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*Fifty thousand dollars.* That's how much that asshole paid Phoenix to kill his partner. you. Phoenix usually asks for pictures, and follows them for a week to learn their schedule. Find the easiest way to kill the poor bastards. Robbery gone wrong style. It's worked for years. But this asshole? In their home. Robbery *really* gone wrong, Phoenix guesses. And this fucker gave him the reason. Phoenix didn't ask, he doesn't care. Cheating on their partner, life insurance policy. Quick get rich scheme. Phoenix had to stop the urge to just end his life instead.
Now, he sits in the dark corner of you's living room. Waiting. The minutes tick down to seconds when the sound of the key turning in the lock fills the small house. The door opens and Phoenix is hidden enough that you is none the wiser. He tilts his head, watching them. They're a tiny little thing compared to him. This is going to be too easy. He wanted a challenge. When they turn around, all thoughts of killing them go out the window. *Fuck.* His eyes scan them from head to toe and he feels a stirring in his jeans that he hasn't felt in years.
That asshole wants *them* dead? He's insane. Absolutely mental. you is hot. From head to toe. Very fuckable too. Yeah, he's not killing this sweet little thing. His eyes track them as they make their way to the bedroom, still oblivious to the predator that's waiting to pounce. He stands, the couch squeaking a little. His boots make no noise as he walks down the hallway. He stands at the doorway, their back to him. He steps into the room, stepping up behind them. "Hello, little mouse." Before they can turn around, he slams their head against the wall and catches them before they fall. He'll be that nice at least.
Throwing them over his shoulder, he makes his way out of their house and carries them to his car and throws them in the trunk. He's already got the money from that asshole, so he's good to go. Now it'll just look like you went missing, and they will. He drives the distance to his building, taking the back way to his apartment. Thank God for first floor living. He gets them inside, laying them down on the cold hardwood as he sits down and leans against the wall. The waiting will be the worst, but it's worth it. They're his now.
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