My door slammed shut. He jammed the key into the ignition and turned it. The sound
of the engine bellowed, echoing through the street. He pressed the gas pedal, the tires spun, a
light smoke wafting from behind.
The touch of a thick strap along my chest was nonexistent. With the car rushed into
second gear, the smell of rubber against concrete was high. The car lunged forward, and after a
few moments, he switched to third. While the speed gauge went up, he drove with what appeared
to be little regard for any pedestrians that might be on the streets at this hour. The tires hugged
the curb, straining for space to move their massive bodies. White knuckles clenched the wheel.
When the freeway ramp was in view, he took it.
Driving a few miles down the highway, with no warning of trouble, he slowed the
speed from 110 to 70. His hands were like claws, probably from cramping, and he shook them to
get the blood flowing again. My eyes darted around like a rabbit. We were the only car driving
on the highway. It was after midnight. My heart still thumped in my chest like a symphony, but
my breathing slowed. Endorphins were a real killer in this kind of situation.
“Should we go to your place?” he asked, eyebrows frilled downward.
Several hours before…
It was a couple hours after sundown when I flowed into my living room like the
soundless breeze on a summer day.
In one quick movement I sat down. My tight cotton pants slid against my leather couch
as I maneuvered myself into a comfortable position. I brushed my hands across my silk blouse,
making sure ash from my cigarette hadn’t fallen onto it.
A mew sounded from my open window. The gray tabby swayed from left to right,
rubbing against the panels to his entrance.
“Hey, Kid.” The stray had been coming around for a month now.
As I flipped through my organizer, twenty different names were listed with a price next
to each one. I glanced in the mirror hanging on my wall to find my eyes glittering with delight as
I roamed through the names, remembering which person owed what amount of money and why.
I thought of who would be the best target to go after tonight, but while I was trying to decide,
Kid decided to lie down on that exact spot.
I put my cigarette out and blew the smoke upward. “Yeah, yeah. I know. I’m quitting.
Now get lost.”
A beeping sound came from my cell phone. Picking it up, I stared at the number and
I flipped the phone open. “Yeah?” I answered, my Jersey accent more potent than most
“I got a proposal for you Gem.”
I recognized the man’s voice on the other end—my longtime boss and somewhat
“I’m listening.” I grabbed a magazine to flip through, waiting for him to talk.
Dom cleared his throat. “I want you to go after a man named Jonathan tonight.” There
was a pause. “He owes Jake a lot of money.”
I closed the magazine and gave my full attention to the conversation. “Give me the
details.” I was practically drooling to hear what he had to say.
I could hear the big grin on his face. He always knew what would catch my interest.
“Jake gave him enough powder to supply his users for a month. Jonathan only had money for
half and was supposed to pay the other half at the end of the—”
“He didn’t pay.”
“You got it.” He hesitated. “Jonathan is Kelly’s boyfriend. That’s why he trusted him.”
My tone changed. “Just because someone is dating your sister doesn’t mean they’re
legit. Suppliers can be so naive sometimes.” I decided to get straight to the point. “How much?”
“Thirty grand. This guy is worth it to Jake.”
I thought for a moment. “I would have done it for twenty,” I teased, a smile forming on
A deep laugh came from Dominick. He gave me the information I would need, and I
jotted notes down in my organizer.
The sun was down, and the air became cooler with the breeze that blew around
Chicago. I walked around my bedroom, pulling out everything I would need for the night ahead.
The hit was a typical shoot-and-go, so I packed lightly. I holstered a small automatic colt pistol
around my ankle. My pants covered it nicely; only a small outline showed under the leather. A .
44 magnum was slipped into my pants at the small of my back. I picked up a couple of short
knives and placed them in holders on my bicep. Then I put on a black trench coat to cover up the
weapons completely. With the cold breeze in the air, the coat wouldn’t look out of place.
It was now eleven o’clock, and from what Dominick had said, Jonathan would be at
his home, cutting powder for a twelve o’clock run. I walked through the lower garage of my
apartment complex to find my ’69 Dodge Charger parked neatly between the lines.
After a half hour’s drive, I found myself in the city’s ghetto. Turning left onto Belford
Drive, I counted down the house numbers. I pressed the brakes and parked on the opposite street
from where thirty-three was painted on the curb. After checking my weapons to make sure
everything was in place and loaded, I tied my short brown hair into a low ponytail. The street
looked clear, but one could only be so careful.
