Summary: For their anniversary Adrian get's Rose a diamond necklace... and a hit-man. But when the hit-man shows up, waiting for a call from Adrian to complete the hit, he and Rose begin to talk. Maybe he can value her more than her husband ever has. And when Adrian show's up things get very tricky.

Rose's age: 29

Hitman: 33

Adrian: 32

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She never saw the man that had been following her for the past few weeks, now. She was too depressed, so into her dark world, she didn't see, or feel anything. She'd married at the age of 19, and today was their tenth year anniversary. And where was her husband? Working. He hadn't even said anything this morning.

It'd been like this for the past five years. And it's not like she didn't know how to fix it; she didn't want to. She loved her husband. That'd change today.

She walked the streets of New York City, towards her car, parked a street away from where she was now. As she neared a red, Lamborghini, two men stood next to it.

The black man whistled at it. "If only I could have a car like that," the white man nodded.

Then they saw Rose standing there, looking half dead.

"This car won't make you happy," she whispered to them.

The white man whispered to his partner, "Maybe we should help her."

"Do you need help?" the black man asked.

She nodded and the white man started taking out his wallet. "I only have 20's," he whispered to his partner. His partner rolled his eyes, and took a 20 dollar bill out of the wallet. He handed it to her and she took it.

Then she grabbed the keys to her car, opening the red Lamborghini. Both men stared after the retreating car.

"You owe me 20," the white man told the black one, smacking him in the arm.

As she started driving, going home, she called her husband. Surprisingly he answered.

"Hey, sweetie," he said.

"Hey Adrian."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine," she answered.

"How's your day going?" he asked.

"I made twenty bucks," she answered.

"What? You know what? I'll be home later tonight. I promise."

She sighed. "It's fine. Bye."

She hung up, and kept driving home.

Once she got there she took a bubble bath, unaware of the man that was climbing over the wall, ready to kill her. She came out the tub, wrapping her robe, and going downstairs with a cigarette in hand, and a glass of whiskey.

She sat down in the office, a bottle of pills next to her, and she started writing a note. The phone rung twice, then stopped, then rang again. Se picked it up.

"Took you long enough," Adrian said.

"I was taking a bath," she said in a monotone voice.

"Oh," was his answer. "Is anybody there with you?"

"No."

"Oh. Well see you later."

She hung up without saying goodbye.

"Bitch, turn around right now. Shut up, and put your hands behind your back."

Her heart started pounding as she turned around to face a man. A handsome man. He was very tall, early thirties, with long hair tied in a ponytail. He held a gun to her head and a rope on the other hand. Within minutes she was tied to the chair.

He wheeled her out of the room, checking the windows.

"If a woman afraid to cheat on her husband because she knows he'll kill her if he finds out. Does that make her faithful? No. It's when you think about doing it but you don't."

He was standing right in front of her, gazing into her brown eyes. He went up the stairs checking the windows.

"What's your name?" she asked him, sniffing.

"You're afraid," she mused.

"My names Dimitri! But it doesn't matter because you'll be dead in a few! You should've been faithful."

She looked up to where he was at the rails of the stairs. "I have been faithful!... I went out on a date with a man, but I couldn't even kiss him! My husband has been cheating on me for the past five years!"

Dimitri stared at her. "You're stupid."

She raised an eyebrow and he answered.

"He's been cheating on you... and you had a chance to cheat on him, and you didn't?"

"Obviously you've never been in love."

He came down the stairs. "So in love you miss someone so much that when you see them, you get all warm inside-"

"What the fuck are you talking about?" he exclaimed. She sighed.

"Have you ever been married?" she asked him. He nodded.

"It didn't work out."

"What happened?"

"I had to kill her father," he shrugged.

"Well, I can see why that didn't work out."

"I was honest with her," he said.

"Yeah, but where you faithful?" she asked.

"Kind of," was his answer.

"What do you mean 'kind of'? Either you are or you aren't."

He was shaking his head from side to side.

"I was faithful for six weeks," he answered a minute later.

She scoffed,"Six weeks?"

He nodded, "Yeah. For me that's a very long time."

The he seemed to think about something else. "Wait a minute...When I was married I was faithful for two years."

"Well that's good. Pretty good," she said nodding her head in a bit of approval.

Again he pondered something else and looked away from her.

"Not counting blow jobs..."

Her face fell. He looked at her face.

"Look. I would get blowed by other woman, so blowjobs don't count."

