I never break a contract, and I always deliver what my clients ask of me but somehow this one is the hardest target I've ever taken out. What would it be? Why? Was it a woman who wants her dead because Bella's screwing her husband? Or maybe a guy who hates her guts because the turned him down? Surely it can't be something so simple, since the one who ordered me here paid me fifteen fucking thousand dollars.
I watch her smile shyly at me when she sits down again.
"Masen, is it?" The way she says my name makes me wonder how long it would take me to hear her scream it —in a good way, not in a last words kinda way. It's never good to mix business with pleasure, but I can try, right?