Page 76 of Agony

Fisher’s tormented eyes lifted to his. “You don’t want to know.”

After the whispered response, several long moments of silence swept between them. A myriad of emotions moved over Fisher’s face.

Each one gutted him.

“Please forgive me, Fisher. Talk to me, tell me so I understand everything.”

“No. I can’t.” The man’s voice broke and along with it, Justice’s heart.

The raw, whispered word punched a hole into his chest and he stumbled back when Fisher pushed past him and reached the door.

Justice let him go.

There wasn’t any way he could keep Fisher with him if he didn’t want to be.

And the last thing he wanted was to cause Fisher any further pain. He’d already inflicted enough.

When the door didn’t open immediately, Justice slowly turned around.

He found Fisher watching him. For several long moments, their gazes locked and held.

Justice drank in every single thing about the beautiful assassin and locked it tightly away in his memories. He didn’t know if he’d ever get this chance again.

Opening his mouth, he planned on apologizing again, but how did one say sorry about something that had been fucked up beyond all recognition?

“Take care of yourself,” he murmured instead. The words raspy in his tight throat.

Fisher squinted at him as if unsure and Justice didn’t blame the guy for being hesitant.

With a quick nod, Fisher opened the door, slipped through the crack, and was gone.

The room felt void of life even with the panting and groaning coming from the TV.

Cracking his neck to relieve the building tension, he flipped off the low overhead light and stepped out into the hallway.

Memphis was still there, minus the teenager he’d been holding.

His last glimpse of Fisher was of the assassin, along with Boston, walking out the back exit door.

Justice had never been one for relationships. He and Fisher had never fully gotten off the ground past the sex, so what they’d had couldn’t technically be called a relationship. Could it? Was it more of a long hookup? Or maybe friends with benefits? Not even good friends yet because everything felt so new.

Whatever fragile thing they’d had, he had even fucked that up.

That right there only went to show him that he wasn’t cut out for anything remotely resembling a relationship.

People were better off steering clear of him.

One day later…

The motel sat well off of Highway 5 in the back of a cracked and cratered parking lot.

This job should be easy. Mr. Leonard Gibson was a sexual predator who preyed on young girls anywhere between the ages of one to eight and tonight, he was going to die.

Everything looked quiet when Justice drove by the motel and he parked his nondescript four-door sedan a few blocks away.

He missed his dog, but Axel was chilling at home because he wasn’t sure what he was walking into.

Locking the car door, he walked through the dark, sticking close to buildings as he made his way to the motel. At just after midnight, the place was as empty as it possibly could be.

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