ROMANTIC ASSASINATION

  CONNOR WHITELEY

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  As I, Richard Birch, started to slowly walk down the long sterile white hospital corridor of Kent General Hospital (a pathetically creative name for a hospital) with little wooden fire doors lining the corridor with small and large hospital rooms shooting off from them, I had to admit that I do love a good killing.

  There were tons of people walking up and down the corridor. The vast majority of them were young families, adult children and even the odd elderly person as they went to visit friends and family members in hospital. I really hoped whoever they were going to visit would be okay.

  I might kill bad people but I am far from a monster.

  There was a particularly hot man and woman wearing matching Easter jumpers, blue jeans and blue trainers walking down the corridor hand in hand. They were cute but it was just a shame that they were straight.

  The little hospital lights in the sterile white ceiling flickered a little, then popped, banged and vibrated so some of the lights were off with a few seconds before new ones turned on.

  That was just typical of hospitals in the UK at this point and I was just glad that I had more than enough money to go private at this point. Which was rather fun at the moment because even though I never used the UK’s free service, I always killed politicians that wanted to tear it all down.

  Like I said, I might kill people but I am no monster. Innocent people rely on free healthcare so I have to protect it.

  The entire corridor smelt of jasmine, cloves and lemon-scented cleaning chemicals that were getting stronger and stronger with each passing moment, and it left the most disgusting taste of blueberry pie on my tongue because my sweet mother bless her, she just couldn’t tell sugar from salt, and cloves and cinnamon.

  Her cooking was absolutely awful, and somehow I survived.

  With everyone talking, music playing in the background and new orders for doctors in the background, it was rather loud in the corridor but that was perfect for me as I continued to go down the corridor where I was hoping to kill a very bad woman indeed.

  I only had to kill her in secret.

  And not get caught.

  You see when someone pays me three million pounds to kill a Mrs Clarice Zouch, I do three simple things. I donate one million to the hospital that I’m about to kill at, I donate another one million to my favourite cancer research charity and I do a hell of a lot of research on the target to make sure she actually deserves to die. Because believe in me, I get hired ten times a year to kill school teachers at private schools because the snobby nobs called parents wanted to punish the teacher for failing their precious little teenagers.

  Maybe if the little teenagers actually tried at school and didn’t grow up thinking mummy and daddy will always provide for them, then maybe they wouldn’t fail.

  Anyway, sorry about that, I just hate those snobby nobs.

  Clarice was not a school teacher in the slightest because she had run a UK-wide human trafficking organisation that smuggled vulnerable men into the country with the promise of shelter, food and money for their families. But as soon as Clarice got them they were handcuffed and turned into slaves.

  Then if one of them tried to escape or even spoke about escaping three families’ would disappear from the face of the earth. All these people wanted was to live a better life in a “good” country (but I couldn’t call the UK that for ages yet each to their own) and even though the police had thankfully shut down her organisation and destroyed her ring, and sadly deported all of the slaves, which half of them were dead now in their own countries (well done UK Government) Clarice had been clever enough to not leave any evidence of her involvement.

  So she was free and in hospital after surviving a very rare form of cancer.

  Well now I was going to kill her anyway.

  ***

  Assassin Charlie Allen just sat there in the cold wooden hospital chair in Clarice’s room and watched her sleep peacefully. He had always hated Clarice. She was a stuck-up bitch that prayed on the weak, vulnerable and dim-witted to the predations of her foul kind.

  Charlie was a little surprised that Clarice had cared to go to a free public hospital instead of a private one with much better security. All Charlie had had to do was walk into the hospital, pretend to be her boyfriend and cry the entire way with the nurse escorting him.

  Charlie didn’t like the massive white sterile walls that were so lifeless and dead and dull, just like how Clarice was hopefully going to be in very short order.

  Even the hospital bed that was nothing more than a thin metal thing with even thinner sheets wasn’t that impressive, but maybe Clarice had wanted the secrecy and to keep a low profile. This was certainly the lowest profile Charlie had ever seen a criminal mastermind keep, but this was also just sort of sad that Clarice, the enslaver of innocence, was going to die in a small little hospital room in a backwater hospital in a backwater county that no one cared about.

  At least this way Clarice wouldn’t hurt another single person ever again.

  The constant sound of people talking, walking and rushing about outside made Charlie pleased that even if Clarice screamed her head off there wouldn’t be too much of a chance of someone hearing and rescuing her.