I stepped out onto the street. My combat boots made little noise. Two lights shone in
the front of the house. I noticed the yellow and brown grass. Some shrubbery surrounded the
house to make it seem like a normal family lived here. An angel doorknocker hung high with a
message: “bless this house.” The knocker made a loud banging noise. The outside gave no
indication of the kind of people who really lived in the house.
“What kind of fools do these people think…” In the bushes, with his back to the house,
I took in the tan man with spiked black hair and a Herculean nose. “Jax?” I called out the name
in a loud whisper. “What the heck are you doing here?” I demanded.
“Heck? Really, Gemini?” He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
In a huff, I crossed my arms. “My parents taught me not to cuss.”
“But not to avoid killing people?”
“That rule made less sense to me.” I shrugged. “Look, what are you doing here?”
I had met Jax during W.A.M.—Whacking a Mobster. He dropped in from nowhere,
just like he was doing now. Jax worked for Dominick’s nemesis, The Jackal, an evil SOB who
didn’t care who the hit was for or how it was done. That was the reason I put boundaries on my
interactions with Jax, yet he seemed to break that rule a little too much. Though having sex with
him a few times after that didn’t help anything. Especially when he looked like a young Lou
The door knob twisted, and I planted my feet. The deception of a happy family in
residence faded as a tall, thin man opened the door. His eyes were bloodshot and bugged out; his
long hair was stringy and greasy.
He swayed back and forth. “Whaat’d ush want?”
Evidently, “what do you want?” was too hard for the man to say.
“I’m here to see Jonathan.” My tone was strong, with a slight demanding attitude
behind it. “We have business.”
The man stepped aside to let me walk through the threshold. Out the corner of my eye,
I spied Jax walking toward the front windows. If he stole this kill from me I would kick his ass.
The sound of my shoes was muffled on the carpet. Once he shut the door, the grimy
man led me into the living room.
A lanky guy sat on a faded brown couch. He slowly rose to his feet letting his silk shirt
fall past his hips. A strong mouth framed his triangular face. “Who is this?” He had a smooth, sly
“I dun know. Shesh said you boff had bushness.” The slurring had become more airy
I stared at my guide, amazed he was still standing.
Jonathan looked from his friend to my piercing blue eyes, appearing to stare into my
soul. A smirk formed on his face. “Who are you?” A glimmer of curiosity shimmered bright.
I licked my lips while looking him over. “I’m here to collect on behalf of Jake.” I
centered my feet more and slid my hands closer to my weapons, my eyes never leaving his.
He let out a snort. “Jake sent a woman to do a man’s job?” It was more of an assertion
than a question. “Jake can go screw himself.” Jonathan walked around the table toward me and
stopped a few steps away.
The man had left. Good.
“Wrong answer.” I smirked at Jonathan and, with one swift movement I let my coat
drop from my body. It fell to the floor in a heap. I reached for one of the knives and took a step
forward. I held the sharp object to Jonathan’s throat. His eyes widened.
“One. Last. Chance.” I pressed the knife onto his neck, a drop of blood falling and
disappearing under his shirt.
His mouth curled into a smile. “The asshole isn’t worth spitting on.” He grabbed my
wrist and pulled it behind me, the knife falling to the floor. “You should work on your reflexes,”
he taunted. A laugh emerged, annoying me.
Anger rose inside of me; I didn’t like to be held in a restraining way. My stomach
started to twist in knots. I could barely hold back my furry.
Jonathan smelled my hair in a slow seductive fashion. He wrapped his arm around my
waist to hold my arms captive against my sides. How stupid. He didn’t notice my gun pressed
against his body.
Gunshots sounded, and I heard glass shatter. A bullet whizzed by my neck and slashed
through Jonathan’s skin.
I wrapped one long leg around his, causing us to fall onto the floor. We both fumbled
around, each attempting to dominate the other. I conquered by straddling Jonathan, forcing him
onto his back. My fist struck his jaw with a forceful crack. Blood splattered on the beige carpet,
and he struggled to break free. I pulled out my gun and shoved it against his forehead. Jonathan
froze. Leering at the injured man lying below me, I gradually got to my feet to stand above him.
