by Terry Towers
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Have you ever had an epiphany moment? You know, a moment in time where the entire world seems to stop and it makes you question everything you think, know and feel?
I just did.
Just as I was about to pull the trigger and take out an assigned target, who just happened to be my high school sweetheart, the fortress around my heart crumbled to the ground. What caused me to rethink everything I know? A young child who bore a striking resemblance to myself at that age.
Yes, I know, what kind of monster would kill a woman he once loved? Don’t judge me, not until you hear the story that changed my life forever.
The Hitman’s Secret Love Child
Copyright 2017 by Terry Towers
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The Hitman’s Secret Love Child
Have you ever had an epiphany moment? You know, a moment in time where the entire world seems to stop and it makes you question everything you think, know and feel?
I just did.
Just as I was about to pull the trigger and take out an assigned target, who just happened to be my high school sweetheart, the fortress around my heart crumbled to the ground. What caused me to rethink everything I know? A young child who bore a striking resemblance to myself at that age.
Yes, I know, what kind of monster would kill a woman he once loved? Don’t judge me, not until you hear the story that changed my life forever.
Bonus novel:
Obsessed
Elijah
I kill people for a living, but I’m really not a bad guy. At least I don’t think so. I’m just taking out the trash; the fact I get paid to do it is a happy coincidence. Normally I’m a pretty unemotional guy. I fear nothing and no one and I get things done without regret or ever looking back.
But like Superman, I have my own kind of kryptonite and her name is Sidney Lopez.
She never remembers me when she looks at me, but we had a past together. She dominates my thoughts, but I know I’m just one of millions of people who adore her and I’m obsessed. So even if I wanted to, I won’t stop ... I can’t stop, until she’s mine.
Sidney
People look at me, but they only see the product of the media and what they think they know is just an illusion. They don’t know the real me. They don’t know that my life is falling apart.
Just when I hit my scariest low, he steps into my life and he saves me.
Elijah's handsome with an edgy charm and he seems to understand me when no one else does. He's the hero I always dreamed about. But he’s also incredibly intense and I can’t shake the feeling there’s more to Elijah than he’s letting on.
What are the secrets he keeps so tightly guarded? I’m torn, do I give him my heart, or do I run in the other direction?v
Excerpt from:
Trust
Gwen
When I close my eyes and manage to block out the horrors going on around me and ignore the aches and pain in virtually every inch of my body, I can still hear the cheers of the audience as I'm lifted into the air by my teammates. For those few brief moments as I remember toppling from the top of the pyramid I feel like I'm flying, I'm free and nothing can hurt me.
But, I was wrong...
How long would it take before they stopped missing me; stopped looking; before I was forgotten about completely? A month? Six months? A year? I'm no longer a person. I'm a commodity.
Lance
I have a plan, years in the making. It's perfect - foolproof. All I need is to keep myself focused on the big picture - my ultimate goal. But then she arrived...
She tests my patience and my will. She angers and frustrates me, making the darkness within scream to be released. I want to ignore her, but I can't. I need to let her go, but can't seem to allow her to be sent away.
She's going to ruin everything...
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Chapter 1
Constantine
Robyn Vaughn, she was my latest contract. How in the hell did she get herself put on my list? My list was reserved for bad people – very bad people who did bad things to worse people and were now paying for it with their lives. The Robyn I used to know, the one that I remembered with bittersweet memories, would never get mixed up with the likes of the drug kingpin, Gabriel Salvatore.
But it had been almost six years since I'd seen her; two weeks after prom she’d taken off without a word.
My god, Robyn Vaughn...
A smile crept onto my lips as my mind flashed back to prom night. Prom night had been her first time and she'd been so nervous. Despite my desire to ravage her, I'd taken my time ensuring it was a special and memorable experience for her.
"So, the boss wants it done by the end of next week at the latest." I looked across the table at the man who was hiring me on behalf of Gabriel. He was a tall, thin, greasy looking dude. I hadn't liked him from the moment he sat down across from me. He looked as though he were one hit shy of an overdose. No loss there.
Clicking my tongue off of the roof of my mouth, I considered a moment before asking a question I never ask. Getting involved in the why’s of a hit did little to no good. "What did she do?"
"Does it matter?" he responded.
Normally it didn't. Normally. My job was simple, take the contract and execute it. Period. I got paid for the job and never looked back. When you were in my line of work you did the job and ignored the media coverage on the target, if there was any. You told yourself you were simply taking out the trash and that was that. Many of these lowlifes were squeaky clean on the surface, but it wasn't until you began peeling back the layers that you discovered the darkness they held within. I knew this and that’s why I never hesitated in pulling the trigger.
