Elliot POV "This is really delicious, and I guess I'll have to come in every day for this", I say after eating some of the food in front of me. Hazel laughs slightly and I smile watching her. Her laugh is melodic, pure and innocent. She looks beautiful when she smiles, casual and unconcerned. She looks like an angel.  "And then you will lose your perfect figure and end up a fatty like Joe here", She says and I look at her understanding perfectly well what she said, she was checking me out just like I have been checking her out. I feel my cock twitching at the thought of her watching me undress. I push away those thoughts as I adjust myself without letting on.  "Don't worry, I tend to exercise a lot more if I come to have breakfast here every day. Maybe you could help me out", I say before shoving some pancakes into my mouth to shut me up before I tell her I want to

Elliot POV I drive as fast as I can without getting attention over my driving. The last thing I need is to be stopped by the police right now. I was late to pick up Hazel, and when I got there, she was fucking gone. Obviously, this is all my fault. I should’ve driven and gone straight to pick her up, but no. I stop my car a few meters away from where I see the police and the ambulance. They have found the body already. Great. I can see Hazel talking to a tall Hispanic guy. I frown as I watch him cry. He is the husband. I know that. “I didn’t call her”, I hear Hazel say, her voice trembling, and so are her hands as she grabs her phone to show to the police. I recognise him. He is one of the ones that are on our payslip. He does some dirty work for us when we don’t have time to do it ourselves. He is our rat inside the NYPD. “Miss, can you show us your phone?”, he asks. I wrap my arms around her body from behind, and when his eyes meet mine, he understands she is off limits. She lo

Elliot POV Dropping Hazel home has become my new normal this week, after the best sex of my life in that swimming pool we haven’t done anything. She hasn’t invited me to her house, I pick her up from work, or from the hospital and drive her home and she never asks me if I want to come in. It’s like she is trying to avoid me without actually avoiding me.  Today is Hannah’s funeral. And I will be attending the damn thing with Hazel.  I look in the mirror as I adjust my black tie, when I hear a knock on the door, “Come in”, I let out and I see Everly walking into the room. She smiles as she closes the door behind her.  “Today is the day?”, she asks as she sits on the edge of the bed, and I nod my head. I absolutely hate this. After killing someone we usually send the clean-up team, we don’t go to their fucking fu

Elliot POVWhen we reach her flat building, she stops at the door and dangles her keys in front of her. Slowly she opens the building door and steps inside, opening the door wider. “Are you coming in?”, she asks. It’s the first time she has invited me up. She is smiling, and her eyes are shining. She offers me her hand, and I take it. I know I probably could’ve handled things a little differently back there. But hey, I am only human, and like any other man, I lose my shit when someone tries to touch a woman without her permission. That is a limit I will never cross. That is something I don’t tolerate. Their bodies are their choice, I might be going around fucking everything that moves, but I sure hell have their permission. Hazel goes up a few flights of stairs and stops in front of a dark brown door. It’s old and definitely not s

Trigger warning - This chapter may contain themes that might upset some readers. Use of violence against women and rape. Elliot POVI stretch my legs, and my feet feel cold. I open my eyes, one at a time trying to figure out where the fuck I am, and I feel something heavy on my chest. I look around, and I can see Hazel. Her eyes were still shut, her hair spread between my chest and the bed. I smile, looking down at her and slowly rub my fingers on her back, her body tenses up, and she opens her eyes. She smiles, looking at me, and I can’t help myself but pull her closer to me. She nests her nose against my neck, and I take a deep breath before pulling away from her and start gathering the clothes that are spread on the floor. I put my jeans on, and she sits up on the bed, hugging the sheets against her chest as she looks at me.“Where are you goin