  Charlie had already bought himself a new dagger just for the occasion and he had planned three different escape routes, so hopefully that would all work out so Charlie stood up and went over to Clarice.

  Charlie had to admit he was bisexual and always tended to leant towards men, but Clarice was beautiful and very hot. Charlie would have been interested in knowing exactly how she had seduced her slaves and her criminal employees but that didn’t matter now.

  Charlie was going to get revenge and complete the mission that his boyfriend couldn’t do six months ago when Clarice had killed him in front of CCTV cameras but the police weren’t bothered. Apparently, there was no point arresting her for murder when she still hadn’t revealed the extent of her network to the police.

  It was disgusting but Charlie also understood it. His boyfriend was one life against the hundreds of innocent lives that were being beaten and tortured every day for Clarice’s enjoyment.

  Charlie took out his dagger and enjoyed the warm heavy feel of the bone handle against his hand and he went to spilt her throat when the wooden door opened and someone quickly shot inside.

  Charlie just smiled like a little schoolboy when he noticed a man had come in and he was holding a gun with a silencer. The man was very tall, easily seven foot, with a long black overcoat, sexy tight black trousers and black trainers that sort of gave him the smart-casual look that Charlie really loved on people.

  The man didn’t seem threatening or scary towards Charlie and Charlie respected that. At least he was dealing with a pro-assassin and not some baby amateur that was going to kill him out of fear.

  But all Charlie could really focus was on the man’s stunning eyes. There were stunning flicks of sapphire and violet in a field of dark emeralds and that only amplified how stunning he was and how perfect the man looked, even though he looked more like a GQ model instead of an assassin.

  “Can we kill the bitch together?” the sexy man asked.

  Clarice woke up.

  Whipping out two guns.

  Aiming one at both of them.

  ***

  Now I have met a lot of hot sexy men in my time but this man has to top the list completely, and in fact he has to be the most beautiful person I had ever seen, and that includes a hell of a lot of men and women.

  It was just a shame that I couldn’t look at him too much because of stupid Clarice aiming a gun at me and the sexy man. The man was so damn cute and I was flat out not letting pathetic Clarice harm him.

  And Clarice was even uglier than I ever thought possible.

  “What are you two doing here?” she asked.

  I just gestured the gun at her. “I’m here to shoot you and I presume he’s here to stab you?”

  The sexy man grinned. “I was actually going to paint the walls with her blood. I’m rather artistic like that. I’m Charlie,”

  I actually couldn’t believe this sexy man was seriously flirting with me over a woman that was aiming guns at our chests, but I could see what he was doing. She was clearly interested in who we were and she didn’t want to kill us yet.

  If she had we would have been dead the moment she woke up.

  “Richard,” I said, “and I have always admired the artistic killers in the industry but I jus t don’t have the flare for it. I prefer to kill and go. How do you manage it?”

  Sexy Charlie shrugged. “A person is beautiful in life so why not in death?”

  Judging by Clarice’s face, she was absolutely horrified about the entire conversation and that just proved that she needed to die even more because she was a philistine.

  Clarice got out of her hospital bed wearing thankfully a very thick pink dressing gown and she gestured me and Charlie to stand next to each other as she waved her guns around like an amateur.

  It wouldn’t be hard to take her because I seriously doubted she had actually ever fired a gun before but she was still dangerous.

  And she still had to die.

  ***

  Charlie absolutely couldn’t believe Clarice was wearing a very foul dressing gown that was pink of all things. Any idea, notion or thought that Clarice was remotely attractive was dead to Charlie now and all he wanted to do was kill her because she was a worthless criminal that just had to die no matter what.

  And Charlie really wanted a moment to actually look at the beautiful man he felt more and more drawn to with each passing second.

  “Who hired you?” Clarice asked.

  Charlie shrugged. “No one. You killed my boyfriend six months ago,”

  Charlie was shocked to see Richard punch the air like that was a good thing. That was so tactless of him.

  “Oh damn,” Richard said. “Sorry. I meant it was good you’re single. Sorry about your boyfriend. Let’s make her death slow and painful for that,”

  “Nice safe,” Charlie said, and he really couldn’t believe how much he was falling for Richard. There was just something about the hot sexy way that he acted.

  “Boys!” Clarice shouted.

  “Your victims hired me,” Richard said, but Charlie knew that was a lie.

  It was clear as day that Richard was a professional so it was impossible for some former slaves to afford him.

  Clarice came over to them and Charlie wanted nothing more than to snap her wrists as she pressed the cold metal barrels of her pistols against their chests. It was disgusting that she was threatening to hurt beautiful Richard.

