Dalaric "Ricky" Mikael was known for two things; being the country's best assassin and being a silent brute.
His demons enveloped him in darkness and he saw no light at the end of any tunnel.
Until a girl, who's weird and wears nothing but a pair of...
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The commotion of the bar irks me, my side feeling abnormally cold. Where is she? My eyes trail to where I last saw her, Dean's girl, who's sleeping with her head on his shoulder, as he stares at her with some love sick look.
Fucker's got it so damn bad.
"Ay, another round?" T asks, glaring at Raf who's playing around with the cue stick. I shake my head, averting my eyes when one of the smirking bar girls walk over to us.
For fuck's sake, where is she?
After excusing myself, I walk towards the washrooms, my hands instinctively checking for my gun. I search the staircase leading to the office, where Opal's fast asleep.
Benny's is owned by Dean's aunt. It's where I met Dean, he was in some bad shit when I first saw him, associating himself with one of our targets. I pulled him aside and told him to cut it the fuck out and live a better life for his sister, Opal. Ever since, he's family. Like the white brother I never had.
God, where the fuck is she?
Opal's only four but she's a genius. She goes to school now, and loves it. I know Mayella thinks she's bad with kids, but Opal already loves her. The little smart ass told me that she wants cousins so she wants us to have kids as soon as possible.
You and me both, kid.
Just thinking of Mayella with our kid makes my bitch of a heart beat so fucking fast. She'd be such an amazing mother. God, a family with her is my only wish. All I ever fucking want is anything, but only with her. Even nothing would be everything if it was with her.
Fuck, I don't even make sense.
She's afraid. Afraid that she's going to end up like her own sorry excuse of a mom. Mayella's nothing like that sick lady, and she'll never be.
Where the fuck is she? My brows furrow when I check the washroom again, before making sure there isn't anyone else in. I turn after a quick scan, my arms immediately coming up to hold still the soft body that collides into me.
"Fuc- Mayella? What the f-"
"Can we please go home?" I take in her appearance and my eyes harden, my hands fisting automatically.
She's fucking crying. Who the fuck made her cry? Her eyes are red, her cheeks even redder with a mark on it, looking like she tried to rub something away. I cup her face, checking for any sign of physical hurt.
"Mayella, tell me what-"
"Can we please go home, Dalaric?" Her beautiful eyes nervously look around as she interrupts me again, her voice weak- something I absolutely hate hearing. My fingers twitch, wanting to hit someone so bad. Someone who hurt her. Calm the fuck down, Ricky.
