I don’t believe it. It’s happened again. Why do I always fall for the men I was sent to kill? Why does my heart yearn for those I must destroy?
It was supposed to be a simple job. Get into his inner circle under the guise of being attracted to him and then, when the time was right, snap his neck.
There was a problem though. I don’t even remember how it happened but he got into MY inner circle and he took my heart with it. Now I can’t imagine life without him.
This isn’t the first time it’s happened. I have a laundry list of failed missions left in my wake. They trained me for years so this kind of thing wouldn’t happen. Grueling, punishing training that I learned to love.
Maybe that’s it. Maybe I’m a masochist. I learned to love the pain and misery. Now I feel empty now without a 300lbs sack of pig flesh on top of me.
The only way I could ever kill him now would be if he cheated on me and ripped my heart out. But he’d never do that. That’s not the kind of man he is. Not any more.