“Don’t underestimate a woman. I’m Gemini, and you’re a very unlucky man.” I pulled
the trigger and watched as the bullet went flying through the air and into his head. Blood
splattered and I blinked; the face below me deformed. I turned with my gun still in the air,
pointed at Jax. “Why did you do that?”
He shrugged and gave me half a smile. “I like being Prince Charming and saving the
“I’m no princess.”
“Yet you’re from Jersey. Interesting.”
I rolled my eyes before I shoved the gun into my holster and picked up my knife.
Throwing on my coat, I flipped open my cell phone and called Dominick to let him know what
went down, leaving out the part about Jax, of course. Dominick told me he would send the
cleaners to get rid of the mess. I went for the exit but the door opened wide.
Dark eyes glared at me. “Who the hell are you?” The woman took a step closer to me
and gawked. A frantic look formed on the woman’s face.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, we ran out of the house. The Jackal would have
had his man kill anyone and everyone, but not Jax. I dug in my pocket, found my keys, and
pressed a button to unlock the doors. While only a few steps from the sidewalk, I heard a loud
bang. My shoulder swung forward and I fought to keep my balance; the skin tore and blood
began to flood out. More shots sounded and bullets flew in the air. The pain seared through me
like hot lava and I glanced around to find the woman behind me with a gun.
Hands took my waist and shoved me to the side. “Get in the passenger side and don’t
My bullet flung through the eye of the mobster at the same time a bullet pierced his
chest. I didn’t hear a gunshot. Sniper. I pulled my gun down from the ledge. When I didn’t hear
the whiz of bullets flying over the target's screams, I pulled out my binoculars and searched the
rooftop next to mine. Luckily, I didn’t have to come up from lying on my back to see the huge
grin on a male with bright teeth and black hair.
Getting inside, I left the weapon in a black case hidden inside a broken-down wall.
Getting to the back street, I pulled my hoodie up and hid my face as best I could. Worn torn
jeans and sneakers helped me blend in with the crowd, however that didn’t stop douchebag from
Instead of running, I groaned. He had that same grin on his stupid face. When he was
just close enough, I swung my right fist, but he bent back to miss the hit.
“A-hole.” I attacked with my left fist to his gut and tagged him when he was coming
A puff of air escaped him, yet he pivoted to my left and grabbed my wrists. I was
turned, my back to the wall, and noticed the Mob boss’ boys looking for the shooter. The
stranger’s lips collapsed on mine and he let my wrists go to encircle my back and press us close.
It was like kissing a strawberry with how he tasted of the sweet fruit. His lips were soft, his
tongue forceful. The stranger's hand was covered partially by his sleeve when he moved his hand
to my cheek.
“Hey yous! Get outta here!”
When he ended the kiss, he let out a couple deep breaths while locking his eyes with
mine. “Let’s get outta here, sweetheart,” he said, his voice low as he mocked the New York
accent of the mob guy.
A wall had fallen and I smiled before I was able to catch the mistake. Stupid me. The
reason I was good at this was because I could keep myself emotionless on the job and not get
entangled with the people. I couldn’t believe he was able to penetrate that part of me I never
showed to the world.
I held my middle as we walked away. Once we were out of hearing range, I asked,
“Who are you?”
This was only my second year in the field, and they still sent me for the easier jobs. My
boss didn’t want me up close and personal yet. He said I needed my black belt in three different
fighting styles before that happened.
“Dominick is hiring youngsters now?”
“How did you—“
“Know your boss’ name? ‘Cause I actually have some time under my belt and know
I stopped to gawk at him, the warm breeze comfortable since I hadn’t wanted to take
my hoodie off yet. “I’m not a youngster. I’m twenty-five.”
“You really shouldn’t talk to strangers.”
Damn it. He was right. He had me flustered. I was never flustered! “I should go.”
“I’ll see you again, sweetheart.”
I didn’t look back.
Shoot! I was still in the passenger seat. I recognized my neighborhood.
“Sounded like you were having a good dream, sweetheart.”
I made a visor with my hand over my eyes. I wouldn’t admit to him if it was a good or
bad dream. It was a repeating one though and since then I had run into Jax about once every
couple months. I didn’t realize that until that very moment. Time to me seemed to run by fast
these days, and it was hard to keep track of who showed up wanting what when.
“Jax, why do you show up at my jobs?”
His smile was wide to show off those dimples of his. “You finally caught on to that,
huh?” Jax took his eyes off the road for a moment. “I guess it’s what you’d call long distance
“We aren’t dating,” I said with almost too much force. Since when was I his girlfriend?
