Licking my tainted lips, a wicked smile rolled on them as I held the bloody knife in my hand. My victim's blood dripped down the blade and onto my hand then to my wrist in many strands. She was sobbing, holding her arm. "Please, don't kill me!! I'll do anything!" She begged.

I smile and walk over to her, stretching my body out. "Well, there's a problem with that sweetie." I chuckle and lift her head with the knife. Her green eyes shook in fear as she tried to look me in my dark eyes. "You've seen my face. I don't plan on being put in jail because you decided to squeal." I state making her cry and scream.

"NO!! PLEASE!! I WON'T–"

I shove the knife through her throat with a smile, shutting her up. "You're so cruel, Blake." I look to see my current boss and I roll my eyes, standing up taking the knife with me.

"I didn't ask for your input. You wanted her dead, you got her dead. Don't put your pretty little head where it doesn't belong." In a heartbeat, I push him against the wall with that same blade against his neck with my other hand pinning his body to the wall. "Or it might just come off. Depends how I feel that day." I warn.

He stared me dead in my eyes and smiled. "And that's why you're my favorite killer." He chuckled and I give him a tight smile, pulling away from him. "I have another job for you." He said and I glare at him.

"You know I don't like job after job." I mutter and look ahead of me. I throw the knife and hit the dart board dead in the middle.

"It's triple pay." My eyebrow raised and I look at him with a smile.

"Should've started with that." I walk over to him as a wicked smiled rolled on his lips.

"His name's James Maxwell. He is a nosy journalist that doesn't understand digging deeper means death." He said and I pierce my lips together before stepping closer.

"Accident, kidnap, poison?"

"Accident. Make it look like someone bumped him into a busy street." I slide my clean hand up his chest and snake it up to his chin. "Why do you do this?" He growled and I smile innocently.

"Because it's fun watching your face turn in annoyance. It's the highlight of my day." I brush my lips onto his frowning ones and burst into a laughter, pulling away. "Don't worry, you're not even my type. I prefer women over men anyway." I tease and his frown deepened which made me laugh more.

"Then stop. I'm not going to tolerate it anymore." He growled and I roll my eyes.

"Oh really?" I test stepping closer. My lips lean to his ear and I pin him against the wall. "That's not what you said last night when I fucked you so hard, you started crying from pleasure. I know every little nick and kink of yours on your body. Just like I know, you love this." I press my lips against his neck and suck on it lightly, biting it, then kissing it.

He immediately let out a groan as his hands gripped my clothes. I pull back and smile at his weakened face. "And don't forget, I could always tell your mistress about us. I have proof of every act we've done in your bed, in mine, in the hallway, in the bathroom. I don't go anywhere without some type of blackmail." I smile and grab his chin.

"Now, who's the boss?"

He gulped staring me dead in my eyes. He never did answer. But I knew what his answer would've been. The sex that came right after that question answers it clear as day.

***

I shot him a smirk as he sighed buttoning up his shirt. "We need to stop this." He muttered and I roll my eyes, not believing a word he said. I grab my jacket off the bathroom floor and wrap it around his neck, yanking him towards me.

"Let's make a deal then." I taunt. "We'll stop the second you resist me with every ounce of strength in your body."

His eyes narrowed and he nodded his head. "Fine." He replied and I press my lips on his. I felt him tense up and hesitate before he started to kiss me back. I pull back with a knowing smirk.

"Told ya."

"Told me what?" He snapped. I lean back in and brush my lips on his.

"You don't want to admit you like having sex with a certain killer. If you didn't, you wouldn't be standing here right now and getting excited." I purr before moving my lips to his ear.

"And it has me wondering, maybe I should leave a mark so he remembers who makes him so hot and bothered. What do you think?"

He yanked himself back in slight fear. A wicked snicker escaped my grasp. "What the actual fuck, Blake?! Keep pushing and you won't even have the job." He snarled.

Bluffing.

