by J. L. Beck
“GENARO!”
His slowly raised his gaze to Lorenzo.
“You leave tomorrow. You get on at Long Beach.”
“Then I just stay on until she gets on?”
He nodded. “We got your ticket and the cash you’ll need.” He handed him an envelope.” Identity and all of it, so no worries.”
“Yeah, no worries. Right.” He nodded to Lorenzo goons that were always with him as was the way you did things here. You acknowledge the guards and they let you leave. The bastards had the fucking nerve to grin at him as he strode out the door.
Leaving the estate, he was simmering with rage .No worries. Fucker with his smirk and his goons and their fucking smug smiles. He wished he had the license to kill all of them. He needed to calm down. He hated being out of his element. That was it. Why couldn’t it be just a regular hit? Or to someone who’d earned it, like that wig collector freak? But nooo. It had to be… He gazed down at the photo again. It had to be this female…He let out a sigh. Man, he’d had plenty of women. In his world, they nearly threw themselves at him. But he never remembered that any of them ever took his breath and thoughts away like just the image of this one did.
Yeah, right. No worries.
He got into his Mustang and sped away, gravel flying in his wake. Usually, when he got into this car, all of it fell away. Like some guys felt that way about a bike or a truck. Hell, even a horse. He rolled his eyes. But he loved this fucking car. I just knew I wanted it when I saw it and I didn’t even hesitate. He’d laid out the cash and signed for it then drove it away in the same hour he’s seen it. Yeah, some in this business would be driving a Mercedes, Lexus or even one of those flashy Italian jobs. Not him. He liked the vintage cars and not just to look at while keeping it in his fucking garage.
Sleek, yet powerful. Simply a muscled machine, while delivering an unbeliVible kick of adrenaline whenever you outdistanced every car on the road.
The outer shell of the car was seductive, yet commanding, while glaring at you with a mean, unrelenting challenge as it provoked the wild part of you. It would tempt you to hop in, seducing you to flow with the changing of gears, while beguiling you with a belief you could catch anything that moved.
While on the inside, it beckoned with its plush comfortable interior, welcoming you and molding itself around your personality, while it made you feel safe. More than just a car, it existed as an entire experience, sucking you into some impetuous, long, hard ride, as if you were chasing something elusive and alluring, your blood surging through your veins.
As you lowered your foot on the accelerator, a tempestuous triumph buried itself with a sensual shove deep inside as you gripped the wheel, while the meaningless world flew by in a blur. You literally breathed in the pure horsepower, imbibing and reveling in its forbidden gratification of blinding, perpetual speed.
Then, at an instinctively defined moment, you slammed down on the hefty brake pedal while coming to a rushing halt. Reeling with euphoria, you would step out, releasing an exhilarating breath, feeling superbly satisfied and magnificently complete.
And you’d fight the enticing urge to get in and live it all over again.
But today, driving back to his place to pack for this fucking silly ass trip, it failed to make him feel better. Nor did it soothe his beast like it usually did. Gen suddenly realized was tired of all this. He’d been saving for the day when he could walk away.
The thrill of the kill just didn’t thrill him anymore.
You’re a monster too. Killing people for money.
He shook away the voice. Like that fiend had any fucking room to talk. But was it true? He was a monster. He’d felt colder every day. Like his soul was empty. He had a lot to account for. But dammit! He hit the steering wheel as he drove. He did NOT kill females, nor kids. If he crossed that line, he would be no better than that deranged, pathetic serial killer he just put down several days back.
He knew this was it. His fund was big enough. After he did this job, he was out. He hated his life lately. He used to feel fine with what he did. He didn’t even know when all that changed. Maybe it changed just twenty minutes ago while staring at such a beautiful woman and hearing he had to grab her and possibly take her out.
Maybe this was the last straw as they say.
The problem was. In his business, you weren’t allowed to get out. Not on your own. He knew too damn much.
