Killers Don't Love

Gorgeous

He has tousled dark brown hair, which was thick and lustrous, to be compared with his dark brown brows which were knitted together in a serious expression. He was gifted with the kind of face that stopped you dead on your tracks, I guess he must be used to that, the sudden pause in a person's natural expression when the look his way, overcompensated with those hypnotizing amber eyes that stare deep into your soul, A sharp jaw and angular cheekbones, with well defined pink lips. He was freakishly gorgeous.

He looked down for a moment pouring himself a drink and bringing the alcohol to his lips, he walked to us his gaze fixing me like I was a sort of prey.

"Kendrick Chucks my brother," Robert spoke with displeasure clinging to his tone.

So this was the famous Kendrick Chucks. Looking in his eyes you could tell he was a cold-blooded killer but yet handsome?

I didn't take my eyes off him, a sudden heat erupting from my chest, he was the motherfucker that caused the accident, he was also the one that saved me, Kendrick Chucks saved me, a supposed to be heartless killer.

"Where is the restroom?" I blurted out still not tearing my eyes away from his face.

"In the hall just turn left," Robert replied.

Finally, I tear my eyes off his damn face and walked away.

I took deep breaths, staring at my reflection in the glass mirror, something was different about me, I don't understand but I can see something else in the darkness of my eyes.

The door flipped open letting a man in jeans and gray T-shirt in, his hair was cut in a straight line and dyed green.

"Oh sorry," he said as his eyes traveled down my collar bone. "Maybe we could discuss." A mischievous smirk was playing on his lips. He took some slow steps toward me, he stretched his hands to touch my naked shoulder, but I intercepted it right there, I twisted his wrist obtaining a c***k along with his scream, I kicked him in the ball and punched his face several times, before letting him drop. Another guy burst in, just before he came close I set my leg out giving him a heel kick in the stomach, he stumbled back holding his stomach, I grabbed his hair jabbing him on the mirror, which went into pieces shattering on the floor.

I heard a huge thud behind me, I quickly snap my head back, another guy laying on the floor knocked out, my gaze left the scum to the architect of his fall. Him! again!

"I didn't need help." I sneered.

"You're welcome." He said monotonously, his voice was nothing I've ever heard before, deep yet calming like a low roll of thunder. I met reputed assassins and killers but I've never heard one with such a voice, almost innocent, just another mask among million.

I had zoned out for a second, I quickly gathered myself staring him down, "Avoid helping me in the future." I walked past him.

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"This is your room." The bald-headed guy of earlier said once we were in a well-decorated fashioned room. I half nodded. He took his exit shutting the door behind.

I locked the door with my keys. I started unpacking my stuff arranging them in the closet, and my weapons were hidden all over the room.

I undressed and went into the warm shower. Slowly I rubbed my skin with the foam from the soap.

I shut my eyes for a split second all I heard and saw was the screams of agony from my mother and his brown eyes full of hatred, horrible as they were enough to leave a deadly scar. I snap my eyes open with a gasp. I got out of the tub after my bath, wrapping a white towel around my naked body. I dried up and got in my black nightdress that stops above my tight with short sleeves.

I tried my best to have some sleep but I couldn't, I toasted from one side of the bed to another, finally giving up, I grabbed my tactical knife and went out of the room.

The hallway was a dark shade of brown, with red Carpet hiding the crystal floor beneath, the light flickered. I heard loud CRASH! I became fully alert, with a strong grip on my knife hidden behind my back, I tiptoed to the direction of the sound, I came in a silent stop in front of a door, I pressed my ears against the hardwood and I heard a strange noise, a whisper of "no" repeated over and over with heavy breaths.

I silently and carefully twisted the knob but the door was locked, I pulled out a spare pin in my hair, I pushed it in the lock, with a faint CLICK sound the door was unlocked. I cracked it opened, peeping in the slight gap, I saw the black paint on the wall only.

I slipped in without a sound. Pretty luxurious for my liking, the room was big bigger than my garage, with a King size bed cover white a black duvet, the walls were painted black with an expensive portrait of guns and knives hanging neatly like some precious picture. The bed was rumpled indicating the presence of somebody not long ago, but I saw nobody, the room was empty, I can feel the presence of somebody somewhere around.

I grip my knife underneath my dress, slowly I observe the room attentively, the slight noise made by the breeze could be heard by me. I spotted a paper sticking out from under the pillows, slowly I reached down and pulled it out.

It was a young boy with a very beautiful woman, the boy looked happier than the woman, she had her arms around him and vice visa, the smile and light in his amber eyes almost made me smile.

But I felt this heat behind me. My first option was my knife, I shoot up without a second thought, launch my knife at full speed against the non-identify person.

My attack was intercepted a few inches close to my target, he had a grip on my wrist, I saw it again! His amber eyes, those eyes that pierced my soul to my deepest secret, I was so weakened by the orange-yellow explosion in his eyes that I didn't notice him pin my hand and hold the knife up to my throat, I struggled to break free like a weak bird with broken wings.

Then I froze when I felt his heated breath on the skin of my neck, just like a tranquilizer, I stood still.

"You don't touch my stuff, neither enter my room without invitation." He spoke in a soft horse voice I found passionate.

"Let go of me." I simply said, my voice showing no emotions.

He released my hands. I turned around in fury doing the first thing my mind could access, I slapped him across the face, his head whip to his left shoulder, causing some messy locks to fly on his face making him more hotter.

"Don't ever come close to me son of bitch." I said through gritted teeth.

His lips parted to form a lopsided smile, he grabbed my upper arm, pulling me close to his chest, I had my left hand on his bare tattooed chest.

"No one tells me what or what not to do, got that Pussycat?" He stared straight into my eyes with his glazed ones.

I pushed him off with the little strength I recovered. "f**k. Off." I walked away as gently as I came in. I could feel his amber eyes piercing in my skull and picture him standing there just staring, then something flashed in my thought, I saw something else, I stopped to turn around, fortunately, he had his back turned on me, and I saw the scars, some had faded while some were just as deep as permanent.

I flipped the door open and got out before he had me under the charm of his eyes again.

I sprawl on my bed, knees close to my chest with hands under my head staring at the ceiling, all I saw was him, my hand flew to my neck where his nose touched, I could picture him kissing my skin. A very little smile crept to my lips. I immediately shook my head.

"What is wrong with me? I came here for a mission not to admire a son of bitch." I slammed my fist on my side.

This mission won't be easy as I thought with him around the corner. But something is not right about him, the picture? the scars? They're a piece to one great puzzle. An enigma, yes that's what he is. I'm determined to solve that great enigma no matter what it takes.

Who is Kendrick Chucks in person? That I'll find out very soon.