Page 40 of Unravelling The Hitman: A BWWM Romance

My eyes flew open.

I twisted to the side to find a more comfortable position. Trying again, I closed my eyes. This time, I heard the thump of a lifeless body as it hit the ground. Over and over.

I shot up, the blankets pooling around my lap. My fingers searched for the bottle of anxiety medication I kept on the nightstand. Then I paused, assessed the shaking fingers gripping the pills.

If I started working my old job, I couldn’t afford to be hooked on these capsules. They’d mess with the accuracy of my aim. Not all hits could be up close and quick like it had been this time. There would be occasions where I used a long distance rifle. One shot. That’s all I’d have.

Putting the pills back into the drawer, I returned to bed and rolled over on my back. Killing was a part of war, but knowing that never made it easier.

Having Reid had turned me soft. Not just because he was a liability that my enemies could exploit. My child was the representation of humanity, of life, of hope.

Because of Reid, I could sympathize with fathers.

Which was a problem.

So many of the lives I’d taken had created lives of their own. What would happen to their sons, their daughters?

I gritted my teeth and sat up.

Quiet. It was too quiet here.

I slid out of bed and checked the monitor to make sure it was working properly. Twisting the camera so it had a better angle of Reid in case he woke up, I grabbed the monitor in one hand and headed outside.

The lights were out in the living room, but I saw the impression of Humphries’ body as he conked out in the chair. His snores rattled the walls like a freight train speeding down a track.

I shook my head and strode to the fridge for a beer. At the last minute, I swiped two. The voices in my head usually went quiet after one bottle, but I figured I’d need more than that to get them under control tonight.

I pushed the sliding glass door aside with my foot and stepped on the balcony that offered a sweeping view of the Caribbean Sea. The water crashed against the sand, leaving foams that dissipated in the wind.

I sank into my beach chair, sighing when the familiar creak echoed in the night.

That’s better.

I sat out there, drinking and killing time. Eventually, I heard a whirring sound. Wheels cruising against metal. The door. Someone had pushed it aside.

The floor moaned as they stepped out into the night. A sweet scent wafted to my nose.

My lips formed a crooked grin.

My Angel had come.

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Angel

I tiptoed past Humphries, moving only when his loud snoring disguised my footsteps. The last thing I wanted to do was run into him or Deacon tonight.

Carefully, I pulled the door to the balcony. The door was louder than I’d thought so, instead of yanking it all the way, I wiggled through the sliver of space I’d earned.

The balcony was dark, but the stars twinkling in the sky revealed the rushing waves of the Caribbean Sea. The wind caressed my face and beckoned me forward.

I took a step in obedience.

“Ehem.”

I froze and jumped around to find someone observing me. My heart dropped straight to my toes when I spotted those rugged shoulders and muscular arms.

Deacon.