My mind flashed back in time and I saw the image of Robyn's vibrant red hair fanned out around her head on the white pillowcase of the crappy motel room I’d rented – though neither of us cared. Her faintly freckled cheeks had been glowing crimson as she came down from the orgasm I'd given her with my tongue and lips.
The girl I once knew would
never get caught up with the likes of Gabriel Salvatore, I thought, the disbelief in this situation still running through my mind. She had been such a goodie-goodie. How she ever got caught up with the likes of me back then was a wonder to me. Maybe she had a thing for bad boys and criminals in training? If that was the case, then her fetish for them had been a very bad life choice that didn’t end with me.
"Yo. Brother. You taking the job or what? I don't have all day to fuck around with you on this. You’re not the only game in town, bro." He pulled back the hand that was extended to me, along with the envelope that contained the first half of my cash payment. I got half now and half after the confirmed kill.
I reached out and grabbed his wrist, pulling it back to me and snatching the envelope of cash from his grubby paw. Opening the envelope, I peeked in and nodded. They wouldn’t dare rip me off, so counting it wasn’t necessary.
Tapping the corner of the envelope on the table I eyed the man. Boy, I'd like to do the world a favor and put a bullet between his eyes. He was such a piece of shit. I’d even do it for free. But the hit wasn't on him – yet. Maybe someday in the future I’d go all vigilante and do the world a favor, just not today. Chances were not tomorrow either for that matter. But maybe one day.
"Just tell me what she did. As a professional courtesy." I forced myself to smile. Fuck, I hated playing all nicey-nice with this lowlife.
He huffed. "Fine. She fucked over the boss and knows shit she shouldn’t know. That's all you fucking need to know."
Hmm. I sat back on the brown vinyl-covered bench and looked around us scratching my chin, which harbored a couple days’ worth of growth. The little cafe was deserted with the exception of us and a young couple at the other end of the room. They were young, about the age of me and Robyn when we were together, and staring into each other’s eyes as if the world began and ended with the other person. So naive. I fell into that trap once – never again.
"Fine." I tucked the envelope into the inside pocket of my jacket and stood, stepping out from the booth.
The douchebag stood as well and then leaned into me. "Don't fuck this up or the next hit we order will be for your head."
Rage filled me. How dare the little weasel threaten me! Grabbing him by the front of his scrawny neck I lifted him into the air and slammed him onto the table. The table creaked but supported his weight and the force of his body. The quiet murmuring of the couple at the other table stopped and I could feel their eyes on us.
Leaning over him, my lips close to his ear I growled, "Don't you ever, EVER threaten me again. If you do I’ll track you down, cut your tongue out and ram it up your ass."
He gasped and choked as my grip tightened while his hands attempted to force my hand from his neck. My grip around his neck was like a vise. He wasn't getting away until I was good and ready to release him.
“Do I make myself clear?”
He stopped squirming and looked up at me with hate in his gaze.
“Blink twice if you understand.” I tightened my grip on his neck to the point his eyes were nearly bulging from his head.
He hesitated and then blinked twice.
~*~ TT ~*~
Constantine
I adjusted the binoculars as I watched Robyn through her kitchen window from the rooftop of the adjacent building. Her apartment was in a dingy, crime-infested part of Brooklyn. She stuck out like a sore thumb in this area.
The woman I used to know was an innocent girl from a middle-class family from Long Island, where we grew up. Not so much we, more like she – I was bounced around all parts of New York from the time I was five years old.
But she wasn’t that girl anymore.
Now everything about her screamed money, with the exception of the dive she was living in. Why was she living in a rundown area when she was wearing brands such as Chanel and Gucci? The Robyn I remembered wouldn’t have even known those brands. It was a damned miracle she hadn’t gotten herself robbed or killed just roaming the neighborhood. Her only saving grace, I imagine, would be that potential robbers may assume they were decent knockoffs. Why in the hell was she living here when she could have just gone back to her parents’ place? Surely she had someone or somewhere to go to.
The weasel had said she'd seen and knew something she shouldn’t...
Giving my head a shake, I put down the binoculars and opened the case that housed my sniper rifle. Trips down memory lane wouldn't do me a damned bit of good. All they would accomplish was fuck with my head. I was better off just getting it done and moving on with my life. She was on my list, which meant she wasn’t the person I used to know; chances were she hadn’t been that person for a long time.
