Chapter 4 A Killer Obsession
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a killer obsession
War
Coming inside, I kicked off my snow-caked boots, leaving them to melt on the welcome mat.
Ignoring my buzzing phone, I grabbed a beer, popped the top, and wandered through the house, relishing the icy chill as it slid down my throat.
Thinking back to the close call with that woman, I knew I couldn't tell E, but damn, was she a fucking sight for sore eyes.
I wondered what E wanted with her. Why was I staking out her place?
What the hell could she have possibly done to him?
My phone rang again, and speaking of the devil, it was E. I answered, hoping he'd get the hint and make it quick.
"Yeah, E, what's up?" I asked, taking another swig.
"Was she home?" His voice was a tightrope of hope and resentment.
Gritting my teeth, I paused. I had to tell him something. "Yeah, she was," I admitted, collapsing onto my office couch and firing up the security monitors.
"Well, did you see her, talk to her, or get anything fucking useful, War?" He sounded as pissed as I felt.
"What am I supposed to be fucking looking for, E? You told me to watch her. That's it." I grumbled, eyes glued to the video feed.
"Does she have a kid? Is she alone? Shit like that, War. Do your fucking job, will you?" He spat the words, the sound of a drink being poured over the phone.
"Listen," I said, trying to keep my voice steady, "this whole fucking thing feels... off. I don't think I should be involved."
E sighed heavily. "I know it's risky, but you're in too deep, my friend," he said urgently.
I took another long pull of my beer, the weight of the situation pressing down. "Fine," I relented, "but promise me you'll be careful and not get me killed with this shit," I mumbled, trying to breathe through the creeping panic.
“You'll be fine, War.” E said, but I could hear the laughter behind his words.
"Remember, my job isn't to fucking stalk people, Foley. We already went over this shit. You know what I do—I kill people. Got any of those for me?" I asked, a flicker of hope in my chest. Anything to quiet the voices the meds couldn't touch.
"Actually, yeah, I do. Meet me at my place in an hour, and I'll give you the target info."
I let out a deep breath, the tension easing slightly. "Fine, I'll be there," I said, hanging up.
As I rose from the couch, the task ahead settled over me.
I watched the feed, then gathered my things.
This was what I did best, and I’d deliver.
Taking a deep breath, I tried to shake off the unease.
But as I glanced out the window, a figure in the shadows caught my eye. My heart slammed against my ribs.
It was her. The woman.
She’d been there the whole time, watching my house.
And I knew, with chilling certainty, that I'd stepped into something far more dangerous than I'd fucking imagined.
She stood there, watching me, the snowflakes catching in her long, platinum blonde hair.
I was absolutely mesmerized, even though she looked fucking furious.
Her green eyes, gleaming under the moonlight, held a dark secret, and she guarded it well.
Platinum waves cascaded down her back, accentuating her perfect cheekbones.
A few strands framed her face, almost angelic.
Her lips, in a tight, angry frown, were full and glossy, making me wonder what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock.
She had taken me there already, and I didn't even know who she was.
Even though she was small, she was a fighter. I could tell. And those hips and legs that went on for days? I could easily imagine them wrapped around me. She was fucking stunning but guarded, and I was determined to find out why.
I watched her, observing her every move as she walked toward my front door with a determined stride, refusing to back down.
Draped in black leather that clung to her curves and highlighted the best parts of her, her black heeled boots clicked against the icy ground and echoed in my ears even from inside.
Suddenly, I felt a burning need to unravel the mystery behind her guarded persona.
As the snow continued to fall, her image wouldn't leave my mind.
I could still see the defiance in her eyes, the strength in her stance, and the vulnerability hidden beneath the surface.
I couldn't deny the intense attraction, and I was determined to break down her walls—even though I didn’t even know her fucking name.
Gathering my resolve, I decided to go out there, knowing it wouldn't be easy to get past her defenses. Something about her drew me in. I needed to understand the dark secrets behind those captivating green eyes.
With a surge of determination, I set out to unravel the enigma.
Still wondering how the hell she knew where I lived, I lit a cigarette, preparing myself for the cold. With a smirk, I slipped on my coat and walked outside, ready to meet the woman standing in front of my house.
Was this payback for staking out her place? I guess we were about to find out. Walking towards her, I shoved my hands in my pockets and kept my head down, letting the snow dust my hair.
"Can I help you?" I asked, hitting her with her own line.
"Why were you watching my house for two days?" she asked, blowing smoke directly in my face as if she didn't give a damn.
"Who said I was watching your house?" I smirked, unable to look away from her beauty and how fucking savage she was.
"Please. It was obvious. Who are you, and what the hell do you want?" She fired back, making my cock twitch. She was turning me on already.
"Maybe I'm someone who's interested in getting to know you better," I replied, trying to play it cool.
"You have a fucking weird way of showing it," she said, raising an eyebrow.
"Well, I guess I could blame it on curiosity," I said with a smirk.
"Curiosity killed the cat, you know." She winked, her posture completely perfect.
"But satisfaction brought it back," I replied, chuckling.
"Alright, you win. I'm not here for any fucking games," she said in a vicious tone.
We stood facing each other, neither of us willing to break the silence. Instead, we held an intense stare off.
"Who sent you to my fucking house?" she asked, smoking her cigarette, putting it between her plump lips that I kept wishing were wrapped around my cock.
"Nobody," I told her, wondering if she could see through my lie.
"I'm not some naive little girl, so don't fucking lie to me," she huffed. "You told me you were delivering a package, but you drove off without giving it to me... so was that a lie?"
Keeping a straight face, I tried to figure out how to explain this one, but I got nothing. "It was for the wrong address; that's why I drove off without giving it to you," I told her, hoping she would believe my lie.
I couldn't tell her who I worked for just yet, not until I found out the secrets she was keeping and why Foley wanted me to stalk her to begin with. I watched as she took another drag from her cigarette, exhaling the smoke slowly as she studied me.
"Wrong address, huh?" She finally said, her tone skeptical. "Well, you better make sure you've got the right one next time. I don't like unexpected visitors, especially ones who don't have the guts to tell me the fucking truth." Her gaze was piercing, and I felt the weight of her suspicion.
"I'll make sure it doesn't happen again," I promised, hoping to placate her.
But I knew I needed to find out more about her, about the secrets she was hiding. E's orders were clear—get close to her, gain her trust, and find out if she's a threat—but to whom and why, E wouldn't tell me.
As she crushed her cigarette under her heel and glared at me, I realized this wouldn't be as easy as I thought. But I was determined to get to the bottom of this, no matter what it took. And from this simple yet dangerous exchange, my target just fell right into my lap.
"So, what now?" I asked, my voice low.
The snow continued to fall, blanketing us both in a soft, white layer. The air between us crackled with unspoken tension, a mix of attraction and suspicion. Her eyes narrowed slightly, her expression unreadable.
"Now," she said, her voice a husky whisper that sent a shiver down my spine, "you answer my questions. And you better make damn sure you tell me the truth. Because if you don't, I promise you, you'll fucking regret it."
Her words were a challenge, a dare. And I couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement. This wasn't going to be easy, but I was suddenly more intrigued than ever.
"Ask away," I said, leaning in slightly, breaking the space between us.
I wasn't sure if I was trying to intimidate her or to get closer, but either way, I couldn't stop myself.
She took a step back but didn't break eye contact.
The green of her eyes seemed to deepen in the fading light.
Fuck, I wanted her, and I was going to make damn sure that in the end she'd be mine one way or another.