Hitman Next Door

Several computers blinked to life as he moved the mouse, alerting them to his wish to view.

Not only did he have cameras set up in and around Lemon’s property, but there were also several up and down the street, including in town, and he even had one in the main reception of the motels.

This was how seriously he took his job.

Lemon’s safety was his top priority.

“I’m just checking now for any activity.” There wasn’t much going on. A couple of kids playing outside.

He clicked his way through the security footage. He never missed anything.

“It’s all clear here. I will keep an eye on everything and report back.”

“I should bring her home,” he said.

Nate clicked onto Lemon’s bedroom. She wore a towel and sat on the edge of her bed, staring into space.

Was she thinking about him?

He hoped she was.

“Sir, what would you like me to do?”

“I can’t bring her home. Lemon will have nothing to do with me.” Rocco sighed. “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

He heard the sadness in his boss’s voice. “I can bring her in, boss.”

“No. I promised her mother she would live her best life. One that wasn’t about being near me. It’s the last promise I gave her before she died. I will not break that promise. Keep her safe, please, for me.”

Rocco didn’t wait for a response and hung up.

When it came to Lemon and her mother, it was the only time in his life he’d seen Rocco vulnerable. He must have loved Lemon’s mother fiercely.

Putting the phone down, he looked at Lemon as she sat on the bed. She got up and moved to her wardrobe.

Everything she owned was handmade by either herself or her mother.

She was always so giddy when she had fabric deliveries, and she sometimes showed off her makes to him. It was how she spent most of her days.

He wanted to preserve that part of her. The woman with the easy smile and full of love and happiness.

Lemon brought out a need within him to protect her. To keep her safe.

Running fingers through his hair, he had no choice but to click away from watching her. There were times he found himself staring at her for hours at a time. It wouldn’t do. Not when there was a threat to her life.

Clicking his way across the cameras, he quickly made sure she was safe.

No one lurked in corners or looked out of place.

Gritting his teeth, he was so fucking annoyed.

Whoever thought they could kill Lemon was going to meet with him, and they were going to know not to fucking mess with him.

Anger rolled through his entire body.

Putting the cameras to sleep, he went to his bedroom, checked all of his weapons, and did a full sweep of the house. He was prepared for everything. Guns, knives, rope, tape, all the arsenal he needed to keep Lemon safe.

What he wasn’t prepared for was the knock on his door at exactly the hour point.

Lemon had come to him, just as he hoped she would.

He didn’t keep her waiting, opening the door to find Lemon in one of her favorite jumpsuits. It took her a week to figure out the instructions, and when she was done, she’d worn it straight away, asking him what he thought when they met on the lawn.

It showed off her ass to perfection.

He loved it.

Staring into her nervous brown eyes, he couldn’t resist. He sank his fingers into her hair and pulled her in close. As he slammed his lips down on hers, he heard the slight catch in her throat as he kissed her, hard.

****

Lemon debated coming.

The truth was, she wanted Nate. Had been attracted to him for a long time.

Age to her was just a number. She’d never seen people as old and young, just people at different stages in life. It was never important.

Her mother had told her love wasn’t always right. People fell in love for any reason, and there was no fighting it.

Lemon didn’t think she was in love with Nate.

The curse of the houses was too silly to believe.

What she felt for Nate was lust. Pure, unadulterated lust. His offer was too tempting to deny, and as he kissed her, drawing her into the house, she couldn’t help but feel her need for him.

He slammed her up against the door the moment it was closed, and she gasped.

Nate took charge, just as she knew he would, pressing her hands above her head, keeping them there, locked into place.

It made her moan for more as he broke the kiss.

“Keep them up there,” he said.

His hands were everywhere, roaming her body, touching her stomach, her ass, running up her back. Finally, when she didn’t think he was going to touch her properly, he cupped her tits, pressing them together.

He kissed each mound before stepping back and staring at her. There was no mistaking the lust in her eyes.