On the Run

Liam took in a deep breath as he looked at the hotel room Ann had picked. She figured they would blend in perfectly as tourists in Tijuana and had insisted they had to book the honeymoon suite to keep up appearances. He chuckled as she laid asleep beside him, worn out from more of their “pretending” to be a married couple. He remembered the way her eyes darkened as she walked up to him, saying the help might get suspicious if they didn’t hear the bed rocking all night long.

He sat up, walking over to his suitcase and going through the clothes he and Ann had bought, knowing that wearing the same clothes for a week might draw some suspicion. He dug through until he found his gun, running his fingers over the cold steel before he picked it up. He couldn’t help but grin wickedly as visions of using this to blow Enzo off the face of the Earth ran through his mind would know exactly how to clean it up to, how to make sure everyone thought it was a rival gang. Enzo had pissed off the wrong person, and know Liam was going to make him pay.

He looked over his shoulder at Ann, ignoring her nudity in her sleep and causing Liam’s eyes to darken once again. But he quickly shook the thoughts of moving against her again from his mind, turning back to his gun. He had to kill Enzo, it had to be quick and it had to be silent. He knew that he still couldn’t trust her, not with this. So as much as he loved having a hot babe to fuck at all hours of the day, he knew that he had to leave her behind.

He grabbed one of the pillowcases, being careful not to disturb Ann as he quickly snuck back to their bag. He grabbed everything that wasn’t made for a woman, shoving it into the pillowcase as fast as he could. He then grabbed a pair of jeans, pulling them on and grabbing a shirt. But just as he tucked his gun into the front of his jean he felt hands on his shoulders.

“Just going to fuck me and run?” Ann cooed, letting her hands move around to his chest. He held back a groan as she ran her fingers over every line of his stomach, spending extra time on his v line until he pulled away, turning to face her.

“I have to kill Enzo.” He said, stepping back. She stayed perfectly calm as she looked at him, her bright eyes locked on his.

“Maybe I do too.” She said, folding her arms in front of her chest, blocking her breasts from him. He wanted nothing more than to pull them aside and throw her on the bed until she was too exhausted to object, but he restrained himself, knowing she’d never go for it.

“Maybe I can’t trust you.” She scoffed at that, looking at him.

“The gun was in the left hand bottom compartment, the clip was in your toiletry bag, and the bullets were hidden in your socks.” She said simply.

“How did you…?”

“I’m very observant.” She said simply. “But my point is I could have killed you at any moment.”

“So because you didn’t I should trust you?”

“You need me.”

“I don’t need anyone.” He snapped, his eyes turning dark. “All you’re going to do is get me killed.” There was a small moment of silence as he started buttoning up his shirt, but finally Ann spoke again.

“I was an escape artist. I got Enzo’s guys out of any situation, that’s what I did for him. He would tell me where they were stuck and I would go in and get them out.”

“So why does that matter?”

“Because, if you go in there and kill Enzo you may know how to clean up, but you’ll have no idea how to get out of there. You’ll be fucked if you don’t have me.” Liam just stood there for a moment, looking at his bag. He knew that if she were lying he’d be dead, but if she were telling the truth, he might just get out of there alive.

“You do realize that if you help me there will be nowhere on this Earth we’ll be safe, we’ll be hunted down like dogs. We might have two weeks before we’re killed.” She smiled, walking over and standing in front of him. She started unbuttoning his shirt again, her eyes on his chest.

“Then we’ll have to make those two weeks count.” She purred. She let her fingers move over her chest again, turning to look at him. “Besides, it would be worth it to watch that bastard Enzo bleed out on the floor.” Her nails dug into his chest as she smirked, grinning. As Liam watched her he couldn’t help but smile. He still might not be able to trust her, but as long as she wanted Enzo dead as much as he did, he figured he might be able to break his rule on working alone.

“Ann-” She sighed, looking up at him.

“If you’re going to trust me, you should know that’s… that’s not my real name.” She bit her lip, her eyes meeting his. “My name is Katherine Saint.”

“Katherine Saint.” He repeated quietly, smirking at her. He grabbed her hips, pulling her body flush against his. “Let’s kill the bastard.” With that he crashed his lips to hers and she quickly wrapped her legs around his hips as the two stumbled over to the bed, knowing that this assassination might just be possible if they worked together.