She frowned, "You mean blow jobs. As in oral sex? Those don't count?"

His face was serious.

"Absolutely not."

"Wow..."

"Let me ask you something. When you and your husband got married was it in church?"

"Yes."

"Yes?" he scoffed, shaking his head. "I'll never understand how two people get married in front of God, and then one hires a hit-man to kill his wife."

Her heart fell to the bottom of her stomach.

"My husband hired you?" she asked in a small voice.

"Yes."

She sighed. "Did you get married in church?"

"Yes."

"Then, what if your wife would have found a man on the streets and gave him a blow job. Would that count as cheating? You just said blow jobs don't count."

He shook his head, a small smile on his face.

"You're really hung up on this blow job thing aren't you? Are you coming onto me baby? Are you?"

She didn't answer.

"Cause forget it. I was paid to kill you."

He grabbed her chair and pulled her towards the family room.

"I can double that."

"Forget it. A deal is a deal."

She was so closed to crying.

"I have a safe full of money...And alright you can kill me, just give me your word that, that son of a bitch will be right behind me. I'll pay you enough money to get you enough blow jobs."

"I said no Rose."

"Rose?"

He looked around.

"This is 6780 Chesnut Drive, right? And you are Rose?... "

"Yes. It's just only my father called me that... I was named after his mother, Rosemarie, but he never liked it."

He sighed in relief, just as the phone rang. He listened to it, but did nothing. "Well you're husband suppose to call, let it ring twice, hang up, and call again."

Great she had a clock running.

"You're a hit-man."

"It's a job."

"No, selling weed is. You take away human life!"

He prepared himself a glass of whiskey with no ice. He heard her rambling but it entered through one ear and exited through the other one.

"Got any ice?"

"In the kitchen," she answered nodding her head towards the kitchen.

He pulled her towards the kitchen, getting some ice.

"I'm hungry."

"Help yourself. Breads in the fridge."

He prepared himself a sandwich, muttering about how cheap rich people were.

"I'm hungry too."

He rolled his eyes and gave her a bite.

"I needa pee."

He sighed again. "Where's the bathroom?" She nudged her head to the left. He pulled her over there, stopping right in front of bathroom door.

"You can go now."

"Untie me."

He did and followed her inside. "I have a shy bladder."

"I'll be right outside. Keep talking so I make sure you're not doing anything."

She sat on the toilet to pee.

"Talk!"

"I don't know what to talk about! I'm thinking!" she yelled

"You're giving me a headache!" he yelled rubbing his temples.

"Can you give me a cigarette?"

"No!"

"Why not?"

"Cause that shit will kill you!"

She rolled her eyes. "You're gonna fucking kill me! Might as well let me have a smoke."

"I said no!"

She came out of the bathroom, defeated, and he tied her back. "You're worse than a kid you know!" she rolled her eyes.

"Do you think I'm pretty?"

"Huh?"

"I said do you think I'm pretty?"

"Yeah you're alright," he answered taking her to a random room.

"At my high school there was a beautiful blonde girl every guy was after... But there was this one guy who was interested in me. We were together, and in love, even if he drove a shitty car. A year later, I saw this girl looking at us. She was jealous of what we had. Anyways, she came onto him, wearing slutty clothes. A few weeks later he called and said they were in love."

She paused to think, looking down at her lap. "I told him I loved him. I was heartbroken. But a few weeks later he left him; he came back to me, yet it was never the same," she was shaking her head."You know case you'll do anything for someone you love, except love them again."

She looked up at Dimitri, behind her sitting down in a couch, by the window.

"What the fuck does that story have to do with anything?"

She shrugged. "What did I ever do wrong?"

"You loved him too much. You know the only reason two people stay together, is because they're scared shitless of being alone."

He looked at the brunette woman. "Why aren't afraid of dying?"

"Go to my desk. I won't go anywhere."

He went and came back, reading the note out loud.

"Dear Adrian, I can't do this again. I know you've been cheating on me for five years now. And it's not like I can change it-"

"You were planning on committing suicide?"

"Did you not see the bottle of pills? Fast and less painful," she said to him shrugging.

"You think this will be fun? I'm suppose to make this look like a rape-murder."

She was about to answer him when the phone rang.

And he pulled out his gun.

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I was gonna do one whole chapter... but I'm tomorrow? Thiiink so. Just one more chapter to this story, and another two for another story. :)

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