LEILANI. 

I&#x27;m an orphan who was picked up by the roadside and left on the gate of a convent when I was a baby.

I was raised by Reverend sisters and I spent all twenty three years of my life in the convent.

I went to school there and did everything in the big convent, I&#x27;ve never been on my own until six months ago.

When I told the sisters that I want to go out on my own, Sister Bernadette was scared because I&#x27;ve never been on my own before.

Six months later, I&#x27;m doing fine. In a small quiet town, everything is great. The people are good.

All was going really well.....until the day he showed up. 

The scariest man I&#x27;ve ever seen. And the way he looks at me? It&#x27;s a look I don&#x27;t understand but it never fails to send shivers down my spine.

Who is he?

What does he want from me?

ZERO

HE IS DARKNESS.... 

I am the bad guy of this story. Every story has a villain, and I am that villain.

You can call me, Number Zero. Or Zero, for short. Frankly, I don&#x27;t care.

I am a born killer and I&#x27;m called The Killer Machine in the dark world, the part of the world do-gooders don&#x27;t see.

Think of every name you would call a professional killer, and give me that name, because you wouldn&#x27;t be wrong.

I would like to tell you that I try to do good, to do the right thing but that would be a lie. I don&#x27;t see any need why I have to lie here.

I am a very bad man, don&#x27;t go searching for good because it&#x27;s not there. 

I have so much darkness in me that if you stay in my mind for a long time, you go dark too.

Don&#x27;t mistake this for a confession because it is not. I&#x27;m not seeking for forgiveness and if you give it, I won&#x27;t accept it. I&#x27;m not seeking for redemption here. My sins are my own.

The first day I saw her, I just knew something.

My new fascination. My first fascination in all my thirty three years of life.

I must have her.
I must make her mine.

Sex With Mr Dangerous

Six days after I saved her from that shittydick Valerie, I'm ready to go off as a bomb.

My mood is so much of a blast that sometimes I yell at her and curse obscene words to her. It only makes her skittish and sometimes, her lips will wobble and she even starts crying.

She tried to ask what's wrong but I stare at that innocent face of concern of hers, and fucking hate the world.

She really doesn't know shit. Like, nothing. Zilch. Zippo. Nada.

Fucking hell, the devil must be laughing his balls out at me from the pit of hell.

I find myself spoiling for a fight, and I half hoped for those bastards after us to find us so that I'll splatter some blood.

When that sonofabitch Morris came over three days ago to check on the "Refugees" liked he'd called us, asshole took one look at me and burst out laughing.

"Let me guess, you ain't getting some...." He thrust his hips forward into thin air repeatedly, while laughing.

CHAPTER 19