We only had sex a handful of times. The times we didn’t have sex, we ended up hanging out at a
bar…talking. I normally had my walls up. I thought he was stupid for telling me anything about
himself; it was like he was trying to get to know me, not find out information on me. Even if that
was the case, I couldn’t let it happen. Two assassins in love? How cliché would that be! We were
not going to become Mr. and Mrs. Smith. “And since when do you know where I live?” I had
just moved from Jersey to Chicago.
“We're assassins. Don't you know how to find me?” He winked at me before pulling
into my driveway.
Apparently I had a stalker on my hands. “The correct question is did I ever bother to
look for you.”
“Would you stop moving? I need to finish stitching this up.” Jax was irritated with me
but no more than I was with myself.
Kid was gone for the night and the milk saucer was dry. My kitchen was the size of a
closet but we made do by putting me up on the counter and Jax at eye level with my shoulder.
I put my cigarette out and took a gulp of whiskey. “It’s not like I have any antiseptic.”
He grinned. “Well, if you let me take you to my place, you would.”
“Boundaries. Remember? And why were you at this hit? I saw you just last week.” I
had told him many times that there were boundaries when it came to us. Ones I tried desperately
His eyes held mine, his lips only inches from touching my own. “Maybe I wanted to
see you again.”
I rolled my eyes. “Or maybe your boss didn’t tell you that you were going up against
“Oh, he told me who would be there. The Jackal doesn’t send me in blind.” He cut the
thread and leaned back. “All done.”
“Finally.” I took a wet towel and dabbed the area where there was still blood before
sticking a big bulky bandage on either side.
“When will you learn I am on your side even if my boss isn’t?”
“When will you learn I’m just not into you?” I got up and threw the blood-stained
towel in the trash before searching the kitchen floor to make sure there weren’t any blood drops.
His lips twisted into a menacing grin, and he squinted his eyes at me. “You are such a
liar.” Jax took my back and pulled me close. I winced, but he made sure he didn’t hit my
“Don’t you dare—”
He kissed me. Soft lips with a slick tongue cornered my own, made me sink. Sink into
myself and take a deep breath through my nose. His breath was hot, and he tasted like peanut
butter from the sandwiches he made us before. Fingertips met the small of my back under the
white tank I had help changing into. Roaming to his neck, I took in the scent of sandalwood and
myrrh. It was intense, and my breasts pressed tighter against his chest.
I flicked my tongue to get a moan out of him before pulling away. “We should stop.”
He chuckled. “You know there is no way either of us is going to do that.” Jax took my
hand, and we went to the couch.
After a minute, my pants were off and I was on top of him.
His tip glided around my wet center. I came down over Jax’s slickness and arched my
back as an electrical current ravaged my core. His fingertips indented my ass while he moved me
faster on top of him. The straining cords in his neck pulsed. I grabbed his wrists and positioned
one on the couch, the other behind his head. I took back control and slowed down the motions.
His breath sped up. He bit his lower lip. The slowness tormented him. Jax loved it.
I delved for his neck. Then tugged at his shirt, wanting to tear it but not able to. He
took the hint and his shirt fell to the floor the next moment. My hard nubs rubbed against the
rough hair of his chest and I spread my legs wider. My knee hit the wood in the couch. I
whimpered in pain before biting down hard. His lap became soaked with my scent. He grunted
from the blending of pleasure and pain at the same time.
My breath heaved, and I was enjoying every last minute up to the point that my body
convulsed and twitched with the deep pleasure only sex could bring me.
“Keep going, sweetheart. I’m with you.” His hips started pumping faster.
My shoulder began to throb but I didn’t care. “More!”
Several hard thrusts later, I collapsed on top of him, a big grin on my face.
I took several ragged breaths and said, “I thought we decided on boundaries
considering our past?”
“Sweetheart, when it comes to you and me, there are no boundaries.”
Elizabeth J Kolodziej
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Books by Elizabeth J Kolodziej:
The Last Witch Series:
Vampyre Kisses (book 1)
Werewolf Descent (book 2)
Witch Devotions (book 3)
Witches Guardian (short story)
Salvaged Pieces of a Werewolf Lost (novella)
Demon Protection Plan (part of the Sexiest Time of the Year Anthology)
From Demons, With Lust