Love With The Emotionless Killer

ZERO.

"Please, don't kill me, please!" Greg pleaded, lying down there in the pull of his own blood.

I popped my gun and pointed it to his head. Mentally, I calculated the distance between the cold metal in my hand and his brain.

Should I shoot his medulla oblongata or his cerebellum?

"Please! Please! Why do you want to kill me, you motherfucker!? I am your boss!"

His forehead, I concluded.

"Not anymore." I pulled the trigger and watched his brain splutter everywhere, most part of it took up a residence on the wall.

I turned and started out, walking straight to the door.

"So, what now?" Morris asked following up behind me.

"Now, you clean up. I won't be coming in today. Tell the boss I'll be in tomorrow morning. He can call if there's an emergency."

"You going to the house?"

"No."

"You going to fuck some pussy?" I heard the amusement in his voice.

"Fuck you, Morris."

His laughter trailed behind me as I got to my car and entered it. I faced the cheeky bastard, "Clean up here, keep your eyes open. Call me if there's anything."

"You're holding out on me, Zero. Have a heart, man and invite this cock."

I drove off, having one destination on mind.

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I packed in my usual spot beneath a broken streetlight. I car passed, blocking my view and I waited it out, until finally, the stupid car sped up.

Her flower shop came into view. LANI'S BEST WISHES is the name of her flower shop.

The glow from the windows reflected on the wet, black pavement. The flowers in the window promised romance to anyone who ventured inside to buy them.

Then, she came into view.

Leilani Daniel...Lani, for short.

She stood behind her counter, her dark hair curling around her shoulders as she fussed with a ribbon on a vase of pink and yellow roses.

She cocked her head to the side and stepped back to study her handiwork. Not satisfied, she pulled the bow free and cut along the lengths of satiny ribbon.

Then she ran her scissors down the strips. They snapped back, the tendrils curling against each other until they looked like a wild white bloom.

Her fingers worked with delicate precision, each movement focused on creating beauty from nothing.

When she surveyed her work again, her lips stretched into that beautiful smile that always leave me fucking entranced.

I've seen smiles before, all fucking kinds. But I've never seen one as beautiful as hers.

There is this blatant innocent that clings to her so strong, it might as well be written in bold letters and engraved on her forehead.

The first time I saw her down the streets, I was driving away after doing a job to see her buying things from a store. I was fascinated.

I've never been fascinated in a long damn time.

Every damn man in this fucking town has an interest in her. Even damn man must stare whenever she passes, and why won't they?

She is easily the most beautiful woman I've ever seen and I've seen a lot of bitches.

Beauty, and that fucking innocence she radiates at the slightest gesture, makes her so....... I drew a blank, not finding the damn adjective I was searching for.

Never been good with words. Just give me a gun or any torture device and I'll show you how I invented the word "Pro".

I'm not a good man or anything of that sort. No, I'm the worst kind of bad, and I fucking want that woman in the flower shop.

Staring at the beauty, I want to fucking own her. I want to dirty her up.

I want to lay her flat on her back and fuck her raw and hard until she is raw from it. I want to pump her full with my cum and watch it drip down her leg as she stands on shaky heads, that angelic face of hers glazed with desire or pain. Anyone.

I fucking love pleasure. But I feed off pain. Shove the both together and it's called heaven.

That light that clings to her almost like that innocence wrapped around her is beckoning to me.

It's as if her light is fucking drawing my darkness.

I catalogued every move she made, from the way she pulled her hair over one shoulder to the slight jut of her hips when she favored her left foot.

My need to possess her thrummed along with the steady beat of my heart, but I counseled patience.

I have been watching her for the past two months but time couldn't stop my growing obsession.

I wanted to devour her. I want to eat her whole, and snuff out her innocence and light until she has become one with me. One with the darkness inside me.

And I will do that.

I will get her, but not now.

Soon.

I started my car and drove away.

LEILANI

The next day.

When my back prickled as I arranged my flowers, I knew he was here again.

He is watching me. Watching my every movement. I don't know him, but I've come to recognize his presence.

His presence is almost so familiar to me like my Rosary. I turned my back from the window and made the sign of the cross.

Is it stupid that I feel safe whenever I feel his presence?

Maybe I'll ask sister Benedetta, although I don't really want to.

After spending twenty three years of my life in the convent, which is my home where the sisters raised me, I'm really happy that they finally accepted to my wishes to come out of the convent, from under their wings and try to make my own way.

Sister Benedetta is like a mother to me and she was the hardest one to persuade, but later she agreed.

Asking her something of this nature-what it means for a man to look at me the way he does-would only get her worried.

"Lani, honey!"

I turned towards the entrance of the store and saw my neighbour, Jonathan. I gave him a smile and waved at him.

"Jonathan. What are you doing here? Is anything wrong at home?" I asked curiously.

His arm around me didn't move, he gave me a little smile. "Everything is great, Lani. How is it going today?"

I brightened at the question as I past by another flower, I ran my finger on the daisies and smiled.

"Everything's great." While growing up, I discovered my love for flower and told sister Benedetta. She had encouraged me to study as a florist.

Staring at my store now and all the flowers in it, I feel happy and fulfilled. I love it here.

Jonathan finally took his hands away from me but he stayed close. "So, I was just passing and decided to come and see my star."

I grinned up at him. He calls me his star and I don't know why. He also looks at me unnervingly sometimes. It's a look I've seen in a lot of men, but I don't understand what it means.

Even the man in the car has that look. Only that his, is much more intent and.....dark.

