Of course his agency, whatever it was, wasn't happy to let him go, but fortunately they let him.
"You gave me a reason, not just to live, but to care. I'm never leaving you unless you order me away."
"I love you." I told him in return. So we traveled, using not only my money that my father had left me, but also using his safe houses. They were all his, bought for his job but now used for us. We settled down in a quiet little house in Rio. Finally my spanish lessons came in handy. So I guess this really was, a happily ever after.
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The Assassin's Weakness
Short StoryThere was no expression in his face, I could never read his eyes either, they were almost impenetrable. Just like him. Then he brushed my cheek with his thumb, so softly I almost didn't feel it. I knew why he had killed those men that had kidnapped...
