The Hitmans’s Obsession: An Age-Gap Romance
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“Fuck,” I grunt. The watch. The present he gave me at the party. I pull it off my wrist and turn it over. Sure enough, on the back, I can see the small lines of a piece that slides out.
“I’d say I’m surprised you missed that, Vincent,” Micheal grunts. His eyes narrow into a frown. “But I can see your attention has been pulled elsewhere.” He glares at our linked hands again. Then back to me. His jaw ticks.
“You crossed a line, Vincent.”
“Yes, I did.”
“This is my daughter, Vincent,” he snarls.
“Dad!”
“No, Bellamy! Honey, I know this is new for you. But he knows better!” He snarls at me. “Goddamnit, Vincent. I should kill you for this.”
“I love her.”
He stares at me. “You son of a bitch, don’t you dare try that bullshit. I know what this is. She’s nineteen, Vincent!”
“Dad!”
“What?” he snaps, still glaring at me.
“Dad, I love him.”
He blinks. His eyes pull from me, back to his daughter. “What?”
“I love him.” She blushes and squeezes my hand. I turn, and she looks up at me. She grins through her blushing face. “I’ve always loved him.”
Micheal swears quietly.
“Dad, he’s protected me since I was a kid. He’s been with me my entire life.” She turns to me, grinning. “How could I not fall I love with him?”
Micheal sighs. We all stand there in silence for a solid minute. He glares at me. “You got anything to drink?”
I nod. “Yeah, hang on.” I head over to the kitchen counter and pour us some scotches. Micheal takes his with a nod.
“And me?”
I smirk at Bellamy. “Yeah, no.”
Micheal chuckles and drinks a hefty swallow. “You’re thirty, Vincent.”
I nod.
“She’s nineteen.”
“I’m not a child, dad.”
“You’re my child,” he growls. He downs the rest of his drink. “Goddamnit,” he mutters. He turns and paces the room. I take Bellamy’s hand and pull her close. She leans into me, resting her head against my shoulder. Michael turns back and looks at the both of us.
“I want to hate this,” he grunts.
“I’ll understand if you do.”
He glares me. “But goddamnit, Vincent. I know she’s safe with you. I know you’re loyal to a damn fault, and I know you’ll never let a thing happen to her.”
I shake my head and hug her closer. “Not ever.”
“Am I supposed to approve this?”
“You don’t have to, dad,” Bellamy says softly. She smiles. “But I wish you would.”
Micheal sucks his teeth. “Let’s do this. We’ll have dinner. All of us.” He shrugs. “Been a while since the three of us ate at the same table under the same roof.” He looks at me and then Bellamy. “No promises. I think things through, you know. But I want to sit down with you both. That work for a start?”
I smile. “It does.”
“Or else I could just have you walked,” he smirks at me. Then he frowns. “Except you’re the one I’d trust to take out a guy like you.”
I grin. “Guess that presents a problem.”
“I suppose it does,” he grins back. “Fine. Tomorrow then. Dinner at the house. That work?”
“That works,” I smile.
“Works for me,” Bellamy adds.
“Perfect. Now, honey, we’re leaving.”
Bellamy doesn’t move. “Dad, I’m…” she turns to me. I grin. She looks back at Micheal. “I’m staying here.”
He scowls. “Like hell you—”
“Dad,” she mutters in a warning tone.
Micheal growls. “Shit, when did you grow up?”
She smiles. “Right before your eyes, I guess.”
“No shit.” He looks at me sharply. “Be good to her.”
“For the rest of my life,” I answer truthfully.
He nods, like he’s finally putting the matter to bed. “Fine. Tomorrow then. Bring some good scotch.”
I chuckle. “Will do, Micheal.”
He smirks. “And I was just getting used to ‘sir.’”
“Who should I call about Nico here?”
He smirks at me. “Gee, I guess a dead body leaking blood on your floor would really put a damper on any romantic ideas for the night.”
I smile and shake my head. Shit.
“You made the mess, Vincent,” Micheal grins. “You clean it up. I’m sure you’ve got people to call.”
Bellamy gives him a big hug and a kiss on the cheek, and he shakes my hand. Then he’s out the door. Bellamy turns to me. “Wait, do you really know people who can deal with this?”
“I do.”
“Oh,” she frowns. “Well, that’s good.”
I chuckle. “But we’re sure as hell not staying here tonight. C’mon, we’ll get a hotel.”
“Not a motel?” She teases.
“As fun as that was,” I smile. I take her in my arms and lean down to kiss her. “I want you wrapped in luxury. I want you in silk sheets.”
“Hmm, that’s funny,” she whispers in a sultry tone. “Because I just want you in me.”
I grin. “That can be arranged.”
Our lips press together, and I pull her close. I kiss her deeply, and I lose myself in her. But the reality is, I lost myself in this girl years ago. It just took me until now to realize how that was going to play out.
