Page 4 of Love in the Dark

Azazel has always worked alone.

Killing at will.

Sometimesfor money, most times for sport.

Why not collet a steady paycheck to do it?

Azazel looked at the dead man laying there in nothing more than a puddle of piss and blood. A sinister smile touching the corner of his lips as a shiver ran the length of his spine. Killing was something he loved to do, thanks to his no good father, so why not get paid to do something you loved and that you were good at?

It was really a no brainer for Azazel and he didn’t hesitate when it came to giving his answer. “You are absolutely correct, I should get paid for the amazing work I do.”

Azazel’s words seemed to excite the man. “A most excellent decision. I guarantee you won’t be disappointed by choosing us.”

Azazel wasn’t keen on riddles, but he could care less what the man said, as long as he delivered the money, all would be well.

“When do I get paid?”

“We give you a name, you take care of it, and the money will be deposited into your account like that.” The man says, with a snap of his fingers. Azazel damn near chuckled at the sight, but kept his composure in check.

“When do I get started?” Azazel asked, ready to get out of here and down to business.

“We will have the details for you soon.”

“How will you find me?”

“We have our ways, just don’t go dark on us and you’ll have the information before you know it.” Azazel watched as the man turned around and left or disappeared. Who knows.

Azazel surveyed the area and thought, “This night has been very eventful, time for me to split.”

Azazel and Cherrie's paths first cross in a seedy motel. It’s a chance encounter, but the connection is immediate and intense. From the moment their eyes meet, they know their lives will never be the same again. Azazel, the tall, muscular hitman with piercing green eyes, has a reputation for being a cold-blooded killer. But the moment he lays eyes on Cherrie, something inside him softens.

Their eyes meet and hold, an unspoken challenge passing between them. It’s as if they recognize something wild and untamed within each other, a kindred spirit that embraces the darkness. Without a word, they know they share a similarhunger for the forbidden, their passions burning with an unhinged intensity.

As if drawn by an invisible force, they gravitate towards each other, their steps purposeful and full of intent. Cherrie's heart races as she approaches this enigmatic man, her body tingling with anticipation. Azazel feels a rush of excitement as this goddess approaches but he also senses a bit of familiarity. "Well, don't you just look like trouble?" Cherrie purrs, her voice low and sultry, a challenge in her tone.

Azazel smirks, his deep voice sending shivers down Cherrie's spine. "I could ask the same of you, Mrs…" Cherrie smiles as she starts to walk away. “It’s Ms… Ms. Unavailable.”

Azazel grabs her arm gently, running his fingers towards her hand and slips his call card into her palm.

“Well hello, Ms. Unavailable. I’m Mr. Reachable.”

“Well, Mr. Reachable, I hope you don’t plan on stealing my target out there.” Cherrie smirks.

“You’re a… absolutely not. I don’t think so. So back off.” Azazel demands.

Cherrie giggles as her red bottoms echo away and she says, “May the one with the biggest dick win.”

Cherrie calls the number three days later and they spend six hours on the phone. “Thanks for stepping out of my way the other night,” Cherrie says.

“You cheated.” Azazel laughs.

“Or you just need to retire, loser.” Cherrie retorts with a giggle.

“So, does this loser get your name now?”

"Nope. How about twenty-one questions?" Cherrie proposes, her tone playful, yet laced with a hint of challenge. "Let's peel back those layers and see what lies beneath."

"An enticing proposal," Azazel replies, his voice a rich rumble. "Where do you want to begin?"

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