Himbo Hitman

by Saxon James

I can’t shoot the guy in the back. There has to be some kind of code about that, right? Backstabbing totally fine. Back banging is a no-no. Ah, unless we’re talking sex. Then the rules are completely different.

who the fuck is self-destructive enough to flirt with a guy who could kill them? As he walks out, my eyes stay pinned to his broad back, and then, very slowly, they dip toward his ass. I mean … I don’t hate it? Fuck. What I should be asking is who the fuck is self-destructive enough to flirt with the guy he was supposed to kill? Me, apparently.

Why would you pay to have someone offed when there are plenty of people struggling who you can give the money to? Rich people make me sad. Sure, I’m looked down on for not having a whole hell of a lot, but I’m happy, so shouldn’t that be the most important thing? When did it become some huge competition over who can be the most miserable and earn the most money?

“You want to kiss me because you think you’re going to die?” “Actually, I want to kiss you because you have a very pretty mouth, and that gets my dick hard.”