Alexis

 

There hadn’t been time for either of us to sleep. We had too many preparations to make. Lorenzo had planned out his attack and given me instructions for the duties I would need to perform while he was gone. With a palpitating heart and heavy feet, I had done as he had asked.

 

As soon as he left, I took the key he left for me and hailed a cab. It was a long drive to the storage units in the next town, but at least I knew I was helping him in some way. I was glad for a job; I couldn’t have stayed in that safe house by myself with nothing to do but pace.

 

“You sure this is the place?” the cabbie asked me. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t quite place him. “What’s a girl like you doing at some shabby storage facility at five in the morning, anyway?”

 

It wasn’t a pretty place. The asphalt had large cracks where weeds had already grown waist-high. The faded orange paint on the overhead doors wasn’t attractive, and the one flickering streetlamp that lit the area didn’t make it any more inviting. “This is it. I’m sure.” I wasn’t about to tell him what business I had here. He was safer if he didn’t know. The man could have been a real sleaze, but at that moment I felt as though Lorenzo and I were saving the city by leaving it.

 

“You need me to wait?” he asked. “I don’t have any other calls out right now, and no offense, but I’m not sure about leaving a lady here by herself.” He watched the storage building through the windshield as though he expected a monster to pop out from behind it.

 

“No, thanks. I won’t be needing you.” Gripping the key firmly in my hand, I stepped out of the cab. I waited until I heard it screech off into the night before I quickly walked toward unit thirty-five. My back tingled the same way it had when I’d left Lorenzo’s apartment by myself, but I couldn’t worry about whether I was being watched. I had a job to do, and I had to get it done, no matter how scared I was.

 

The padlock looked rusty, but the key slid in and opened it easily enough. I raised the door, batting aside a few bugs that fell from the bottom of it as I held it up over my head. In the dim light, I could just make out the grill and headlights.

 

* * *

 

“It’s not nearly as flashy as your Lexus,” I remarked with a smile as the wind blew my hair across my face. I smiled at Lorenzo in the driver’s seat. In a white t-shirt, jeans, and boots, he looked like any other guy. He also looked relaxed, something I hadn’t seen in him before.

 

“Are you disappointed?” he asked, one dark eyebrow arching over the rim of his sunglasses. “I guess we could always trade it in when we get over the state line.”

 

I snuggled down deeper into the comfy leather seats of the Audi A3. It was bright and shiny and had waited for him in storage until the time was right. I hadn’t seen Lorenzo as the kind of guy to drive a convertible, but that was because I had only seen him as a hitman. I didn’t know him as a man on the open road, driving to his new future as a regular guy. He could be a gunsmith, a teacher, the owner of a gym, or maybe even a husband. “I wouldn’t trade it for the world.”

 

He put his hand on my thigh. “I can’t thank you enough, Alexis.”

 

“Thank me?” I sat up a little straighter. “For what? Turning your life upside down?”

 

“Yes. That’s exactly it. I wanted out. I wanted something different, but I never had the true motivation to get it done. If it hadn’t been for you, I still would have been back there with Matteo, murdering for money.” He made a face, as if the words tasted bad in his mouth. “I would much rather be here with you.”

 

“And just what do you plan on doing with your newfound freedom?”

 

He lifted one shoulder and let it fall as he navigated the curves of the country highway. We didn’t need any freeways. We would get to our destination—wherever it was—when it felt right. “I haven’t had enough time to think about it yet. Maybe you can get that job as an insurance secretary.” His grin flashed white in the sun. “Or whatever you’d like to do. I’ll find something nice and boring to do, so I can come home and complain about a long day at the office.”

 

“Sounds great to me.” I hadn’t known Lorenzo all that long, but it felt as though we had been through a lifetime of experiences together. There was nobody I would rather be running away with, even if we didn’t know exactly what it was we were running toward. But I cherished the idea of a normal life. I was glad to exchange all our danger and excitement for a little boredom.

 

“I do, however, already know what my hobby is going to be,” Lorenzo said, breaking up my thoughts of a little house with a white fence and weekends spent doing home improvements or walking on the beach. “And I have to warn you that it’s going to take up a lot of my time. It’s the kind of hobby that I won’t be able to lay aside easily, and I plan on working on it every night.”

 

This surprised me. I never realized a hitman could have a hobby. “Oh? What are you going to do?”

 

He grinned again as he pulled over on the side of the curvy mountain road. A wider swath of gravel had been laid here so cars could park and look out over the surrounding hillsides. The sky was a pure blue over the great swaths of trees, broken up only by a few random vineyards. “You.”

 

He was out of his seatbelt and pulling me into the backseat before I even had a moment to protest that it was still full daylight. Lorenzo needed me, and I needed him just as badly. He pulled off my shirt, pressing his lips together as he studied my breasts. I was naked against the leather upholstery before I knew it, my clothes flung casually into the front seat. The sun was warm on my skin as I reached for his belt buckle, eager to get him into the same state of undress.

 

Lorenzo always came prepared, and he reached into the console briefly to finish getting ready for me. “Alexis, have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” he breathed.

 

“I think so, but you’re welcome to tell me as often as you want.” There was little room in the backseat, but I managed to spread my legs wide enough to allow him in.

 

We held onto each tightly as we thrust together, clinging to each other as though our lives depended on it. We had made it through the worse storm of our lives, and we were together. I rolled my hips in time to his, welcoming him inside me over and over again. It didn’t matter that someone could drive by at any time and see what we were doing. It didn’t matter that we’d left a bloody path behind us to earn our freedom. We had each other now, and we were going to enjoy it.

 

Lorenzo bent his head and captured my nipple in his lips, never losing the rhythm of his hips. “What do you think? Is this a hobby you can stand me having?”

 

I brought my hands up so I could run my fingers through his hair and press him closer to me. “I suppose so, but only if you promise to spend a lot of time on it.”

 

He pushed himself a little harder into me, making me squeak. “I’m pretty sure I can handle that.”

 

The back of the car should have been the least comfortable place to make love, but I didn’t notice the contours of the seat pressing against my back or the lack of leg room. I only knew that I had Lorenzo, the one person I needed in my life. I quivered inside at the thought of staying with him, of the two of us being together forever. His member responded, thickening and growing even harder. I gasped as I pulsed around him, and I knew from his low moans that he was coming too. We were in perfect sync.

 

I smiled to myself as I slipped my clothes back on and climbed into the front seat. Lorenzo put the car in gear and headed back down the road. Our dreams, whatever they were, were finally becoming a reality. I reached my hand over to touch his hair, stroking along his neck and jawline.

 

“If you keep doing that, I’m going to have to pull over again,” he warned with a smile.

 

“Promise?”

 

THE END

 

 

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