People change. I was a grade A example of how life could take a serious twist for the worse. When I was a toddler, I’m sure my late mother’s hopes for me were that I be a doctor or lawyer – something she could be proud of. Hitman wouldn’t even make the top 10.
It took me less than a minute to assemble the gun and hoist it up onto the ledge. Putting my eye to the scope I aimed the gun at her, lining her up in my sights.
I had a perfect shot. My finger slid over the trigger and I waited a moment. She wasn't the woman I once knew, if she was then she wouldn't be in this mess. But was she guilty of anything? Or was this a case or wrong place, wrong time?
Gulping down a lump forming in my throat, I gathered my resolve. Just had to get it over with. She was a target, just like every other target. The fact we had a past together meant nothing. My finger twitched on the trigger.
PULL the trigger DAMMIT!
I couldn't. Relaxing my grip on the rifle, I straightened up from my crouched position.
Something wasn't sitting well with me about the whole situation and I just couldn’t ignore my gut. I had just a little over a week to complete the contract. This was day one so I still had six days. Sure I had a perfect shot now, but she didn't seem to be going anywhere. She'd been easy enough to find – can't get much easier than having the address of the target given to you. It made me wonder why they hired me and not used one of their own goons.
I sighed, narrowing my eyes as I stared at her. I'd never felt so conflicted about a mark before. It was pissing me off because this was nothing more than a display of simple weakness.
It's your emotions getting into your head, a voice at the back of my mind chimed in. I considered the possibility. The voice may be right, but there was a stronger urge within me to find out if that was indeed the case. Call it professional responsibility.
Bullshit, the voice chimed in.
Picking up my gun, I began disassembling it and placed the rifle back into the black hard-covered foam-lined case. I had lots of time. Perhaps I'd stalk her a little tomorrow and get a better feel for what she was up to. Maybe even accidentally run into her, if she'd even talk to me after all these years; we didn't exactly leave things on good terms.
This is dangerous, Constantine, just get it over with, the voice screamed at me. I ignored it. The only thing that would come out of accidentally running into her would be a little clarity on the situation at hand.
It’s nothing personal, just business, the voice screamed out again.
I should have done a little Google search of her before even coming here. It wasn’t exactly my normal protocol to do an in-depth search of the mark. Researching personal lives of marks made the ordeal more personal and brought upon the risk that your mind would be clouded, making it more difficult to do the job tasked to you. But this was already personal so what the hell. Grabbing my case I left and headed home. It was time to do some background research on my former lover.
~*~ TT ~*~
Robyn
Racing down the steps of the subway station, I nearly turned my ankle as I hit the last step and my heel got caught in a small hole on the metal step. “Dammit!” I groaned, pulling myself up and continuing along the platform and to the subway car.
I had an important meeting that I couldn’t miss with an FBI agent named Gav
in Truss. I’d been talking with the FBI for quite some time now. Just to be clear, I hadn’t approached them. They’d found me not long after I moved out of Gabriel Salvatore’s house, though house was an understatement; it had been a massive estate in New Jersey. I’d spent the past few years in the lap of luxury, but that luxury came with a price – a price I was no longer willing to pay and had been too naive to realize until it was too late.
Pushing myself as quickly as I could go in the heels along the platform, I released a sigh of relief as I entered the car. Sure, there would be another train coming in five minutes or so, but time was of the essence and Agent Truss was my lease on a new life. Since graduating from high school my life had been a rollercoaster of ups and downs. I wanted and needed freedom from it all, a fresh start, and Agent Truss was my golden ticket.
The doors began to slide closed just as a tall, dark-haired man slipped through, nearly getting sandwiched between them, his back to me as he stepped in sideways to make it. I took a step back, making room for him. “Whoa, close call, huh?” he said as he turned to me with a hint of a smile on his lips.
My breath hitched as I looked up at the man before me, and I swear my heart stopped beating for a moment. I blinked and gave my head a little shake. Surely, it wasn’t who I thought it was. My mouth opened, but I snapped it shut when words failed to emerge from between them.
No, it couldn’t be…
But it was.
I looked deep into his dazzling blue eyes, eyes that while normally a sapphire blue would tend to turn grey in the right light. I’d spent hours, hell days, of my life staring into those eyes. But despite how much I’d cherished the time I’d spent gazing into his eyes, I’d hoped I’d never see those eyes or the man who bore them again.