I grab his chin and yank it towards me face with a smile. "Tell me to do something again and you can kiss that tongue of yours goodbye. You, of all people, should know I don't like taking orders from bossy people." I dig my nails into his chin as he started to fight back my insanely tight grip.

"Got it? Stay out of my life besides work and sex and we'll be okay. And I recommend you don't get too comfortable. I'll be gone before you know it." I release him and he stumbled back, panting a bit in fear.

I give him a wink and grab my jacket, tossing it on my shoulder. "I'll be back for my pay. And don't let what I told you slip over your pretty little head. I did warn you what could happen." I chuckle and open the bathroom door.

I grab a cigarette out of the box and put it in my mouth as I left. I quickly light it and smoke as I walk out of the house.

***

After I got to my sketchy apartment, I sit in my chair and turn on my laptop. Immediately, I start doing research on James Maxwell.

Obviously, I would've been caught by the police and arrested for first degree murder, second degree murder, planning a murder, stealing and I was on probation for two years but I knew how to get out of their system.

However, I had to wait so it wouldn't look obvious. And as of now, they think I'm just living a simple life now. Plus I have some hard encryption protecting myself from anyone tracing the research back to me.

Just a small glimpse into my life.

Let's just say, I was up for hours, finding recordings of James, where he works and lives, the route he takes everyday, and some more personal details that I could use in case I had to change my plans from an accident to an actual, obvious murder (with no evidence obviously. I'm a pro.) or poison.

I then stalked him out for a week to feel his routine and his way to work. Luckily, his car broke down and he has to take the bus. So he's been walking to the same bus stop every day. Then the lovely day came. The day James Maxwell will never see the light of day again. He wanted an accident, I'll give him an accident. And not the prettiest one. Hehe.

I spotted my target and casually push my way through the crowd until I was far enough to escape blame but close enough to commit the deed. And just my luck, James was standing on the very edge with his nose buried in a notebook. A large bus started coming down the street and I smile. Perfect.

Timing it just right, I push my back into a person that accidentally shoved him into the middle of the street. Oops, I slipped. Hehe.

And in a flash, the bus came to a stop after it hit James. His blood splattered everywhere. Even on people's faces which made me have an inner smirk.

Well, that job was far easier than that bitch, Rebecca, yesterday. Screaming and whining. Ugh, just shut up already damn.

People were in complete shock and froze up. Some even ran away. So deciding to play the sick bystander, I cover my mouth with a fake hurl sound before walking away as fast as I could. I rounded the corner and drop my hand. I immediately call him as I walked down the street.

"Hello?" He greeted roughly.

"It's done. When do I get paid?" I ask, slipping into a rental car.

"Blake, can you chill the fuck out? You know the routine. When you get here and proof is provided, you'll be paid."

I turn the engine on and smirk. "Had to make sure since someone wanted to act like a bitch a few days back. And I prefer to have money to spend." I immediately start my way to his house.

"You remind me every fucking time."

I bite my lip with the Devil's smirk on them. "And I was thinking of a slightly different type of payment for the little bit of it."

***

I shove him against the wall, smiling. "Pay me double and the last part with your body. Can't exactly get hook ups with my type of record." I offer sweetly and he gulped.

His eyes traveled down my body then back to my dark eyes. "Blake, I told you–"

"And what did I tell you?" I cut him off and slide my hand down his side slowly. I lean my lips to his ear, smiling as my hand squeezed his hip.

"I told you we'll stop when you resist me with everything you got. And by the looks of it, you're not giving much of a fight." I point out as kiss below his ear. "But I don't mind a little challenge. Makes it more exciting."

"Fuck you, Blake. Fucking fuck you!" He snarled pushing me back. I smile, crossing my arms as my eyes watched him glare at me, licking his lips almost every other word.

"We're not doing this anymore. I have a wife to think about. The first time was because I didn't have all the money and now, you won't stop." He said.

I smile sweetly. "Alrighty, that's all you had to do. Triple pay now." I retort and start heading away from him. I froze at the doorway and flashed him a smirk. "Also, when you lie, you lick your lips. So I know you didn't mean a single word of that."

