It was an odd morning to say the least. The police had managed to get a hold on Chris during the night and he had hurried home. Now it was just the two of them and he seemed frustrasted and annoyed. She had expected him to be angry and harvest some negative emotions about what had gone down in the middle of the night but something about him just seemed off.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"I gotta work," she answered.
"No, you don't," he said.
"My clients aren't people you can make rain checks with. You know that," she said.
"I don't care. Someone broke in here and tried to kill you," he said.
"I'm fine," she mustered a smile. "And now I'm going to work."
Roman had left during the night when Chris had returned home. He didn't trust himself close to that man. Not after learning his wife was Julia. After a shower and too much coffee, Roman had found himself back in front of their house a couple of hours later.
He had watched her leave and followed her. He knew she didn't notice him. In her world it had just been a burglar choosing a random house and not someone coming for her specifically. It gave him more range to follow her around and watch her work.
He watched her meet up with Stephanie McMahon, the wife of the big movie star Hunter Hearst Helmsley, and they disappeared into an expensive shop together. Julia had always had an eye for fashion which was funny since she didn't care much about it herself but she had a talent. One look at a person and she knew what would fit them.
That was actually how they had met. He had been in a store looking at some shirts and she had smiled warmly at him and told him to try on the parakeet green one. He had laughed since he had never heard anyone descripe a green colour as parakeet green but he had tried it on and knew she was right. After buying it he had gone straight back to her and asked her to join him for a cup for a coffee. Before he was through his coffee, he knew she would be trouble for him.
He had watched her build up her business, getting more and more famous clients. She was a personal shopper and dresser and often ended up becoming friends with some of them. Stephanie had to be concidered a friend since she decided to come along for the shopping and not just wait at home for Julia to come back with clothes for her. The only one doing the waiting this day was Roman.
He waited for hours for them to be done and then followed them to an Italian restaurant where they went in to have lunch together. He sat outside for nearly an hour before they finally came back out. They said goodbye to each other and he was happy to see Stephanie drive away first. He left his car and walked towards Julia. She was looking in her purse for her car keys and he grabbed her arm and started moving her away from the car.
"Don't make a scene," he said.
"Roman?" She asked.
"Just follow," he said.
She got into his car without a fight and they drove away in silence. The tension filled the car on the entire one hour ride but none of them spoke. He had to get her to safety and there was only one place he could think of. His house. That would also mean for him to come clean about things and he wasn't sure how she would take it. It wasn't until they parked in front of his house that the silence was broken.
"Where are we?" She asked.
"My home. I've owned it for years, long before we met," he said.
"You never told me," she said.
"There's a lot of things I never told you," he sighed.
He turned his head and looked at her. He had never wanted her to find out but he couldn't take her inside the walls of his home without her knowing.
"I'm a hitman," he said.
"But...CIA?" She asked.
"Never worked there. I kill people for a living," he answered.
She kept quiet for a few seconds while looking at him.
"It was you last night, wasn't it?" She asked.
"Yes," he admitted.
"I knew I'd seen those eyes before. You looked at me for a few seconds before running away and I just knew I knew the person under the mask," she started crying. "Why, Roman? Why do you wanna kill me?"
He realized how it had to look from her point of view. He had kidnapped her and driven her out in the middle of nowhere and confessed to being the one in her house the night before. She had to think she was about to go under ground where no one would ever look for her.
"No, Julia, no!" He reached over and grabbed her hand. "I'm not gonna hurt you. Chris hired me. I had no idea it would be you."
"But you were in my house to kill me," she said.
"Fuck!" He growled.
He jumped out of the car, ran to her side and dragged her out of the car. He wrapped his arms around her but she just stood there with her arms hanging down her sides.
"I used to only go after the people that truly deserved it," he said.
"Who deserves to die like that?" She asked.
"Many people," he sighed. "After leaving you, nothing seemed to matter anymore and along the way I fucked up because I took an assignment for you but you don't deserve it. I know you. You're not a bad person."
"You asshole!" She shouted.
She pushed him away and he took a step backwards.
"But any other wife deserves it?" She spat in anger. "It could have been anybody like me and you wouldn't have given a fuck about if she deserved it or not. Who the hell made you god? You don't have the right to control life and death!"
He grabbed her arm and dragged her into the house. She tried getting out of his grip but he wasn't having it. She needed to see it for herself. He dragged her into a room, took the key hidden in a lamp on the wall and unlocked a desk drawer. He grabbed some papers and slammed the first one down on the table in front of her.
"Kevin Owens. A politician with a thing for young girls. Preferably between the age of 8 and 10," he said.
Her mouth dropped open and he slammed the next piece of paper down.
"Ember Moon. She was the leader of the orphanage but she would drug the older kids between 15 and 18 and have men come in and rape them while they slept," he said. "Do you want me to continue? Yes, I took them all out but they all fucking deserved it."
"Please, stop," she whispered.
He tossed the papers back in the desk drawer, locked it and placed the key back in the lamp.
"So you see, I might be a hitman but I only take the right cases. I got a conscience. I got a fucking heart!" He said angrily.
He reached for her and pulled her close.
"But I lost my heart to you and you still have it," he said more softly.
"You left me," she reminded him.
"Because I couldn't tell you about all of this. There never was another woman," he placed a hand on her cheek. "Only you. Always you."
She surprised him when she grabbed his hair and yanked him down to kiss him. She was aggresive, biting, pulling his hair, scratching, a side of her he had never seen before. He understood her anger and allowed it. He took every bite and scratch while managing to steer her from the office and into the bedroom.
She took full control and even though he could have easily overpowered her, he allowed it to happen. His clothes left his body fast followed by her own clothes. How he would have loved to undress her but he knew he had to let it play out how she wanted it. To be with her again had just yesterday seemed like a dream that would never come true.
She skipped the foreplay, jumped up on him and guided him inside her. She was already dripping wet and he moaned in pleasure as she sank down on him and started moving. She was mad and it came out with the way she was fucking him as if she hoped she could fuck him to pieces. Her nails ran over his throat and he felt the sharp pain as she continued running them over his skin, making him bleed down on his pillow. He didn't care. He just kept his hands on her hips, holding on tight so she couldn't jump off and run away, enjoying finally being with her again.
"Come on, you asshole!" She sneered.
"You first," he stuck out his tongue.
"Fuck you!" She sneered.
He didn't care if he would anger her further. He swung her down on her back and was fast on top of her. He fucked her just as hard as she had tried doing to him, holding her hands down so she couldn't scratch anymore. She arched her back with a loud moan, crying out in pleasure as she came undone. He let go off her hands, pushed his arms under her, leaned down to kiss her neck while he followed her over the edge. His thrusts became more lazy and then finally stopped.
For a little while he laid there, his lips still moving over her neck, until he finally lifted his head enough to kiss her. He slowly rolled down next to her before she broke the kiss and got out of bed.
"Where are you going?" He asked.
"To clean up. Where's the bathroom?" She asked.
"Right next door," he said.
"Thanks. Don't follow," she said.
She left the room and he heard the door to the bathroom close. Shortly after the water started running. He got out of bed and walked over to look in the mirror.
"Damn!" He muttered.
She had gotten him good with those nails. He needed to be cleaned up and his pillowcase needed to be changed. She had said not to follow her but he wasn't planning on listening. He left the bedroom and walked out in the bathroom to join her in the shower.
"Roman!" She gasped surprised.
"I'm not fucking leaving you alone," he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm not leaving you. Never again."