My Husband, the Assassin

Chapter 005

The heavy police motorcycle, under William's control, soared into the air like a steel bird. It cleared the one-meter-high concrete barrier and plunged into the ten-meter void below.

Despite the critical situation, William narrowed his eyes, taking a moment to appreciate the scene. Here he was, sharing a ride with a beautiful female police officer, her arms wrapped tightly around him, flying into the sunset.

Ah, romance, he thought with a smirk.

The female police officer, however, did not share his appreciation for the "romance."

She was terrified. Her eyes were squeezed shut, and she clung to William with a death grip, praying to every god she knew.

Whoosh—!

The wind roared in her ears. Her center of gravity shifted wildly. She felt like she was going to die.

My career... my reputation as a Police... all ruined by this lunatic! She screamed internally. If I survive this, I swear I will tear him limb from limb!

Below them, on the lower highway.

The carjacker in the Maserati saw the motorcycle dropping from the sky. His jaw dropped.

They're dead, he thought, a wicked grin spreading across his face. Falling from that height? They'll be roadkill.

Relaxing slightly, he slowed down, eager to watch the inevitable crash.

THUD!

After four seconds of freefall, the motorcycle hit the asphalt with a heavy, jarring slam—fifty meters ahead of the Maserati.

The carjacker’s grin froze.

The bike's suspension groaned, but it held. The two riders were not dead. They were very much alive, and now, they were blocking his path.

William had faith in the build quality of police vehicles. As long as the fuel tank didn't rupture, they were fine.

The female police officer was still screaming, her eyes shut tight, her heart pounding against William’s back.

William didn't stop her. To be honest, having a beautiful woman clinging to him wasn't the worst way to spend an afternoon. He savored the hug for a moment longer than necessary.

"Are we dead?! Am I a ghost?! AHHHHH!" she yelled, her voice trembling.

Seeing the Maserati approaching rapidly, William decided it was time to get back to business.

"Open your eyes, sleeping beauty," William chuckled. "Unless you want him to get away again."

Before she could react, William leaped off the stationary bike. He sprinted toward the oncoming Maserati.

The carjacker panicked. He tried to swerve, but William was too fast. With a powerful leap, William landed on the hood of the moving car.

The thief screamed and pulled out a dagger, slashing wildly through the open window while trying to steer.

Bang!

William pulled the gun—the officer's gun, which he had swiped earlier—and fired a warning shot into the sky.

"Stop the car, or the next one goes in your head!"

SCREECH—!

The gunshot shattered the thief's nerve. He slammed on the brakes.

Inertia is a cruel mistress. William couldn't hold onto the smooth hood and was flung forward by the sudden stop.

But William wasn't an ordinary man; he was a veteran of the world's most dangerous battlefields.

As he flew off the hood, his hands shot out like lightning. He grabbed the thief by the collar and yanked him out through the window.

They tumbled onto the asphalt together.

The thief was desperate. He scrambled up, lunging at William with the dagger.

Smack.

William didn't even dodge. In one fluid motion, he pistol-whipped the thief across the forehead.

The thief froze. The tip of his blade was less than an inch from William’s neck, but his eyes rolled back, and he collapsed like a sack of potatoes.

The female police officer finally caught up, panting heavily. She stared at the unconscious criminal, then at William.

Her mind raced with questions.

Did I do anything?

Wait... isn't that my gun?

When did he take it?!

"Alright, Officer," William said, tossing the gun back to her. He flashed a charming grin. "He's all yours. I've got a date to keep."

She caught her weapon reflexively.

"By the way," William added, winking. "You really are beautiful. I like feisty women."

With that, he turned and jogged back toward the upper highway where Nora was waiting.

The female police officer stood there, stunned. Then, the rage kicked in.

"HEY! You crazy bastard!" she screamed after him. "Come back here! You almost got me killed!"

William stopped and looked over his shoulder. He had already lit a cigarette. His playful expression was gone, replaced by a cold, sharp look. "What did you say?"

She flinched. The sudden shift in his aura—that terrifying, murderous intent—froze the words in her throat. Her mouth went dry. "N-nothing..."