I took two steps before he said, "Blake." I look at him with a raised eyebrow.

"Yes, Boss?" I tease. He grabbed my hand and started to pull me to his room. I knew he enjoyed it. I just love pushing him to the edge then pulling him back the second he slips.

***

I get out of the bed as he dozed off. I grab his face gently and smile. I'll admit, I do have a soft spot for him. Don't know if it's just the sex or that I like him, but I mess with him because I care.

And most of the time when I threaten him, it's mostly a bluff for him to stop asking questions that he doesn't need to know the answer to. The second they find out he knows, he'd be dead in two days tops.

I brush my lips on his, smiling before pulling back and pulling on my discarded clothes. After cleaning myself up, I open the door and came face to face with his mistress aka his wife. Her void-like eyes looked at me then at her sleeping husband. Sex just filled the air to the brim.

Then they locked with my darker ones as she said, "I've been meaning to talk to you for awhile. Follow me." She ordered and I casually follow her to the office.

I close the door and lock it as she walked over to the desk. "I've been wanting to talk to you since my husband partnered up with you to take care of his dirty work." She said, watching me as I sat down in the spare chair.

"And?" I ask back. "Mind cutting to the chase? I'm starving right now."

Her black eyes looked at me before she said, "I know you've been sleeping with my husband since you guys met. He told me he did it to pay for the first hit and it never happened again."

I nod my head, half listening. "And?"

"It's clear as day, you two are still sleeping together. My workers are instructed to tell me everything that goes in or around this house. Plus you two don't hide it that well."

"Yeah, pretty much. It's pretty fucking hot too. And I wasn't trying to hide it, I didn't give a damn. Him, on the other hand, wanted it to be kept a secret."

She huffed slightly and crossed her arms.

"But that's not the reason why you called me back here. It's part of it but there's something else. Something personal." I point out, knowingly.

She rolled her black eyes before walking to a wall and grabbing a duffel bag. "You are correct on that point." She dropped the bag on the desk and asked, "Do you care for him?"

"Hardly." I scuff crossing my legs in impatience.

"I meant romantically. Do you love him or like him at the very least?" She asked looking at me.

To be fully honest, I kinda do. He's really grown on me. "Maybe. Maybe not." I reply and she rolled her eyes.

"Just say that you do and make this easier on yourself."

"Fine, I kind of have small feelings for him. Why does that matter?" I question and she smiled.

"I have a job for you." I raise an eyebrow.

"I'm listening." I trail off.

"Your criminal record will vanish if you do this. Every single little crime from theft to homicide. You'll be given a new life."

A smile rolled on my lips. "You definitely got my attention." I hum, about to accept the job.

"And you'll be paid $500,000 in cash every month and if you agree, you'll be paid $100,000 right here, right now." Her painted nails patted the duffel bag.

"What's so big that you need that much to pay for it?" She smiled and stepped over to me.

"I want you to kill my husband."

My eyes widen slightly and I stand up. "Do you really think that's a smart idea to have someone that has feelings for that person to kill them?" I ask, feeling tempted about all what she offered but felt guilty for thinking of trading his life for mine.

"Of course not. I'm not an idiot. However, I've read up on you. You killed your own fiancée right after you found out she was pregnant with your own child. Not even a regular murderer would do that unless they are so cold hearted that the people around them don't matter once something gets in the way." She gave me a sweet, toxic smile.

"And I'm something in your way but I'm offering you freedom from all your crimes. Your wrong doings will disappear into thin air once it's done."

I look at her devilish black with the hint of brown eyes that wanted me to agree.

Freedom or him . . . ?

With freedom, I can live a normal life, have a family (that I won't kill this time). But with him, I'll be happy but still a criminal and a murderer (the label I mean).

I look up at her with my finial decision. "I can't do that." I whisper and sigh. "Have someone else do it." I mutter and made my way out of the suffocating room.

I didn't realized I cared that much about him. I look at the door I just came out of before heading out of the house. I wanted to be alone and that includes the readers and author as well.

