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

"What do you want to know." I grunted out as I stared at the ceiling.

I heard her intake of breath and she didn't hesitate to answer beside me. "Everything. Your childhood."

"I don't have much of that." I told her the damn truth.

"Tell me the little you had." Her voice was whispery soft and it fitted right in with the night.

I've never been a motherfucker that liked talking about himself, even Morris doesn't know much shit, but with her I don't find it irritable.

I began. "When I was a kid, my dad was the number one contractor for the bosses in Philly and Boston. He’d get a call, disappear for a few days, then show back up—most of the time, flush with cash."

She turned her head the slightest bit, listening.

"I never had a mother. When I was little, I never knew people had those anyway, it was just Pops and I. When I was ten and realised that people had those, I asked Pops and he told me all about her."

CHAPTER 25