He made it home and went in to pack. He only had a few hours until he had to take a train of all things. Berating himself he tried to think of it as a working vacation, but that wouldn’t fly. He’d rather be on a beach somewhere. He envisioned having her on the beach with him.
He opened his front door with a sigh. Yeah, right.
He went and took a hot shower. Not that it helped as he thought of his mark again. He flinched…His mark. Dammit, he wasn’t going to be the one to kill her. No fucking way.
He dressed casual for the trip and packed up. He would have to leave his car in the security parking area at the terminal. Fuck, he sure as hell didn’t want to do that. He hated taxis and well, hitmen didn’t call a fucking Uber. He chuckled at this thought.
Gen arrived an hour later and got a ticket for his car. Looking around, he sure as hell, hoped their security was better than their clerk’s service as he’d waited a half hour for the dammed ticket.
Man, if anyone touched his damn car, he would kill. Again, he chuckled at his own joke. Yeah, it was bad humor, but fuck, he needed to loosen up before he met this girl. He paused at the train ramp realizing he’d missed something very important. Girl? Nope, she wasn’t a girl, she was a woman if that photo told him anything.
The missing piece was twofold. First of all. What the fuck was her name? They never told him and he’d been so struck by her looks and stunned about the job itself, he forgot to ask.
He got on the train and shrugged the worry away. It didn’t matter, maybe it was even better as he wouldn’t have to lie to her by already knowing her name. He stashed his bag and sat down. This was gonna be a dammed nightmare riding this for how long? Days? He let out a frustrated sigh as he pushed his fingers through his dark hair.
Gen winced. He was a killer, not a fucking con man. Dammit, he hated this whole idea.
CHAPTER FIVE
Somewhere along the Amtrak route…
The trip just seemed to stretch on for fucking endless miles. Three dammed days he’d been on this train. Gen was so bored, he started to count trees earlier today while staring numbly out the port window. The train had made several stops and he watched the platform each time. Often, he had to move from window to window to be sure she hadn’t got on elsewhere. It was a disappointment every damn time. Then again, he almost wished she never would get on. He could get the hell off this ride and he wouldn’t have to be the one to take her back.
Then he began to think maybe they’d gotten it wrong and she might never get on this train. But he knew better. They had ways of getting anything on anyone. They were rarely wrong. The reason for that was money, huge money that could pay for any information out there. And if their IT guy ever got the info wrong, they never lived long enough to even say sorry.
He winced, he’d been ordered to take out more than one lonely nerd. He wasn’t proud of that. But if not him? They would just find someone else to do it. He at least made it quick and as painless as death could be he supposed.
Though Gen prided himself on taking those jobs that mostly involved lowlifes. Bad drug dealers, sex ring leaders who opposed the mob. Greedy pimps that took money off the top. Encroaching gang members that were the worst of killers. People the world was better off without. He had put in for those jobs and most of the bosses knew that was his specialty, and not innocents.
He paused as he watched the scenery fly by. Was there any such thing? Innocents? He remembered the photo and once again took it out. She looked innocent. But also she had a look in her eyes that spoke of wild intent. Like she didn’t live a normal life. No office te
mp or secretary. No, this woman did something different than the average girl. But he didn’t think it was a slutty job either. No, he’d seen many of those types. Hired by the organization to entertain the men. She didn’t have that look. He’s seen it so many times, a sort of dull jaded look in their eyes, like they were defeated. Like is this all there is, sucking cock, letting a strange man fuck you then get paid and never tell.
He sighed. No, this girl had some kind of sparkle. Like life hadn’t beaten her down yet.
Gen shook himself. I’ve been staring at this picture for too fucking long. Building fantasies about a woman I never met. He tucked the picture into his bag. He was about to go nuts on this damn train. He’d wished he’d at least brought a laptop. But he’d never been one to sit around and tap keys all damn day. No, he liked to get outdoors whenever he could. No one knew what he really liked to do. Fish. He liked to take off up to the lakes and just fish. It was peaceful and even though some might think, it was boring. To him, it was relaxing. Yeah, a hitman who like to hike and fish. Sit under a tree and just be. He laughed. Maybe I could grab a pole and hang it out the port window? He could imagine the other passengers staring at him like he’d lost it. Well fuck, maybe he had lost it.
