His Score by B.L. Brooks
Cliff
My cock is a throbbing mess,a pain I’ve been dealing with for a solid two hours as I take in the girl I’ve been eyeing from my place in the shadows. Being out there became unusually bright the moment I saw her running up to the front door.
At one point, right after I watched Drew and Nadine leave, I considered dusting the job and busting my way in here, grabbing this little blonde and getting the fuck out.
It hasn’t been easy sitting out there, my eyes searching for her constantly. Something came alive inside me the moment I spotted her hustling that ass down the street. An uncharacteristic heat began shooting off and has not yet subsided. And at this point, I don’t think it will.
“So…uh, what’s the message?” Baby girl asks, her eyes darting to a point over my shoulder as she flushes, pretending she doesn’t like what she sees. Scared and nervous she is, but I can tell she’s checking me out and it’s making her feel some type of way as she tightens those curvy little legs together.
I grin, knowing I’m not a vain man since there’s no need to be when you live the life I do. Lurking in the shadows and being the bogeyman everyone fears, usually means I’m alone in this. And up until this very moment, I preferred it that way. I carry out jobs without hesitation. Forming emotional bonds hasn’t been a top priority when I’m constantly moving around.
As a hitman, I’ve never allowed myself to get stuck on…feelings. The only fear coming alive when Michael Calabrese whispers a name.
But here and now, every dark part of my forty years on earth ceases to matter when I’m staring at pure sunshine.
“Right,” I bellow, shaking myself out of the stupor I’m falling in. “I’ll leave it in his office.”
I could stand here for hours just staring at my shy girl.
Carmen Veil, the nanny the Kelly’s hired a few months back. I briefly looked into her in my time sitting outside.
Three hours ago when planning my visit, I never intended on leaving a message with an innocent beauty like the one I have here.
My lips twitch at the thought of a colleague of mine visiting the place with intentions of getting to the Kelly’s. I try not to think about it. If Carmen came across any other fuck with the same background as the one I came from, she wouldn’t still be here when everything is said and done is all I have to say.
“Oh, uh, okay,” Carmen says with uncertainty, shrugging, causing her loose sweater to come slipping down off her left shoulder. The sight, revealing a thin white laced strap, has my dick dripping a needy fill as I stop myself from reaching out, tearing her top off to have my way.
I bet those panties of hers are white too…virginal and soft, with just a hint of pussy clinging to the fabric.
I wonder what that little thing smells like; my breaths deepening, gritting my teeth now by the thought.
“Well, being that you’re a friend of the family, I assume you know your way?” Baby girl is testing me and I’m intrigued. She doesn’t believe me, as she shouldn’t.
Good.
But what she doesn’t yet know is that I’m a master in my field. If she thinks I don’t know this place like the back of my hand by now, she has another thing coming. Well, maybe more than just one thing…
I grin, keeping silent as my mind stays in this half-trance as I think of what I want with this girl. This innocent, blushed little girl looking at me under my much larger, much stronger frame.
A grunt escapes me as I force myself away, stalking out of the kitchen and down the hall, making a right, entering the first door following.
It’s a pretty crisp office, expensive gadgets laying all around. Though I didn’t expect anything less from Drew Kelly. He’s made his millions double dealing with the Calabrese crime family and over the last year alone, he’s more than tripled his net gains.
And let’s just say a few of those millions he surely wasn’t entitled to.
Shaking my head from a tired sigh, I wonder when these assholes are going to learn that sticking their greedy fingers into the pot will eventually get noticed. It doesn’t take long.
I pull out the makeshift note I put together due from Michael’s order. I suppose I could’ve just slipped inside here without a word spoken but a part of me knew I needed to meet Carmen. To just get a touch.
“You can leave it wherever,” baby girl tells me, taking notice to my hand.
“I plan to.” I set the envelope precisely down in the middle of Drew’s desk. The fucker ought to see it there.
The note is a calling card—a one word warning I leave with every target before I’m forced to carry out instructions that have made me the rich man I am today.
I kill for a living, taking the lives of what I believe to be fucked up men in this damned world. But who am I to judge? That’s the fucked up part to this all.
And none of this has ever bothered me before. Not until tonight. Not until my eyes landed on this princess, this perfect innocence that makes me want more.
“Are you going to go now?” Carmen asks timidly, shuffling out of the doorway and into the office.
By the look on her face, she’s still scared. It’s clear she has no clue what to do with herself but cute enough in a way that makes it seem like she’s looking for guidance, maybe even a little company tonight.
Whether I’m thinking straight or not, I could use a little more time to get to know Carmen Veil outside of her past life and hidden files.
“No,” I grunt, forcing a shock on her face. “I could use a cup of coffee, baby girl.”
She looks surprised, holding her tense stare as she looks at me from across the office.
I’m not here for coffee, dammit. My job is to deliver this last warning, convincing Kelly to return the money he mistakenly stole from our crew. I’m not supposed to be seen, and certainly not supposed to be speaking with a potential witness.
But yet that’s exactly what I’m going to do because the thought of leaving here…of leaving her, isn’t working for me.
I’ve never felt this—a tight ache in my gut stemmed from my cock pounding out a demanding roar of need, wanting inside this little girl. I can’t fucking stand it.
“Sure. I can m-make a pot,” Carmen stutters, her nerves not seeming to take a back seat just yet.
But this girl, the girl I’m considering keeping all to myself, is too young for my jaded old ass. Too innocent for what I have in mind…
Though maybe, that’s too bad for the both of us.