A shiver ran down my spine and I shook it off. I've never seen the face of the man in the car clearly because of the distance where he packs his car and my flower store.

I pushed him to the back of my mind and focused on my neighbour. I smiled, "I'm doing well."

He raised his hand and caressed the rose petals I pinned to my hair. I almost shrank from his touch but I stilled myself.

Even after six months outside the convent, I never get used to a man touching my body, but I'm trying to learn.

ZERO

I wanted to kill the bastard touching her, sniffling her. I curled my hands into fist as I watched wrap his arms around her.

Bastard wants to die. Should I make it slow and painful? Or quick and easy?

He leaned even closer and ran his sneaky hand through her hair.

Slow and very painful, I chose.

Lani pulled slightly away from him, the confusion in her innocent eyes were palatable.

Didn't she realize the hunger in the bastard's eyes? The desire? Can't she read his body language and find out that the sneaky asshole wants to stick his cock into her and fill her with his come?

Another thorough glance at her, the knowledge that she really doesn't know was like a sucker-punch to my jaw.

My cock hardened so painfully. So fucking innocent. So pure.

And that bastard is soiling her by putting his dirty hands on her? He. Will. Die. First.

No one dirties her up but me. If she's going to suck cock it would be mine. If some motherfucker will snuff out that light radiating from her, it will be me.

I opened the door of the damn car and got out.

It's fucking time I mark my territory.

LEILANI

"I-I have to check the new flowers I brought in yesterday. It's time I put them in a vast." I said uncomfortably when Jonathan won't stop touching me.

He smiled and nodded, taking his hand away from my hair and finally stepping away from me.

"Okay, my star. I'll see you in the evening." He turned to leave and stopped to smile at me again in that slightly creepy smile.

"Don't I get a hug before going?" He drawled.

I bit my lips, indecision spreading over me.

"No, you don't." A deep voice spoke behind him, drawing my eyes away from Jonathan.

My breath halted when I stared at the blackest eyes I've ever seen.....the scariest man I've ever laid eyes on.

Somehow I knew. It's him!

ZERO

I've always seen her from afar, never so close. I've always thought her beautiful, but coming so close to her, even with the fear in her eyes, she looks gorgeous.

Damn, her face and body should be fucking outlawed.

No woman should ever have a face like that, the curves she has. She was dressed like a fucking old maid, but fuck if that did shit to hide her curves.

Fucking hourglass perfect shape.

I forced my eyes away from her body and stared at the bastard who had stepped away from her and stared at me like I was the stranger.

Asshole doesn't know shit.

"Get away from her." I groaned, trying to act fucking civil for the first time in a damn long time.

What I want to do is drag him close and punch his damn nose, break his fucking jaw and leave his freaking face reconstructed.

"Hey, who do you think you are to try and tell me what to do!?"

"Step the fuck away, man, or your family will be paying morgue fees very soon."

Bastard turned to the shocked woman, "Do you know this psycho, honey?"

She was on the verge of shaking her head but one look at my face must have made her rethink the gesture.

She didn't say or do anything.

As for me....?

"Call her honey again, and fucking loose a leg."

"How dare you!? Who the hell do you think you are!?" Bastard is pissed.

I was almost in rage. My fucking fingers tickled. They wanted to pull a trigger, hopefully on the bastard's brain.

I started reaching for my gun. Gotta feel so fucking good to take a leg from that bastard. I'm gonna shoot in the big toe, so he'll have a fucking limp for the rest of this short damn life.

Lani chose that moment to jerk herself to movement at that moment. She turned to dickhead, "Please leave, Jonathan, we will speak later."

Dickhead was surprised that Lani chose me over him, and for a moment he was ready to protest and hesitate.

But, Lani gently held his shoulder and urged him towards the door. I raised my eyes and dared the bastard to say more but Lani was able to coax him through the door and close it.

Fina-fucking-lly. We are alone.

Just the way I goddamn wanted it.

My eyes roamed over the girl and my cock jerked angrily. Fuck, I've not be so goddamn turned on by a woman this fast just by running by damn eyes from her body.

She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another under my scrutiny.

"Do you want to by flowers?" She asked softly, her voice a fucking dream now that it's directed to me.

I want to shove her to a wall, push her to her knees, stuff my thick cock through her lips and watch her choke and gag as she takes it deep.

Goddamn cock was now painfully hard and poking onmy damn zipper. Shit.

I adjusted myself, watching her carefully. Her eyes never strayed past my face. She has ni fucking clue.

"D-Do you want flowers?" She repeated.

"What are they for?"

Her eyes widened like saucers like she couldn't believe I just asked such question. I was fucking serious, though.

I ain't got no fucking garden to decorate like a ninny, so why in Judas's fuck would I want a flower?

"You really don't know what they are for?" She asked incredulously.

"I ain't got no garden." I stated.

"Oh. B-But you can give it to a woman you care about. I-It can be u-used as a gift. Y-You can also use it to express feelings like l-love."

I cocked my head to the side and wondered. Would it be weird if I buy the flowers, give it to her and express my lust?

"No, I don't want flowers today." I decided.

I gritted my teeth when I thought of how many men that comes in here pretending to buy goddamn flowers just to see her face and lust after her body.

They. Will. All. Die. If. I. Get. Them.

"You don't want f-flowers? W-What do you want?" She shifted uncomfortably.

I can make a goddamn list that starts with shoving my tongue into her sweet mouth and end with her on her back and my cock deep inside her sweet lush body.

Instead, I took a step closer to her.