If the guys ever knew about his little hobby, they would laugh him out of the fucking room. Therefore, no one knew. But then again, none of them knew much about him. And that’s what irked him about fucking Lorenzo saying he knew about the women. It had made him angry. He was a private guy and no, he never took one of the women, any of the women they’d offered him.
He liked his women sweet but tough. Real. He would find dates in places none of those guys would ever dream of going into. Libraries, internet cafes, or just at the park. He liked normal girls, he supposed. But then again, they had all bored him in the end. The fact that he liked his sex more than vanilla and was the best they ever had, so most of them said, kept some of them around for a while until he told them it wouldn’t work out.
Damn right, it wouldn’t work out. They were dating a hitman who worked in organized crime. No backyard barbeques, no Sunday night gathering of friends and neighborhood parties. Not fucking likely. He was on call 24/7 pretty much. How could he explain to a girl that he had to go out at 2 am to kill someone?
But this girl? He would love to taste her. Get her where he wanted her and see if that wild look in her gaze was just his imagination. Just for a night, one long glorious night.
Since the next stop was at least a hundred and fifty miles, he thought he might catch a nap, if he could relax enough to do so. He made sure his gun was just beneath his jacket. Not that he feared being taken out, but in his business, you could never tell when or where. He ought to know, as that was his specialty.
Leaning his head back and closing his eyes, all he could see was her face.
Then replacing her image was gleaming white sand. A blue ocean stretched out beyond it.
She was there next to him. The same smile on her face as in the photograph. Swinging her up into his arms, he carried her back towards the pier and laid her on the sand. She grasped his head in her hands, moving her fingers through his hair and sighed. Gen moved her dress aside, it was the same one she wore in the picture. Freeing her breast from the lace bra, he eagerly lowered his lips to her nipple. Her body quivered as he gently sucked. She moaned aloud.
The sound of this made him hard. Just the moan leaving her lips turned him on.
Slipping his hand down, he dipped his fingers into her panties, lowering them to her clit. Caressing her back and forth, he eased his fingers inside of her and plunged them deep. She grew wetter around his fingers, and her hips thrust up to meet them as she arched her body.
She clung to him, breathing rapidly as he tugged her dress up and over her head, dropping it to the sand.
“So beautiful,” he whispered as he stared at her creamy skin. Those curves were there, all that luscious skin for him to enjoy.
She shivered at his voice, as he removed her lace panties.
Tilting her hips up, Gen lowered his face to her clit and used his hot wet tongue on her. She drew in a deep breath while her body shuddered. He plunged his tongue inside of her and she panted like crazy while his mouth worked on her.
“Ohh…” she let out helplessly.
He kept at it, using his tongue, licking her button and plunging it inside of her. Gen wanted to see that wildness he knew was inside her.
“You’d better stop!” she warned with a breathless gasping.
He had no intention of stopping anything. This was going just the way he’d planned. Gen kept up with the heated oral assault. With the powerful orgasm rippling through her, she screamed out as her body jerked with pleasure, while he held her tight. Gen moved himself up over her and adjusted the positioning of her thighs, then thrust into her while she climaxed.
“Ahh!” she yelled out when he pumped deeper and hungrily latched onto a sweet nipple.
“Ooh, oh…” She shuddered while her orgasm intensified.
He loved to enter a woman when she was climaxing, loved the feel of her pussy tightening around his cock, it was pure bliss.
He released her nipple with a playful grazing of his teeth. “You’re going to come again and again for me,” he whispered to her ear.
Her breath came in breathless gasps. “It won’t stop.” She sounded desperate as her body shuddered uncontrollably.
