Chapter 2
two
a killer war
War
Slipping between buildings, I moved swiftly with silent steps, mirroring my target's pace, desperate to remain unseen.
Clutching my Glock at my side, I ducked behind a dumpster as he pivoted, his paranoia spiking—likely fueled by drugs or a premonition of being followed.
Either way, his erratic behavior was delaying the fucking job and throwing me off schedule.
Still crouched, I screwed on the silencer, switching to plan B, eager to finish this shit, deliver the proof to E, collect my payment, and meet my girl at the club for a drink.
Watching intently, he pulled out a crack baggie, packed a small rock into the glass stem between his dirty fingers, and took a hit, oblivious to his surroundings.
Fucking crackhead.
After a few puffs from his pipe, he resumed walking, constantly glancing over his shoulder.
Fuck it, I thought. Raising my gun, I flipped off the safety, placed my finger on the trigger, and aimed for the back of his head.
With a single, perfectly centered shot, he dropped, a soft pop echoing in the dead of night.
Approaching him, I watched as his blood stained the white snow beneath his head, and after a few involuntary twitches, the crackhead went completely fucking still. Getting rid of the body was always the part I hated most. Messy, time-consuming, and hard fucking work.
Taking a life was a piece of cake, especially for an ex-marine. I’d done my time overseas—in plenty of wars—and now I was home fighting worse ones. But it was all part of the job, and you didn't cross the boss. He’d make your ass disappear, ensuring your body was never found.
After handling the scene and cleaning up my mess, I hit the road, heading to my boss's house, the crackhead’s body sunk at the bottom of an ice-covered lake in Manhattan—minus his hands.
You steal from E, he’d cut off your hands—or have someone else cut them off—so this motherfucker must have stolen something from him.
I lit my blunt and tried to relax, cruising casually as the snow intensified, blanketing the city and almost erasing all visibility.
Pulling up to the snow-covered, dark mansion, I parked and got out, straightening my black jacket as I walked through the doors. After being patted down and searched, E's bodyguard led me to his office, not a word exchanged.
“Warrin, is that blood on your hands?” E asked as I sat across his desk, here only for my pay.
“Quite observant, I see,” I retorted, a mocking tone in my voice.
“I take it you did the job?” he asked, retrieving an envelope from his desk.
“Yeah, he’s dead, buried, and everything's taken care of," I said with confidence.
E nodded, his expression unreadable in the dim light. He slid the envelope across the desk, the sound of it scraping against the wood echoing in the silence. I snatched it quickly, eager to finish this exchange and disappear back into the night.
“But there’s something else,” E's voice cut through the tension, making me pause before tearing my gaze away from the envelope. “Something unexpected came up, and I need you for another job.”
My heart skipped a beat. Unexpected events were never a good sign, especially in this line of work. But I remained silent, waiting for E to continue.
“There’s a girl,” E explained, his eyes searching mine for any sign of recognition.
There was always a fucking girl.
My mind raced, adrenaline surging. This wasn't part of the plan. The target was dead, his body hidden, no trace left behind—that was my job.
E leaned back in his chair, a hint of amusement playing at the corner of his lips. “I need you to stake out her house and make sure she isn't a threat.”
Panic threatened to consume me. “I don’t do that kind of shit. I kill, I don't stalk.”
He shook his head, anger swirling in his dark eyes, and I knew he wasn't going to let me walk out of here until I agreed to the job. Once you were in with E, there was only one way out. And shit, I wasn't ready to die just yet.
“What do you suggest I do?” I asked, my voice betraying my fear as I gritted my teeth.
E’s gaze narrowed, weighing his options. “Watch her and let me know what she’s up to, War; it's fucking simple.”
I nodded, already formulating a plan in my twisted, calculating mind.
E and I had faced countless challenges together, relying on each other’s resourcefulness.
This was no different. But at the same time, it was absolutely different.
He knew I didn't stalk people. He knew I was a killer.
So him giving me that bullshit assignment had me wracking my brain to figure out what was so important about that job—about him making me take that job.
“Come, I'll walk you out,” he said, rising from his seat.
We moved quickly through the mansion's labyrinthine corridors, our steps muffled by the plush carpet. As we reached the front door, I turned to him, waiting for the guards to pass.
“I’ll be in touch,” I whispered to E, a mischievous grin playing at the corner of my lips.
“Don't fucking touch her, War. Your job is to watch—that's it.” E returned my smile, understanding the gravity and the thrill of the situation.
As we stood there, discussing his sinister plan, E's laughter filled the room, a sound born of relief and defiance, certain he’d outsmarted anyone foolish enough to challenge him. Obviously, this girl had done something to him, but what?
This job had taken an unexpected turn, but I would adapt, as I always did. I thrived in chaos, adapting and conquering whatever came my way. As the mansion doors swung open, revealing the moonlit snowy landscape, I took a deep breath, bracing myself for the next chapter in this dangerous game.
After getting my money, I went straight to the bar, needing a drink and hoping one of my favorite girls was there.
Driving, the snow came down hard, making it even harder to see the streets of New York in the whiteout conditions, but eventually I made it to my destination.
At the bar, drink in hand, I went right up to Addison, looping my arm around her waist.
“Hey, handsome. Wanna dance?” she asked, licking her lips as she ground against me.
“Of course, I want a fucking dance, Addi. Now twerk that ass for me, baby.”
Addison smirked playfully and started moving her hips in sync with the music, her body swaying against mine, her ass pressed against my cock—a perfect fucking fit.
The dimly lit bar vibrated with wild, rhythmic beats, and the scent of alcohol hung thick in the air.
As she danced, I discreetly slipped E's money into her bra, a small token of gratitude for her “companionship.”
