The first time I met him, I was 18, and standing over the bodies of two foreign nationals in the country for an underground trafficking ring. With a double edged steel knife in my hand, and a 45 caliber gun pointed at the back of my head.
"Drop the knife Darlin', and turn around slowly." My grip became tighter as I ran my finger along the edge. Subtly shifting the knife between my fingers, I breathe evenly as the cool surface barely traces the side of my arm.
In my mind, I saw his finger dance over the hammer as the safety click off. In a blur of sideways motions there was one quick jerk upwards, in an effort to slice across his midsection. Stumbling back stepping of the hand of the corpse, I kicked the gun out of his grip. In a movement almost like a dance he grabbed my arm twisting in behind me, jarring my hold on the knife.
Next, I used a move that when used on me hurt like a son of a bitch. We ended up locked in eye contact, I never thought someone's eyes could be so ocean blue. He was decked out like me in all black, melting him into the shadows of the dark office, even so his height was much more formidably then the one my much smaller build. He was in NO way the amateur that I originally assumed he would be.
"Why are you at my kill site?" His voice was thick with irritation.
"Your kill site? I think you mean MY kill site." I could make out movements of the mystery man looking at the bodies in front of me.
"Last time I checked these gentlemen had bullets rusting in their skulls not a knife wound to the throat." The bastard had the balls to give me a cocky smile. That was it I'm done playing mind games. Without another look I leaped for the gun.
I was closer to the gun, yet that long limbed jackass was almost as close when we both landed on the floor. I squirmed closer as I griped to cold metal; I felt the spark of his touch as his fingers grazed mine in the attempted for the gun.
By the time it was pointed to the blond man, he was standing in the door way grinning.
"What you think you could really pull that trigger, Alice?"
"You really want to find out if I will, Jasper?" He chuckled, then winked at me and disappeared into the rest of the cold unforgiving night.
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