Life felt perfect. Almost too perfect.
The little dates, the time together, just wonderful.
Neither of them could get enough.
But one day, Leo witnessed her flinch as he went to rub her head after she said something sparky.
He was so caught off guard and concerned, he froze, asking her about it.
Apparently, some dude in her past used to beat her, rape her, and force her into situations against her will....
At this point the guy is a really bad dude in Leo's mind.
"What's his name?" He asked.
"Michael," She replied while laying there in his bed, her perky breasts visible in the sun that filtered through, the blanket barely covering the lower part of her torso.
He stared at her for a moment.
Her eyes shifted over to him and she smiled with a nervous chuckle.
"What did I do?" She immediately seemed to think she was in trouble.
"Nothing babygirl. You're just too pretty."
Later that evening, he reached into his closet and pulled out a black plastic case and set it down on his dresser. He tapped the latched
clips and flipped them open, and opened the case. He looked over his shoulder toward the bed. Emily was asleep. Good. She didn't need to know what was about to happen.
Inside the case was a pistol. With it was a threaded barrel separate from the weapon, a suppressor and three magazines full of hollow point 9 millimeter ammunition.
He nodded and closed the case, clipping it gently so he wouldn't wake his precious little light sleeper.
He grabbed the case by the handle and turned.
He leaned over her kissed her forehead before grabbing his keys and heading down the stairs to the garage.
He hopped into the car and opened the garage from the controller on his sunvisor.
It was dark outside, the sounds of the city buzzed in the distance. He pulled off, hitting the button to close the garage and headed down the road toward the interstate going to Franklin.
Emily woke from the sound of the garage door closing and the sound of the tires rolling up the driveway to the road.
She looked at her phone, and saw an old message from her most recent ex, Nolan.
They had broken it off mutually.
So they agreed to remain friends.
'How are you?' He had asked.
'I'm good, how about you?'
'I'm alright. I just got promoted to gm at this new shop.'
'Thats awesome.'
She kept it neutral, not trying to disrespect Leo.
'You wanna try for dinner sometime?'
She sighed.
'I would if I was still single. But I have a boyfriend now and I don't think he would like that very much.'
'Oh my bad, I didn't know.'
'It's okay.'....
Leo had made it to his destination.
A little spot called West Haven.
A town in itself.
And he was parked across the street from the house that Michael lived in.
He slowly opened the case on his passenger seat and retrieved the gun.
He backed it back and removed the pin that held the slide to the overall weapon and disassembled it. He replaced the original barrel with the theaded one. Once it was fully put back together, he twisted on the silencer and loaded it.
He set it in his lap and shut off all lighting in the car.
Waiting....
Watching....
A green kawasaki ninja pulled up to the front of the house about ten minutes later.
Michael was known for his bike.
Leo raised the gun, completely undetected and waited till he was off the bike.
No reason to hit him when he was still rolling or anywhere near it. The less noise, the better.
Luckily the charger wasn't loud. It was super quiet. Perfect for a small hit mission like this.
Michael removed his helmet and self confirmed his face, oblivious to Leo's presence.
He took the shot.
And right then, Michael was on the ground, perfect punch hole to the temple. Blood poured into the storm drain that was so convenient to the location.
Leo stepped out of his car and walked over just to be sure.
His hands were gloved so he patted the poor fella down and found his wallet.
He removed the license and set the wallet back in his pocket.
What was done was done and it was done perfectly.
Leo walked back across the street and placed the ID in a small zip lock and dropped it in his console.
He closed his door quietly and rolled the car down some before turning a corner and flipping on his lights. His adrenaline course through his veins but he maintained a calm cold composure.
He left West Haven far behind heading back to the house.