A Sea Of Bloody Hearts

№19|Little Sadist

-‘๑’-Book 1-‘๑’-

№19|Little Sadist
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A single light hung over Wayne’s head as he sat at the desk in his room. He leaned back in his chair as he cleaned his guns. With all the chaos that reigned down on the ship mere hours ago, he was worried about how that might have affected his mission.

He was here to kill Soren, maybe even Lorenzo while he was at it, and solely that. He never agreed to be a part of some rebellion. Yet, being a father changed his morals for the better. Years ago, when Wayne was still a playboy and Penelope was nothing but an egg in some woman’s uterus, Wayne would’ve never agreed to be a part of some silly strike.

But now, with Penny being eight, and Wayne not having slept with a woman in god knows how long, he couldn’t help but agree to go along with them. Something about being a father changed him. He smiled at the little girl as she slept in the bed, her soft skin sparkling in the moonlight.

He placed the gun down and walked over towards Penelope. Crouching down beside her, he stroked her honey blonde hair. “How could I be the father of someone so beautiful?” He sighed, curving his lips into a slight smile. “Do you ever regret not knowing your mom, Penny?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. She’s asleep, of course she isn’t gonna reply.

“I hope I’m being a good mom-dad, Penny. Eight years into this business and I’m still figuring out the ropes.” His eyes shifted up towards her pigtails. “Remember when I couldn’t figure out how to do your hair? I didn’t know where to start with all the products, scrunchies, brushes, and combs. Now look at me, I know how to do a mean french braid.”

He chuckled, noticing the small scar on her cheek as it brought him back to the day he first got Penelope.

The alarm clock rang like an annoying school bell. A deep groan erupted under the mountain of sheets as a tan arm extended outward towards the alarm, slamming his hand on it to shut it up.

Rising out of bed, he stretched his arms up and out. Cracking his back, he slugged towards the kitchen to see it was still a mess from the party he had last night. He chuckled, wondering where the woman he slept with last night went to.

He rubbed his eyes, reaching up for a cup to fill with his coffee. Sipping it, he glanced down at his phone. “Assassin job today: big bucks!” it read. He chuckled. “When are my jobs not big bucks?” he asked himself, setting down his cup as he walked into the bathroom. Smirking at his reflection, he couldn’t help but be a little self vain. He was hot, and he knew it, no wonder he had so many sexual adventures with so many women.

A ring of the doorbell brought out a deep sigh. “Look lady, if you want another go at it, you should’ve stayed in my-” He opened the door. Instead of the brunette woman who warmed his bed earlier, he found a baby in a carrier. On the handle was a single note with his name on it.

“Who the heck are you?”

The eight- month old baby had bright blue eyes that sparkled in the morning sun. She was wrapped in a pink blanket as she clenched a small elephant close to her body. A little sunflower headband wrapped around her blond hair set the outfit off.