Page 16 of Bullet for My Good Girl

I stay to the side and peer through the small kitchen window to see Stella and the small child dancing and playing with each other. She tosses him slightly in the air before she gently places him into a high chair. When she turns her back to him to look in the fridge, I move closer to the window. The movement causes the small child to turn in my direction. I hold my breath waiting for the toddler to start screaming instead he smiles brightly and reaches out his hands for me.

My heart stops beating completely when I get a good look at him. Those eyes. I know those eyes, I see them every day of my life when I look in the mirror. Those are my eyes.

I came here to take care of the one contract that got away from me. The one mark that I should have gotten rid of months ago. I came here to get rid of her. I've never had an issue killing people but then again I've never had to kill the mother of my child.

Eleven

Vitto

It's the witching hour.

Three in the morning.

I've been in the house since Stella has put the baby down and fallen asleep herself. The child is in a different room of the house. He sleeps soundly. I feel like I've been watching him for only moments but hours have passed as I try to come to grips with the fact that I might truly be a father.

I wonder what his temperament is like. What foods will he like? Will he be like me or like his mother?

A million and one questions pour through my mind and I don't have an answer for any of them. Hell, honestly I don't even know for sure that the child is my son. It could be a bit of wishful thinking.

I never wanted children, much to my father's chagrin. I never wanted the responsibility but now that I might have it I don't think I want to part with it.

One things for sure, I need to know for certain that this child is mine and the only person that I can get that information from is Stella herself.

Slowly, without waking the slumbering babe, I walk into Stella's room. The windows are still closed shut and there's only a small ceiling fan spinning above her. The heat is oppressive. I can tell that it's affecting her. She's wearing a thin night dress. It stops just below her hips.

"Look at you, my girl has gotten healthy," I mutter softly as I move closer to her. The last time I saw Stella face to face she was nothing more than a husk of a woman. The drugs and lack of nutrition stripped her of a great deal of beauty. Her skin was dehydrated and dirty while her eyes were sunken and dim.

Now even in the dark, I can see the shine to her hair, the plumpness of her cheeks, and the roundness of her hips. I don't know how it's possible but somehow I'm even more attracted to her now than I was before. I pull the small pistol I have hidden in the small of my back and attach the silencer I have in my pocket. If I have to kill her and I'd rather the little boy not hear the shot.

Stella is sleeping above the sheets and a thin sheen of sweat dots her forehead.

Lightly, I trail the silenced pistol over the side of her cheek making sure not to put much pressure. She's gorgeous.

Moving some of the hair from the side of her face I continue to trail the pistol down the side of her face and down her neck. all the while moving slowly.

I get down to her chest and let the barrel trace the outline of her full breast. They've grown, probably due to childbirth. Instead of waking she simply moans and arches her back slightly to feel more of what I'm doing for her. Even in her sleep she reacts to me.

Such a good girl.

I let the gun trail down her body over the silkiness of the fabric. My breath catches in my throat as the barrel of the silencer traces along the very bottom hem of her small nightgown. It barely covers her sweet pussy. Now that she's clean I think I may want a taste of it.

Her soft whimper brings my eyes up to her face. Her eyelids flutter and another soft moan slides from her mouth as I slide the gun up and down along the cleft hidden beneath her panties. I can already see the wet spot. So responsive.

"Oh... oh my god!" She squeals but doesn't move.

"Hush, Stella. You knew I'd come back for you." I keep my voice as calm as I can. I don't want to scare her.

"Get away from me. I don't have anything for you."

"No? I don't know about that, there's a child in the other room that makes me think otherwise." I tilt my head to the side as I continue to trace the gun over her body this time I move from her cunt back up to her chest.

I can see the anger in her eyes.

"What did you ... don't you touch my son!" Now she lurches up in the bed in a more threatening position. Quickly I pick the gun up and press it under her chin.

"Or what? What's going to happen if I do something to him? Hmm? Better yet what will you do to make sure I don't do anything to him?"

Her eyes widen and she looks down at the gun in my hand. "What do you want me to do?" She whispers and the words etch themselves onto my bones.

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