Little Lamb: AW

by emzD34

He was known as the CIA's hammer. Their big, bad assassin who would get in, get the job done, then get out. No remorse. But she knew a different man. A man who just wanted to make the world safe; so people wouldn't have to suffer the way she suffered. or In which he only smiles like that for her.

1. Prologue

Four years.

Or was it five? No, maybe it was five years.

It's all pretty much a blur to him.

He doesn't really care that much about specifics at this point.

He doesn't care about all the tears and sleepless nights spent holding a fragile human in his enormous, muscular arms.

He doesn't care about all the questionable looks he gets when he, the emotionless assassin, struts down the halls with a seemingly timid young woman attached to his hip.

What he does care about is a tiny, petite, blonde girl with more freckles than he can count, and he has attempted to try, and a remarkable ability to make him smile more in 5 years than he has in his life.