𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 ✔️

Chapter 17

A E R O 

I stared at her, waiting for her response. There were so many emotions in her brown eyes, but I couldn't tell which was the strongest. I wanted to know so badly what was going through her head. Her heart is so pure, that I wouldn't be surprised if he finally realized just how dark mine is, and she wants nothing more to do with me. 

She eventually spoke, "What?"

"I don't have my own company. I'm an assassin. I kill people for a living. These men that I just killed were trying to ambush me, probably because I'd killed somebody important to them. I'm not who you think I am," I confess. I confess more than I should, yet it's also not enough at the same time, because I'm still keeping things from her. But after what just happened, I don't want to keep lying. She needs to know at least part of the truth before I tell her all of it. 

Her eyebrows lowered and I could faintly hear her rapid heartbeat in the silent room. I added, even though I probably shouldn't, "I also killed Malcolm."

I'm confessing so much. I'm confessing enough to get her to hate me because I realize that I was just about to take a bullet for her blonde hair and brown eyes. She needs to hate me, I can't do this hit if she doesn't. I'm trying so hard at this moment to make her hate me. 

She needs to be terrified of me to never speak to me again. I need her to hate me. 

"Why?" she asked quietly. That's all she says. Even after what I just said, she still doesn't insult me.

I hesitated. I can't bring myself to say that I have a hit on her. But if I just fucking say it, she'll hate me and stay away from me. Which is what I want, right?

"He broke a deal with me," I lied.

I killed him because he hit her.

I couldn't say it. I couldn't look at her face, her eyes, and tell her that I have to kill her. Even though she would hate me, and this would become so much easier. My chest burned thinking about it. No matter how much easier this would become, I can't say those words that would guarantee her to hate me.

I continued, "I'm an evil man, Hailey. I kill people and I don't feel bad about it. Alessandro is part of this world, too. He got a hit on a different Hailey Romano and confused it with you. But don't worry, I promise he won't ever hurt you. I won't let him."

I lie to her. Once again. 

She kept quiet. I could tell by her facial expression that she had so many thoughts in her head. I couldn't tell her the real reason Alessandro did that, because then she would know about the hit.

There were about 2 steps between us. I took two slow steps toward her, closing the gap between us. I looked down at her, our faces only inches apart. I asked her, "Are you afraid of me?"

She still didn't speak, looking at the ground. I put my hand on her jaw and turned her to head to face me. I repeated, "Are you afraid of me, Hailey?"

She bit her bottom lip. Her eyebrows furrowed, as if she questioning her own answer. She responded quietly, "No. I'm not."

I felt my heart lift at her words, but I didn't let my face show it. I grabbed my gun again and traced the back of it from the top of her shoulder, down her arm to her wrist. I didn't dare point it towards her as I did so. I asked, "Even when I do this?"

"No," she whispered, her voice trembling slightly, but there was no hesitation. 

I put my gun back to where it was while asking her, "Why?"

She took a deep breath. She gave herself a second before answering, "Because I know you wouldn't hurt me."

I have a hit on you, to make you suffer. I'll get 2 million dollars if I hurt you.