All Chapters of Husband For Hire: Chapter 1 - Chapter 8

BensonAs I sit here at the window, behind the long shaft of my rifle, waiting for the unlucky man to exit his apartment building, I’m flashing back to how life was before I got here. How many years I spent before now behind a similar shaft, taking those shots as no one else could. Country after country, city after city, shot after shot. I have so many notches on my belt, is it something to be proud of? As an ex-military sniper, yes, why yes it is.I glance up from the scope, taking notice of everything going on around, why is this fool not exiting the building? I was given exact location, precise time, direct instructions all with advance pay to get the job done. I’m a highly recommended hitman for hire in the metropolitan area. I hear a little commotion and look down through the scope, I do not see him. I move my head over to take better notice. A group of ladies walking down the sidewalk. “Hurry up women, pass.” I think to myself out loud.I place my eye back on the s

BensonAs I stand off to the side of the juice bar, so that Andie doesn’t see that I’m still around, I notice a few of the police officers are arresting a man. Could they think he’s the suspect? This should be interesting.I begin to walk down the street, heading toward the subway to head back home. The juice shop door opened and I heard a woman’s voice.“Benson?” The woman’s voice exclaimed.I turn around, confused. “Benson. You left this!” The woman headed toward me with my glove.It worked. Well kind of. I wanted a reason to come back tomorrow, but now worked too. “Thank you, Andie. I definitely wouldn’t have expected it to be there when I went looking for it later. I’m definitely going to need that.”She handed over the glove and started to back away. I stood there smiling at her, wishing she wasn’t clear out here every day. Returning to the scene of the crime every day to just see this woman, seems a little crazy, doesn’t it?“Well, bye.” She began to walk away.“A

BensonI begin to place my rifle back into my bag and clean up from my recent unaliving to head back home. Thankfully I’m only a street down, on the rooftop of one of the apartments down from mine. It’s done. The job I had to do tonight, I found my out as Andie slept soundly in my bed. I pray she doesn’t wake up until I get back.I head down the street, through all of the chaos. The local bar began emptying out as the lifeless body lay on the road. As I approach my apartment building, I begin to hear sirens. I open up my apartment door and quietly place my rifle in the closet. Taking off my shoes and quietly heading back to the bedroom.Andie is still sleeping. I take off my clothes and climb back into bed with her. Her naked body was still where I left it. Satisfied and sleeping. As I lay there staring at the ceiling, thinking of how satisfied I am for completing yet another unaliving. As long as Andie doesn’t find out, I feel things are going well.As I awake in the mor

AndieEmily wanted to be alone tonight so I’m sitting here on my couch watching the late news. I didn’t see Benson tonight and I’m okay with that after what went down with Emily today. As I sat here sipping my wine, a piece came on the news that is very intriguing.“Tonight’s murder was caught on camera by a local restaurant and we are asking the community for tips.” I sat there watching the video, confused. This looks so much like Benson. Benson has such a generic-hot-guy look though so, is it? It could be any hot dark haired man. There’s no defining feature of this man that one hundred percent leads me to think that it’s for sure Benson.I got a text from Benson as the news went off the air. “How are you doing my lady? Want to come over?”Do I? Should I? “Come here instead?” I replied.“I’ll be there in a few.” Benson replied. “That was amazing!” Benson said as we laid breathless in bed. “You’re amazing!” Benson leaned up and looked down into my eyes. “This might