Lost in the moment's pulsating energy, I was captivated by Addison's mesmerizing movements, running my hands all over her body. The world outside the bar faded away as we created our escape, a temporary haven from reality's chaos.
The crowd around us watched with envy and desire, their eyes yearning for a taste of our electric chemistry.
But I was oblivious, consumed by Addison's graceful dance and the euphoria coursing through me.
Each sway of her hips, each brush of her fingertips against my chest, intensified the hunger within, and it took everything not to fuck her right then and there.
Addison had been my girl for a year now—not girlfriend—just girl.
We fucked, and that was about it, but she was always there when I needed her, and it worked.
She had her life, and I had mine, which neither of us knew anything about, and that's the way it was—that's the way it had to be.
As the song reached its climax, Addison's movements became more provocative and daring.
She leaned in close, whispering with a teasing tone, "Wanna take this somewhere more private?"
Her words sent shivers down my spine, igniting a flame of desire I couldn't ignore. “Let's fucking go.”
I quickly finished my drink, nodding approvingly at Addison's suggestion. We navigated the crowd, hand in hand, as the music faded. The cold wind outside bit at our faces, contrasting with the warmth building between us.
Within minutes, we were at a nearby hotel, our footsteps echoing through the empty halls. The anticipation grew with each step, fueled by the forbidden fantasies we were about to indulge.
"Leave your dress on, but pull it up so I can see your ass, Addi.”
I dropped my pants to my ankles and shoved her against the windows, giving her a view of the snow-covered city. She lifted her dress, baring her ass, and made her cheeks bounce.
“Like this?” she asked playfully.
I brought my hand down across her ass, leaving a bright red handprint—she didn’t flinch.
"Perfect... now you know the drill," I whispered into her ear, wrapping my hand around her neck.
"Again, War?”
I tightened my grip, dragging her towards the bed. Lifting her by her throat, I threw her onto the bed, watching her land with a slight bounce before she scurried toward the pillows.
"Either I choke you out and then fuck you, or you play dead and I fuck you...take your pick, Addi.”
"I'll play dead, you freak,” she laughed as I crawled toward her, waiting for her to play the fucking part. I had a thing for fucking a bitch who liked to play dead, so?
"You go along with it every time, and you've even let me choke you until you passed out... and I fucked your unconscious body, Addi... you're a freak too, baby."
She smiled, laying down, slowly relaxing every part of her, so she began to look at peace—like she was dead…
Her eyes closed, and her breathing became shallow, her chest barely moving.
I slid between her legs, easing my cock between her dripping pussy lips, sliding into her in one thrust, putting power behind the jerk of my hips—she didn't move. .. good girl.
I don't know how she did it, but she sure as fuck acted like she was dead as I fucked her, taking my time drilling her tight, sloppy pussy until I was pulling out and spilling my cum all over her throat, giving her a pearl necklace.
It was so fucking sexy to see. Behind closed doors, time stood still as passion took over, erasing all worries and inhibitions.
Hours blurred into moments, and moments into memories, as our bodies merged in a rough symphony of passionate desire.
Her soft whispers, my carnal moans, and the fierce embrace created a masterpiece unique to our own secret world.
And as the darkness began to peek through the curtains, casting solemn rays of moonlight, we lay intertwined, basking in the aftermath of our uninhibited passion.
But as the world outside stirred with possibility, reality came knocking.
“Leaving so soon?” she asked as I silently dressed, leaving her on the bed covered in cum—nothing new.
“I have work to do, Addi.”
We exchanged one last intense, lingering kiss, a silent promise of the unforgettable connection we’d shared. With heavy hearts, we parted, knowing our paths, though diverging, had been forever changed by this fleeting encounter.
Leaving the hotel, I stepped out into the moonlight, snowflakes still falling.
The streets of New York welcomed me again, bustling with life and endless possibilities.
But somewhere deep within, I carried the traces of a night forever etched in my mind, a night where I found solace, pleasure, and a momentary escape from the tangled threads of my existence.
Pulling out my phone, I clicked on E’s message, telling me the address for the stakeout. Parked in front of the brownstone, my eyes began to close as flakes fell and the sound of plows echoed. Infectious laughter jolted me awake, and that's when I saw her.
She was fucking beautiful.
Walking with another guy, I watched them stop on her steps as she laughed at something, playfully smacking his chest. Fuck, I wanted her already.
But who was she? Was she just another girl caught in this operation, or was there more to her story?
I grabbed my binoculars from the glove compartment, desperate to catch a glimpse of her face up close.
As I focused the lenses, I couldn't look away.
Lost in thought, I noticed the guy pull her into a hug, their laughter blending into the cold winter air. A twinge of jealousy pulsed through me, and I wondered what their relationship was. Just a friend? Or something more intimate?
My curiosity piqued, and I decided to dig deeper. Pulling up my phone, I opened the encrypted messaging app that E and I used. I texted him, asking for information. It was a long shot, but E always had connections.
Waiting for his reply, I kept observing her. There was a mystery about her, one that intensified my desire to know more. I imagined meeting her, learning her secrets, and perhaps becoming a part of her life.
Minutes felt like hours before my phone buzzed.
E had replied. I eagerly unlocked my phone, scanning for details.
To my surprise, E had no concrete information to share.
I was just his errand boy—his stalker. However, he mentioned a possible connection to a high-profile target we’d been tracking for months.
My heart raced. Could she be involved in something more than I thought?
This stakeout just got a lot more complicated.
As the snow blanketed the streets, I made a decision—I'd get closer to her, one way or another. Whether befriending her, following her, or pretending to be someone else, I'd uncover the truth behind her.
Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of my car, bracing against the wind. With each determined step, I knew this was just the beginning of a perilous path that could change both our lives. Little did I realize how deeply entangled our fates were about to become.