Page 1 of Stolen Moments with a Bad Boy

A Month Earlier

I worked diligently to fulfill my supply inventory on my computer as Dawn stepped into my office.

“Hey, boss. You got a new contract. This one needs your attention ASAP,” she stated, walking over to me. Dawn handed me her tablet.

My eyes wandered over an older black man that I’d seen somewhere before, but I couldn’t put my finger on where.

I swiped to the next slide, and her picture popped up like BLAM!

The moment my eyes connected with the brown-skinned beauty, I knew who the older man was.

He was her father. Who would want them dead, though?

I killed monsters, not hazel-eyed beauties who looked like they wouldn’t hurt a fly.

I swiped to the next slide and looked over the information. A two-million-dollar contract for each of them was requested. When my eyes read over the name of who took out the contract, I released a deep breath. I shook my head. It really was those close to you. I handed the tablet back to Dawn.

“Don’t accept it yet. Let me do my research first.”

“No problem,” she replied. Dawn exited my office.

I leaned back in my seat. What had Erie done to piss him off so bad?

What had her father done? I had a feeling they didn’t do anything.

That nigga was just greedy. I strolled out of my office and walked to the front of my store where Dawn resided.

I crossed my arms and peered out of the front door and across the street.

Erie’s diner had closed, but she and one of her employees danced around the store while they cleaned. They giggled and chatted just like girls did. I would’ve given up anything to know what the reason behind her smile was. I’d soon find out.

It was 1:00 a.m. Instead of resting, I had work to do. I sat in the comfy chair and watched Erie sleep. My gun laid across my lap. I just watched her. She looked like a real-life Sleeping Beauty. I’d never seen a specimen so beautiful.

Erie was just a doll. Her thick body was outlined by her blanket, and I craved to lie next to her.

She looked so warm and at peace. The way she slept and lightly snored, her conscience was clean .

. . Her hands were clean. Erie was pure, too pure for a sinner and bad guy like me. Killing was my hobby.

It was a sport I learned and was damn good at it.

I was so skilled at my job that I could sniff out a monster in a heartbeat.

Erie was no monster. I stood from my seat and tucked my gun away.

Casually, I swaggered over to her bed, getting a closer look at her beauty.

I couldn’t resist touching her. My fingers trailed lightly over her wavy curls then brushed over her round cheek.

I could never kill an angel. Erie stirred in her sleep. I froze. She snuggled further in her pillow and blanket, then fell back to sleep. Was there a chance I could experience something so rare and pure? Would my demons allow me to? There was only one way to find out.