  “Liar,” Clarice said, raising the gun to Richard’s head.

  Charlie weakly smiled because this was good and Richard really was extremely clever. If Richard could make her focus even more on him then Charlie was just hoping he could kill her before she knew what had hit her.

  Then Clarice focused the gun on him.

  “I know you won’t tell me but I know your employer will be watching both of you,” Clarice said. “And when they find your dead bodies that will serve a clear message to leave me alone,”

  The wooden door opened. A nurse popped in.

  Charlie charged forward.

  Richard did the same.

  They bumped into each other.

  Nurse screamed.

  Running out the door.

  Clarice shot back.

  Waving the gun round chaotically.

  Charlie took her left.

  Richard took her right.

  They charged at her.

  They tackled her.

  Charlie snapped her wrists.

  Richard snapped her legs.

  Charlie grabbed his dagger. He started carving into her stomach and chest and face.

  “We need to go,” Richard said.

  “But my boyfriend. She deserves to suffer,” Charlie said.

  “His memory will be useless if we’re caught,”

  “Go. Leave me,”

  “Ha. I am not leaving you beaut. It’s too rare to meet such a great assassin,” Richard said.

  Shouting and screaming and running filled the corridor outside and Charlie just wanted to paint the entire bloody room in Clarice’s blood, muscles and flesh but sexy Richard was sadly right.

  They had to go. Now.

  And as Richard exploded open the door shooting as he ran with Charlie close behind him. Charlie was just amazed at how amazing Richard really was.

  ***

  I was more than slightly impressed a few hours later as me and Charlie sat at a little wooden table under a green dark metal roof of an extension as we both wrapped our hands around each other. We were sitting at a little café on a quiet London street that was nothing more than a lot of empty sealed shops that hadn’t been opened for decades and the tarmac road was filled with potholes but the little café seemed to do more than well enough to keep the lights on.

  After me and Charlie had run and shot our way through the hospital, escaped and then changed clothes ten times before we came to London, I was amazed at how professional Charlie was because most of the time amateur assassins never think about changing clothes, vehicles and IDs about five to ten times before knowing the police would never ever find them.

  But Charlie did know that and he was actually surprised that I didn’t change clothes and locations another three times but that was a little overkill especially when the only victim was a person like Clarice.

  The day had thankfully warmed up, the air smelt amazing with hints of bitter coffee, cinnamon and strawberries because of the delightful pies the café specialised in, and there wasn’t a single sound in the street.

  It was perfect.

  Then I realised that this was the first time all day that I had actually gotten a real chance to see the stunning man I had killed someone with, saved and escaped with. Charlie was exactly my type perfectly but also so much more than a mere type.

  I will never deny that I love blond boys that are fit, slim and extremely attractive. I loved how Charlie’s face was so smooth and round and perfect in every way. And I was very fond of his stunningly smooth and fit body that I had thankfully gotten the privilege of seeing ten times today already.

  Yet my favourite thing about Charlie just had to be him, it really was so breathtakingly rare to meet an assassin that was so calm, collected and professional as Charlie. I had met a few assassins over the years and they were always stupid that I had been shot trying to save them.

  So I shot them instead so they wouldn’t have to suffer in prison and they wouldn’t reveal everything about me.

  But I just knew as I stared into beautiful Charlie’s eyes that I wouldn’t have that problem because Charlie was perfect, smart and very attractive.

  Of course, I didn’t know what was going to happen tomorrow, next week or next month but I knew that just for today, me and Charlie were going to finish our coffee, go out on a real date and surely end up back at my brand new apartment bought under a fake name for some sex and fun.

  And then we would see where our relationship would go tomorrow and the day after and the day after that.

  But I had a very strong feeling that things were going to be perfectly fine and I was going to savour every single precious moment of this until there were no more moments to savour.

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  Connor Whiteley is the author of over 60 books in the sci-fi fantasy, nonfiction psychology and books for writer’s genre and he is a Human Branding Speaker and Consultant.

  He is a passionate warhammer 40,000 reader, psychology student and author.

  Who narrates his own audiobooks and he hosts The Psychology World Podcast.

  All whilst studying Psychology at the University of Kent, England.

  Also, he was a former Explorer Scout where he gave a speech to the Maltese President in August 2018 and he attended Prince Charles’ 70th Birthday Party at Buckingham Palace in May 2018.

  Plus, he is a self-confessed coffee lover!

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