"Good. See ya." William turned and walked away.

The female police officer watched his back, her face flushing with a mix of anger and embarrassment. He looked at me like I was prey... and now he's ignoring me?

"Wait! What's your name?" she shouted, her voice echoing on the empty highway.

William waved his hand without looking back. "The name's William!"

Then, he broke into a sprint, disappearing into the distance.

She clenched her teeth. "William... You better pray I don't catch you breaking the law. Next time, I'll lock you up myself!"

William returned to pick up Nora and drove them back to the company building. He had run back for two reasons: one, he didn't want Nora waiting too long; and two, he really didn't want to get dragged to the police station for paperwork. He had a dinner date with his "wife," after all.

Nora didn't say much on the way back, but her eyes were wide with admiration. She sat in the passenger seat, staring at William.

What kind of man is he? she wondered. He drives like a pro, fights like a soldier, and even orders police captains around. He's amazing.

When they arrived at the office, William expected a grand dinner. Instead, Sophia had ordered takeout.

And she hadn't ordered any for him.

William sat on the office sofa, staring pitifully at Sophia. "Wifey, did you really not get me any food?"

Sophia didn't look up from her document. "I am not your wifey. Please remember our relationship is strictly contractual... and barely that."

"Fine. Future Wifey," William corrected, admiring her cold demeanor. She really does look like an ice lotus—beautiful, distant, and prickly. "Are you going to let your fiancé starve?"

Sophia sighed. Arguing with him was exhausting.

"Cousin, don't be mean," Nora chimed in, pushing her own lunchbox toward William. "He can have mine. He saved the day, after all."

William grinned. "No need, Nora. My wife will take care of me. Right?"

Sophia rolled her eyes. She looked at Nora's pleading face and sighed again. Reluctantly, she picked up her phone and ordered another meal.

Maybe it was intentional, or maybe it was just subconscious guilt, but she ordered the premium bento box—extra chicken drumstick included.

William watched her eat, a small smile playing on his lips. "You treat me so well, Wifey. Tonight, I'll escort you home safely and give you a nice shoulder massage. You work too hard."

"William!" Sophia slammed her chopsticks down. Her eyes flashed with warning. "Eat your food, then leave. You go your way, I go mine. Do not get confused."

Nora blinked in surprise. "Cousin, isn't William staying at the villa with us tonight?"

Sophia looked at Nora, her expression softening. "Nora, whose side are you on? He's a hooligan. Letting him live with us would be dangerous. It’s like inviting a wolf into the house."

"But he's a good person!" Nora insisted. "He helped the police catch a criminal today! And he saved me last night!"

Sophia frowned. She had to admit, Nora had a point. If she hadn't met William personally, she might have thought he was a hero.

But looking at him now—shaking his leg, smoking a cigarette inside her office, looking like a thug—she just couldn't do it.

"No," Sophia said firmly. "William, you are not staying at my house. Finish your food and leave. Or the engagement is off."

"Oh? So now you admit there's an engagement?" William chuckled. "Fine, fine. If you don't want me to live with you, I won't force it. I won't be heartbroken."

Sophia was surprised by his sudden compromise. He gave up that easily?

She didn't know William well enough yet.

If you won't let me in, William thought, a mischievous glint in his eyes, I'll just have to invite myself in.

Nora looked disappointed. "That's a shame. I thought it would be fun having a man around the house for protection."

After dinner, Nora stayed to help Sophia with some paperwork for half an hour. William took the opportunity to wander around the building.

He wanted to scout for beauties, but it was after hours. The only people left were a few male security guards who didn't exactly match his taste.

He concluded his tour: The Ning Group is huge. Definitely the number one corporation in the city.

Thirty minutes later.

Without saying a word, Sophia packed up, grabbed Nora, and left. She drove off in her other car, leaving William stranded in the lobby.

By the time William realized it, they were long gone.

He stood at the entrance of the towering skyscraper, lighting another cigarette. He watched the city lights flicker on, a rogue smile curling his lips.

"You think driving off without me will stop me?" he whispered to the wind.

He hailed a taxi. "Follow that car."