The Hitman’s Angel

Never for pleasure.

Having this angel beneath me would be all for pleasure. I’m prepared to spill my come just looking at her, smelling the light floral scent. She’s pleasuring me simply by existing.

I communicate to her with my eyes that I will save her. I will show her the true definition of being spoiled. Yes. That is to be my new job.

I train my eyes on the gnat and reach for my gun.

My step falters when the angel’s eyes widen and she gives me a small headshake.

“I-I want to dance for you. Sir.” She swallows and my balls grow heavy. “Please?”

It’s the please that renders me motionless. I don’t think I can say no to this creature.

I think it might be…impossible?

In that moment, I realize the angel has a great weapon against me, indeed. From a young age, I’ve been forced to earn money to feed my destitute family by working for the Bratva. First lesson they taught me? Weaknesses will get you killed. Still, I can’t stop myself from nodding and rasping, “Da. Whatever you wish.”

The gnat laughs knowingly and I swallow my venom. “Thought you might change your tune once you saw the merchandise.”

He pushes the angel in my direction and I catch her up against me. A groan leaves my mouth because she’s so lush and feminine, but I’m torn between absorbing the salvation of her soft curves—and putting a bullet in the man who dared to lay his hands on her. Up close, I can see the bruising at her temple, on the sides of her throat, and my lips peel back from my teeth. I open my mouth to tell her I’ve come to slay her tormentor, but I stop myself.

What if she does not want a cold-blooded killer?

What if I repulse her?

It would not be a surprise. She already can’t look too fondly upon men. My code of honor—killing only those who warrant killing—might not sway her. After all, she is not from the brutal underground worlds where I cut my teeth. She is an innocent.

My dick hoists with that reminder and she gasps.

Nyet. I cannot scare her away. My debt to my employer will soon be paid and she’ll never have to know about my dark lifestyle.

“Please…” she says, going up on her tiptoes and whispering in my ear. It’s euphoria. “Please just let me dance for you or he’ll—”

“He’ll nothing,” I grind out. “He’ll do nothing to you ever again.”

She looks up into my eyes and casts a spell. “Why?”

“Because…” What was I saying? My brain is not functioning at its usual pace. I can’t seem to focus on anything but the little tits pressed up against my chest. “Never mind how I’ll keep him from bothering you, angel. Just trust me.”

“Yeah, I don’t think so.”

Sweat forms on my spine. I don’t like her not trusting me. Only a few seconds of it and I’m miserable. “How can I make you trust me?”

“Tell me how to um…please you.” She looks back over her shoulder at the gnat, the pulse in her neck speeding up in obvious fear. “I have to please the customer. Teach me how.”

“You are not required to please me, angel. Not here. Not like this.”

She appears bewildered. “Why are you here if not for pleasure?”

To put a bullet between your tormentor’s eyes. I can’t say such a thing to this girl. Those words would soil her. I don’t like not telling her the truth. In fact, I loathe it. But I must allow her to believe I’m here for pleasure. Otherwise she’ll ask more questions or grow suspicious that she’s dealing with someone unworthy and then she’ll never trust me. Or leave with me.

Da. That’s what I want more than anything. This angel to let me take her from this place. Perhaps if we go through with the dance, I can convince her to trust me. Go home with me.

There’s no way I’m letting her dance in front of an audience, though. Especially not this gnat, who even now is rubbing his hands together. I hate giving him what he wants, but there’s no choice. Swallowing my distaste, I take out my wallet and remove the wad of hundred-dollar bills. All of it. Without taking my eyes off the girl, I hand it to him over her shoulder. “Get the fuck out.”

Even though I’m not looking at him, I sense his eyes bugging out of his head. “You got it, man. Just knock on my office door when you’re done. Don’t want her running off when she’s raking in this kind of cash.”

“Go.” Before I rip out your throat.

With a clang of beads, the gnat is gone and I’m alone with the angel. She looks so small in the blue light, her eyes wide in her beautiful face. Little treasure, so scared. It makes me want to howl like a maimed bear.