The Innocent Target

Introduction

Odette Elliot is nothing more than just a regular New Yorker with the most bland life one could ask for. Simple job and a cheap apartment, least expensive clothes and a desire to be left alone entirely. She's never anticipated for more, though her mind desires a ride through the mystery romance novels that keep her company in the nights.

What happens when someone has an eye for her that she can't seem to shake off?

Vincent Carsozza was hired for one job only and that was to bring the young and pretty Odette Elliot to his employer. The particular case had been peculiar since being a hired hitman had a complete different meaning to his job but his friend's interest leads him to no regret in signing up. Only, she isn't what he expected.

She's an innocent.

And he doesn't deal the innocents. Things don't seem to be what they did the first night he set eyes on the lamb before she was dragged into a crowd of hyenas.

What happens when he decides to change the deal and save Odette Elliot from this nightmare once and for all?

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"So what are you?" She gulped, "A beautified bounty hunter?" She snickered, still staring out, "They use your pretty face to catch the girls and deliver to them?"

"I don't sell women." He spoke.

"No, you just transport them to those who do. So noble." She licked her lips.

"I don't interfere in anyone's business."

"I hate to break your bubble but when you kidnap someone, you interfere in their whole life business."

"I mean those who hire." He answered and she didn't look back.

"You're charming. Good looking. Maybe even a bit gentlemanly but you are still a thug like the rest of them." She sniffed, "You kidnapped a girl. No explanations. Just a gun and threat and forced will to do what you tell her. So, just because you don't interfere in their business of selling or raping women, doesn't mean that you aren't equally disgusting and selfish and a fucker." She looked back and he was sitting on a chair right across the room with elbows on his thighs, hands holding his gun in his fingers and eyes trained on her. She blinked her tear away and laid back in her chair. A ball of fear rising in her throat. A shuddering breath escaped her and she scrunched further into the cushions and turned back to the window, "Whoever you're sending me to, however much they are offering you..." She looked back at him as he cleaned his bottom lip with the pad of his thumb, "... I hope it's worth it."

"It is." He pointed the gun at her. She nodded and shut her eyes. Tears streamed but she didn't release a voice. It wouldn't mean anything. Vincent was either going to kill her or deliver her. She didn't have an out.