“Mmmm…” He felt himself peak as he began to climax. He would just let her pussy milk him dry. The silky tight squeezing of her pussy on his cock was just too much as he let go of his self control.
Her body jerked hard when the heat of him flowed into her. “Ahh.” She kept quaking with the aftermath of her orgasm.
He lowered his lips to hers. He wanted more. So much more. “Now, we start all over aga—”
The train jolted.
Gen bolted forward with a gasp. His heart was pounding and he was hard in his jeans. Good thing his jacket covered his lap Along with his gun. He gazed around to see if anyone was staring at him. Afraid he may have talked in his sleep or shown that he was fucking a woman in his dreams.
He was gonna have a problem getting up from this seat and walking around with this diamond hard on he sported. Yet, he would certainly have to do it as the train had pulled into the next stop.
When was the last time he had a hot dream of a woman? Any woman? He shook his head in wonder. Then his gaze landed through the window, seeing the terminal. Dammit, he’d missed the arrival of new passengers. Fuck!
The train was already starting forward again. Dammit, he just had to be napping on the job! The Lagari’s would have his ass if they ever found out, he fucked this up cause he was snoozing. Or rather fucking a fantasy woman, his mark supposedly when he shoulda’ been on watch. He was more than pissed at himself as it was.
Swiftly, Gen moved forward, keeping alert for any sign of her. He searched all the way through the cars and never saw her. What if I missed her? He shook the thought away. Maybe in the diner car? He moved through the doors.
After tracing all the way back and all the way forward through every damn train car, Gen dejectedly sat at a table in the diner car. This meant more riding for miles in this long ass narrow metal box till the next stop. He felt like he couldn’t take this shit anymore. But he’d never given up on a job. Now he was where? Somewhere in Butt fuck Kansas?
He took a deep breath and let it out slow. Okay, so I can deduce that she hadn’t gotten on here. But shit, what fucking state would she get on at? He figured that for sure she would get on sometime soon, not like in Alafuckingbama or some shitty ass stop. He sighed heavily. Worst of all, I missed the window when I coulda seen her embark as I was nearly jacking off while—
“Problem?”
He raised his shocked gaze up.
Standing above him was the mark. Gen shook that word away. No. Standing there was a beauty like none he’d ever seen. Long auburn hair in a braid. Wearing a teal colored t-shit and jeans. But
it was those eyes that had him pinned. Emeralds, like sparkling emeralds. He tried to shake himself free of sitting here like a dammed school boy and just gawking at her.
CHAPTER SIX
Well, fuck me.
Gen just sat and stared at the mark that just sashayed up to his table.
“You look like you lost your best friend.” Her smile grew wide.
Genaro scooted over to stand. Not quite, like losing his best friend if he had one, but he woulda lost a helluva lot more than that if she’d managed to ride this train without him knowing it. He cringed to think of the consequences of losing her on this insufferable train ride.
“No need to do stand on my account.” She sat down across from him.
She found me? He laughed aloud at the irony. Who the fuck woulda thought this shit up?
She let out a light laugh. “Well, your mood sure shifted sudden like.”
Stunned by her unexpected appearance, and that musical sound of her laughter, Gen just kept staring at her.
“What?” She tilted her head at him. “Don’t you speak?”
Content for now to simply look at her, he gave no answer. He didn’t want to start the lie, the farce, the con, just yet. He just wanted to take her in, all of her. He could smell a light scent from her, like maybe flowers? Or some shampoo that smelled like flowers?
“Oh, you’re not American?” Her eyes lit with interest, as he steadily remained silent.
Gen released an uneasy breath. So here it would start. Who he was, what was his name. The whole asinine play that he’d been hired to perform in.
“Vivian,” she announced with a cheerful lilt to her voice, stretching her hand out to him. “My name is Vivian.”
With a smile, he grasped it. Her hand was warm and firm. He felt all the nerve endings in his body react to her touch. He couldn’t figure out what it was. “Gen.” He decided to not give his full name, as he didn’t know how much she knew of the organization.
