEY!”

If I do it in my crazy attitude, once it’s stopped, Clinton shoots him…. I can’t live with that, no matter how much I hate the brat for all this.

I’m with my right hand on his chest and his heart is hitting everywhere. He won’t stop on his own. This fucker is so into all this that he’s out of this world.

ARE YOU FOR REAL?! WHAT ARE YOU?! A FUCKING TEENAGER?!

I’m hearing Clinton’s mad breathing and one of our men persuading him to calm down and to not do something stupid, but he punches him.

FUCK! HE’S LOSING IT!

My heart is getting punches as I’m between the beast at my back and the beast kissing me! My blood is rebelling through my veins and my head is in a pulsating pain as this kid is playing with real fire, considering he’s all that and untouchable! No, he has no fucking reaction to anything! LIKE HE’S FUCKING IRON MAN! HIS ONLY FOCUS IS ON ME! And he’s fucking body is set on fire! J

ESUS CHRIST, KID!

Other people around us are in silence, only when the gun shot went out there was panic and now when Clinton punched the guy another ruckus went off.

WHO THE FUCK THOUGHT I’LL EVER BE CAUGHT IN SUCH A SITUATION?! NOT ME! I’ve fucking avoided it like plague…. Alright, alright. I need to stop this and go with Clinton to solve the shit he came here for.

I’m cupping the kissing beast’s face, and in slow kisses, I’m trying to make him stop, but he’s sensing my intention and he doesn’t let go. FUCKING STOP! ARE YOU FUCKING CRAZY?!

You guys don’t want to know what kind of war is ongoing inside of me right now! The nuclear one! And I need to keep it low and not be seen outside! At first sign from me that all this is against my fucking will and want, Clinton shoots him the next second! He’s a fucking lunatic in reality!

I accomplish in breaking the mad kissing with Hunter’s erratic breathing and lost stare at me. I’m with a cut breathing myself and staring at him with a mad frown. He’s with his hand around my waist, tight, like fucking glued to me, and with the other on my cheek. I simulate kissing his temple and whisper to the fucker’s left ear….

“Let go of me. Now. He’s not fucking around. If your life wasn’t in danger, I would have killed you myself for your fucker’s attitude. I said I’m different and to stop playing with fire.” And before he replies, I take myself off him and turn around at Clinton who’s in bombs of madness for what he’s seen. Yeah, well….

I’m in a lock of stares with Clinton while walking at him with inflamed steps. My stare is that of the cruelest animal, and his is that of broken heart and mad wolf. He’s with his gun in his right hand, lowering it as I’m not kissing the kid anymore.

Once I’m in front of him, my left punch collides with his left cheek, sending his head aside. I’m breathing like a fucking bull at him. He’s squeezing the gun and contracting his jawline. I take my superior persona at him, with all my muscles clenched, ready for a fight if it will reach to that. I’m speaking on a commander voice, with the gravity of it.

“How do you dare do this with civilians around, moron? Huh?!”

Yeah, he’s as towering and ripped in muscles like Markle, and I’m a small one in front of them. But when you’re a dangerous person yourself, size never matters. He’s still with his stare aside, breathing in his craziness, with his jawline twitching. He’s one with short dark honey hair, jade eyes, and with an alluring idol face himself. Yes, Hunter is above him in all, but who the fuck cares. I don’t.

“You provoked me, love. You know how I stand when it comes to you, babe.”

I approach my face one inch distance from his while the kid says something at my back, which I ignore as he’s not important to me. It was important for me to not be the reason for him getting shot to death. The rest I don’t give a fuck.

“You say what, babe? I provoked you? How?”

We’re now breathing in a fighting mode against each other, and both owning our true assassin stares.

“Lace? Don’t start with me.”

“Start what?”

“I fucking love you, babe.”

“Since when do I care about that?”

“Stop it.”

“Stop what?”

“Don’t drive me crazy again.”

“You’re crazy by nature.”

“You know what I mean.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“Lace?”

“Want me to repeat four years ago?”

“Don’t provoke me, love. I’m almost out.”

“I told you to stop aggravating me, moron.”

“I’m not. I JUST CAN’T STAY AWAY ANYMORE! NOT WHEN YOU’RE OUT AGAIN! I FUCKING STAYED AWAY AND RESPECTED YOUR WISH AND YOUR FATHER’S SITUATION, LACEY! I TRIED TO HELP YOU ALL THE TIME! YOU’VE SENT BACK ALL THE MONEY I FUCKING SENT YOU FOR EVERYTHING! YOU’RE STUBBORN!”

Yeah, he’s now out of his mind, angry, gesticulating at me for everything he says, and his eyes are on fire like a real mad dog. If you’re not one like me, you would be a fucking Chihuahua in front of the Rottweiler he is. No, he’s never been bad to me, but his attitude, when he’s not controlling, is like this.

Clinton Gheko is thirty-two and one of the best assassins out there in all types of situations. We’re under an official organization, hidden in front of public, fighting for good, and we have official badges.

I gave up four years ago on all that though…. Because of a 'situation'. My heart bleeds remembering that…. I saved the mission, yet…. One of the victims died in the hospital…. First time ever happening to me. I took all the bullets in my fucking body, but one shot…. Touched the victim…. In a vital part…. The sixteen-year-old girl died when I assured her everything will be okay…. I’ll never forgive myself for it…. An innocent soul…died…because I wasn’t fast enough! She wasn’t my mission. I found her there, kidnapped, and I assumed her on me, to help her out of there.

Till today, I’m haunted by that event. When I came back home, my dad’s condition popped, and I decided to shut down everything around me, and focus on my dad, as he’s the only important person in my life. I love him and I want him with me forever. Of course, the Mafia from where I got the girl out, once they recovered from our hit back then, is on my back for revenge. The girl apparently was kidnapped for the big boss.

So, I stayed low, out of any involvement with the agency and people, out of my official business which was prospering, and took, like Brent always says, a monk life in my all. I don’t regret anything. My dad is my heart and soul. I’ll go all the way for him and for his safety.

I snap at him and push his chest, sending him a few steps back.

“I SAID I DON’T NEED THAT! I’VE NEVER ASKED FOR YOUR HELP! Don’t you fucking show up in front of my face and fucking judge me, Clinton.” I’m out of breath, that mad I am, eyeing him with a hateful stare.

He’s controlling himself now as he knows I’m getting the calm before explosion against him. I’m poking his chest with my index finger to his backing off. His stare is still that of a mad dog and his breathing.

“When I said I’m out, I’m out for good. There’s no turning back.”

I’m walking with him like that to his backing off. He can’t handle me if I go lunatic on him.

“You stayed away because you don’t have balls against me, moron. I told you to stop fucking with me. But you never listen. You just drive me insane to fuck you. You want me to trash you again, Clinton? You want me to unleash again? Huh? You fucking cross rules and come here, threatening a civilian, creating panic, for what?! I’LL NEVER COME BACK! WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED ME TO SAY FOR YOU TO FUCKING UNDERSTAND?! HUH?!”

I’ve just disarmed him and I’m having his gun in the air at him, with his head as a target, fuming at him with my bad stare.

I said I’ll lose my mind….

“General! Don’t shoot him!”