Page 38 of The Hitman's Secret Love Child

Chapter 15

Constantine

Wow. I puffed out a loud huff of air as I watched Robyn leap from the bed and frantically grab her clothes and pull them on. Her red hair was a beautiful mess and her cheeks glowed, giving off an oh-baby-so-sexy, just-fucked look. My dick twitched and started to grow again. If it weren’t for Austin calling for her, I’d grab her, bend her over the bed and take her again and again until my dick was too sore to fuck her any longer.

The pitfall of having a kid, I supposed.

Boy, wasn’t I just falling into the role of daddy dearest. Like being domesticated with rug rats running around would ever be my life. Though looking down at my semi-erect dick gleaming from her juices and cum, I realized I may have just made mistake number two with her. I was always so damned careful. What was it about Robyn that made me so damned sloppy? I wasn’t a fucking teenager anymore.

“Dammit,” she grumbled as Austin called out again and she fumbled with the front clasp of her bra. “I’ll be right there, honey,” she called out through the closed door. Once her clothing was on, she heaved a sigh and raked a hand through her hair. She looked at me and it appeared that she was going to say something, then her eyes dropped to my cock, she blushed and then spun and ran for the bedroom door without another word to me, disappearing through it and shutting it after her.

I chuckled at how flustered she was, but in truth I was as rattled as she was, I was just better at hiding it. Making love to her had been a mistake.

Suddenly I sat up in the bed, mulling over my choice in words. Making love? Is that what we’d done? Could I possibly still in love with the woman who broke my young, fragile heart? But had I been that fragile? I’d killed a man and had killed countless others since then – was I even capable of love or was I just delusional?

Sliding off the bed, I grabbed my underwear and pulled them on, followed by my jeans. Grabbing my shirt from the floor, I wandered into my walk-in closet and tossed it into the laundry hamper. Pulling open my t-shirt drawer I grabbed the first shirt and was about to close it, but stopped and stared at the inside of the drawer. Something wasn’t right…

But what?

I was about to dismiss the feeling when it came to me. My shirts were placed in the drawer slightly messily. There were six stacks and all fit nice and neatly, but these shirts looked like they’d been placed in the drawer quickly and without care. Someone had been in here.

I gave my head a shake; it was crazy. Would Robyn really go through my drawers? I didn’t want to think so, I wanted to believe that she’d trust me unconditionally, but that was wishful thinking and not the reality. Picking up the shirts, I pried up the false bottom and looked inside. Everything looked to be where I’d set it, but it had been so long since I’d been in this drawer so hard to say.

My gaze landed on the ring box. The ring. That one small item in that little velvet box had had the power to change my life. For better or worse I would have been a seriously different man had that ring found its way to the intended person. Picking up the case, I opened it.

It was empty. Can’t say I was overly surprised. I’d discovered that Robyn had been snooping and she’d been acting a little funny when I came home. But why in the fuck did she take the ring?

What was she up to? One thing I’d learned in life was that you could only trust one person, yourself. That’s why I worked alone.

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Robyn

“What would you like, honey?”

“Dunno, a snack.” He shrugged.

Looking down at my watch I discovered it was past suppertime. God, where had the day gone? “Perhaps dinner would be more in order.” Hustling him down the staircase and toward the kitchen, the fact that the ring was still somewhere in Constantine’s room was not lost on me. I’d glanced around when I was gathering my clothing and getting dressed, but couldn’t see it; no doubt it was under a dresser or bed. I just prayed I could find it and put it in its proper place before Constantine noticed it gone.

Though really, what were the chances he’d check that drawer anyhow? Unless I didn’t put things back properly. Oh God. My stomach churned at the thought of him discovering I’d not only snooped, but lost the ring.

“You okay, Mommy?”

“Huh.” I looked down to see him staring up at me. “Umm.”

“You look sick.”

“Oh. I’m fine. Hungry.” Entering the kitchen, I motioned for him to take a seat at the table and then went to the massive double fridge. What was the point in a single man having such a humongous fridge? It seemed excessive.

Looking inside the fridge, I evaluated the contents.

“Are you making supper?”

I yelped at the sound of Constantine’s voice at the entryway.

“I was thinking about it.”

“There’s ribs in the freezer compartment. Or we could do pasta. You used to make delicious spaghetti and meatballs.”

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