CH 6:

After the 'crazy' night both Haley and Nathan experienced, currently they were both asleep on her bed. Nathan had his arm over Haley's waist. Both were sleeping on their side. Everything was perfect, that is until now.
Loudly Nathan's cell vibrated on Haley's nightstand. Quickly Nathan lifted the cell, so Haley would not wake up. He looked at who was calling and sighed. Slowly he shifted himself out of Haley's side, until he sat on the bed.

"Do you know what fucking time it is?( it was around 4 a.m.)…What do you want?…Now?….Are you sure he's there?…He looked back at Haley who was still sleeping…You fucking owe me…I'll met you at your house" he said whispering. He hated doing this to her; ditching her after a great time they have had. He really liked her, not like others he had dated before, and he didn't want to screw this relationship up. Softly slipping his clothes on, he shook Haley.

"What?" she whispered, opening her eyes.

"I'm really, really sorry. But something came up and I have to go" he said. She, immediately sat on the bed looking at the time.

"At 4 in the morning? Your kidding me?" she asked, as if it was a joke. He sighed again.

"I'm sorry, it's the gov't, they just called me. Haley you have to understand, I hate leaving you like this after what has happened" he sincerely said, well the last part, that is. She crossed her arms.

"There's nothing I can do to stop you is there?" she sarcastically said. He sat by her, holding her hand. She looked away.

"I'm sorry, I promise to make it to you" he said, turning her chin, for her to look at him.
There he is again, promising to make it up. How many times have I heard that before? she thought. She sighed, weakly smiling at him.

"I'm sorry too, I just really wanted you here, with me today" she said. He leaned up and kissed her in her forehead.

"Believe me, I would of liked the same. I'll see you later?" he asked. She nodded. He then kissed her in the lips. After the kiss, he stood, up walking away from her apartment. Haley watched him walk away, then she looked over at the time again. great I only have 3 hours to sleep until work, she thought, laying once more on her bed.

Nathan parked his car, outside Lucas' house, ( he also had a big house like Nathan had). He walked inside, pissed, but he wouldn't show it. He never showed his feelings with him, or with whom he worked with. It was strictly code, never show your emotions, it'll make you look weak. As he walked inside he saw, his sister Peyton, looking over some files, Tim looking them over with her, and Lucas, swinging around a gun; testing it out.

"Where is he this time?" Nathan said. Everyone, turned to him.

"He is currently at the motel Carrie. He is set to leave at 5 a.m from there " Peyton said, giving him the files.

"This is correct? I don't want the wrong information like last time" Nathan said, looking at Tim mainly.

"Yes, the crazy ex, told us" Tim said. Nathan observe the files.

"How much is she paying us to have him terminated?" Lucas asked, setting the gun on the table.

"25 grand" Tim smirked.

"Us, I'm doing the job, I get the majority" Nathan said, closing the folder and giving it back to Peyton.

"We know that…Just be careful ok?" Peyton said, giving Nathan the gun.

"I always am" he sternly said, placing the gun, inside his coat and he was leaving the house. Once he was outside again, he opened the trunk from his black Range Rover. When it was fully opened he took the gun out his coat setting it inside. He took of his coat and placed another one. The he flipped the seat down from his car, revealing more equipment and clothing. He placed the gun inside there, and brought out his own, and gloves as well. Lastly, he pressed a hidden button, on the side, automatically, switching the license plate. Shutting the trunk down, he entered his vehicle and began to drive where motel Carrie was.

Arriving there, he parked in the parking lot, taking out the file. He looked over it once more. Name Andrew Wilson.
Age 46.
Living accountant.
Statues womanizer.
He chuckled at reason why the ex wanted him killed. More than once he been called for this. Usually for cheating on them, what else was new? He observed the picture of the man. For 46 he didn't seem so old, but then again he was rich. Closing the file, he looked around. The place was deserted. He scanned for room 38. It was on the second floor. For a rich guy, this is a crappy place, Nathan thought, scanning the motel. He looked over to the time, 4:59. The sun wasn't even out yet. After minutes waiting, he saw room 38 open, some, what appeared a prostitute came out of the room. He raised an eyebrow. Again minutes later, finally this Andrew Wilson came out. Nathan watch him, walk out, fixing his clothes. This was his queue. He quickly stepped out of his car, speed walking to get under the stairs. Once he was under them, he stood by the wall, no to get noticed. The man Andrew, walked down the stairs, whistling. Finally when he was down the stairs, Nathan stepped further hitting the man with the edge of his gun hard, causing the man to fall to the ground, passing out.

Once he had hit the ground, Nathan placed his gun away, leaning down to carry the man to his vehicle. This is why he worked out, some 'clients' can weigh heavily. Setting the man, on his shoulder, Nathan carried him to his vehicle. Inside, Nathan tied his arms and legs, just to be safe, and blindfolded him. Closing the door, he scanned around to see if no one had seen him. But then again the place was deserted and it was still pitch black. Driving away, Nathan looked back to see if the man would stir. He was passed out. Arriving to the destination, which was a deserted field, miles away from any human contact. Parking his car, he stepped out, Nathan dragged the man, a couple feet away from his car. Dropping the man, he took out his gun again. Right by where he dropped him, was already a grave set for the man. By this time, the sun began to rise.

"Where?…Where?" the man stuttered, as he was waking up. But not even before he could finish that sentence Nathan shot him several times at the head. Echo's of the gun shots, ringed repeatedly in his ears, Nathan looked him; the man was dead. Next, Nathan placed his gun away, and began to kick the man until he dropped inside the grave. After, Nathan pulled out a shovel that was already hidden inside the pile of dirt. In a matter of minutes, Nathan was done, burying him. After that, he drove to his next destination; the crazy ex.

"Here" Nathan said, to the women that contracted him. She was also what appeared 46 years old. She was a blond lady, covered in makeup. She grabbed the wallet that Nathan handed her.

"These are all his credit cards?" she said, opening the wallet. Nathan rolled his eyes.

"There all there. So now you could give the rest of the money" he said. She nodded, waking over to the side of the room. She handed him a brown bag. He looked inside and saw the hundred dollar bills inside all packed.

"Your were more than worth it" she winked at him. He nodded, leaving the place.

Exiting the building, Nathan looked over at the time. It was 7:45. Most of the time was driving to the lady's place. He yawned, flipping out his cell phone, and dialing a number.

"Hello, Jane's flowers, I would like to order 2 dozen of red and white roses to the Monte Fashion building to Haley James… Yes can it say: Sorry for what happened, I know this keeps happening but I'll make it up to you, thinking of you, Nathan Scott… Put it to my account…Thanks" he said, closing the phone, then taking his gloves out. He sighed knowing this wouldn't be enough for Haley. But what else could he do? This was his job.

Now you know, and if more than 5 reply I'll ud again today