Author: . . . Um well I guess Blake doesn't want to be bothered right now . . . I guess I'll just skip a couple of days to where he feels better and is back on the job.

I kick the poor excuse of a man, down the stairs of his own home. "I'll kill you!" Jacob snarled, struggling to stand up from the hits. I head down the stairs smiling.

"Kill me then. I have no life besides the act of taking others. You could call me Death." I laugh. Jacob ran at me.

In one swift movement, I grab his wrist and pin him against the wall. His green eyes flared in pure anger as he struggled against my strength. "As much as I would love to take you under my wing, I can't."

"I never asked to! You psycho!" I smile and grab his head before twisting it, hearing a clean and satisfying crack. Jacob's body followed gravity and slumped to the floor.

"I try." I reply with a smirk.

Moving a bit fast, I clean up the evidence I was here at all (including the skin under his nails) and head out. I pull off the gloves and shove them into my jacket pocket and start my walk to my car.

The second I got to my rental car, which was down a two blocks, I slip out of the tight shoes and dug inside for a clean pair. I then toss those boots in the back and hop inside.

I was going to head to my fire burning sight where I typically burn at my evidence. I start heading towards there, listening to One of THOSE Nights by The Cab. Driving one handed, I nod my head to the beat as I turn right.

My phone rang and I quickly answer it, removing my eyes from the road for a second. "Blake, I need you to come here now." He ordered and I sigh.

"I just finished a job! I need to get rid of the evidence." I snap back irritated.

"I don't care. Just come here now. It's important." I look at the dirt on me in the back seat then at my phone.

"Fine. Give me 10." I huff. He ended the call and did a giant U-turn in the middle of the street, just to head to him.

What the hell is so important that I can't dispose of the shit properly? I speed the whole way there in complete annoyance. I might like him but damn, he gets on my nerves when he does this right after a job.

I park the car and head inside with a frown. Heading to the bedroom, I see the door wide open and him sitting on the bed with his leg shaking. I close the door for privacy and cross my arms. "What's the deal, man?" I question and his blue eyes looked up at me as he stood up.

"I've should've asked you to do this the second we met." He pinned me against the wall. A million things ran through my mind until it settled on a thought.

A smirk fell on my face as I looked at his amazing features. "I see that the tables have turned." I chuckle and his eyes dug into mine.

"I have one last job for you." I raise my eyebrow at that.

"What do I get in return?" I quiz, gliding my hand up and around his neck. He took a deep breath before saying the words I thought he would never say.

"I want you to kill my wife. And you'll have anything you desire. Wealth, fame, power, anything." He offered and I shake my head.

"How about you for payment?" I quiz leaning in.

"Me . . . ?"

"You see . . . " I trail my other hand down his chest. "I've grown quite fond of you. You could say that I like you in a romantic way." I say. I pull out my phone before he could do anything and pull his face to mine, kissing him. My lips turned up as I took the picture and I pull back.

His piercing blue eyes stared me dead in the eyes before grabbing my waist and crushing his lips onto mine. I snake my hands around his waist and flip us so he was against the wall. "Why do you think I asked you to kill her?" He asked a bit breathless and I smirk.

"I don't care. I want you right now."

"Then have me." I crush my lips back into his and took his body into my hands.

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I smile, looking at my adopted daughter. My fingers ran through her jet black hair as I worked on styling her hair for the day. "That's how I met my first true love, your other father." I whisper with a bright smile.

My eyes traveled up to the picture of us kissing. I took a couple more but I couldn't frame them like this one. This one was different from the rest.

"What ever happened to you two? You always talk about him but never explained what made you two break up. You guys seemed so happy together." I look at my beautiful daughter through the mirror and smile before kissing the top of her head.

Finishing up the braiding of her ponytail, I place my hands on her shoulders. My eyes connected with hers through the mirror. I look up and focus on mine. "I killed him for freedom."

I love you . . .

I'm sorry, Lucas.