“I love you, baby,” I growl.
“I love you too,” she whispers. “Now can we please get away from the dead body so I can jump your bones?”
I laugh, scoop her up, and carry her out the door.
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The End.
Epilogue
Bellamy
“Oh fuck, Vincent!”
I moan, writhing on the top of the vanity. This dress cost a freaking fortune, and I know I’m putting wrinkles in it. But it’s hard to care with my fiancé’s tongue buried between my thighs.
“Shit! Shit! Vincent!” I grab fistfuls of his hair. He growls against me, and the vibrations tease through my pussy. “We’re going to be… oh fuck!”
He doesn’t stop. He just keeps licking my clit until I think I’m going to pass out from the pleasure.
“Vincent, we’re going to be late!”
He growls and pulls back. He looks up at me, licking his lips lewdly. “Then someone better hurry up and make this little pussy come on my tongue.”
He pushes back between my thighs. He grabs my ass and dances his tongue over my clit. I tense, and my body gives up the fight.
“Vincent!” I gasp. “I’m coming! I’m coming! I’m cooooomiiingg!”
He sucks my clit between my lips. His tongue rides me through the pleasure wave until I’m gasping for air. Only then does he pull away. And only then, after one last long lick.
“We’re seriously going to be…” I pause to try and catch my breath. “We’re going to be late for our own wedding.”
“Well who’s fault is that?” He grins.
My jaw drops. “Yours!” I giggle. “Don’t you blame me for that! You’re the one that set me down on the vanity and tore my panties off.”
He shrugs. “Well you’re the one who looked so fucking tempting in this lacy white dress, looking gorgeous and everything.”
I grin, blushing. “Flattery will get you everywhere, hmm?”
“Amongst other things,” he grins. He licks his lips, and I blush. I know exactly what he means.
So, I know us seeing each other before the ceremony is against the rules. At the least, it’s frowned upon. But so is marrying your former bodyguard eleven years your senior. So, oh well. Vincent pulls me into his arms and kisses me softly.
“Shall we get out there?”
“You should! It starts in two freaking minutes!”
He grins. “Alright, alright, kick me out. I see how it is. Wham bam, thank you ma’am?”
I roll my ey
es. “Exactly. Yes. Leave your number if you insist, but I won’t be calling.”
He chuckles and kisses me again. “I love you, baby.”
“I know,” I grin. “And I love you so much.”
“See you at the altar?”
“I’ll see if I can pencil it in.”
He laughs and strolls for the door. He blows me a kiss, and then he’s out. I turn back to the mirror to try and fix my hair. Seeing my fiancé before the ceremony is bad enough. I don’t think I need to walk down the aisle looking like he just made me orgasm. But whatever. Today is a great day.
Things have turned a corner all around. With Nico gone, the rest of his crew was weeded out and… well, “taken care of.” Vincent was part of it, but then he hung up his spurs, so to speak. He’s no longer a killer for the family.
He did get a promotion, though. He’s now my father’s second in command. It definitely makes dinner conversation interesting. And when we get together as a family, it’s usually up to me to make sure things steer back to “off business.”
Clearly, my dad got past the idea of me and Vincent being something bad or tawdry. Now, Vincent is back to being the son he never had. Well, or something like that at least.
I’m going to college, but here in the States, under my real name. My father might still have enemies. But there’s a fierce protector who never lets me out of his sight for very long. And with him watching me, I know I’m forever safe.
I take a breath and turn. I walk out the door to the frantic wedding planner. She ushers me to the doors, just as the music starts. My dad smiles at me and takes my arm.
“Ready?”
The doors open, and I see my groom. I see the man waiting at the end of the aisle for me. The one I’ve been waiting for my whole life. And today, we start our forever.
“Definitely,” I say with a big smile.
Dad walks me down the aisle. Vincent and I say, “I do,” and before I know it, my lips are on his. It’s exactly where they’ve always belonged, and exactly where they’ll stay.
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The End.
Afterword
Thank you for picking up this copy of The Hitman’s Obsession; your support means a lot! As a thank you to my readers, I’ve written a quick and dirty follow-up short to Bellamy and Vincent’s story. This is not an epilogue or continuation to The Hitman’s Obsession, just a steamy and fun “follow up” story about these characters that takes place after the events of this book. You can grab it for free when you subscribe to my newsletter. Existing subscribers can find the download link at the bottom of any of my newsletters.
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About the Author
A reader first and foremost, Jagger Cole cut his romance writing teeth penning various steamy fan-fiction stories years ago. After deciding to hang up his writing boots, Jagger worked in advertising pretending to be Don Draper. It worked enough to convince a woman way out of his league to marry him, though, which is a total win.
Now, Dad to two little princesses and King to a Queen, Jagger is thrilled to be back at the keyboard.
When not writing or reading romance books, he can be found woodworking, enjoying good whiskey, and grilling outside - rain or shine.
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