Maverick's POV
Lilliana gets bored quickly.
She never quite stays on the same thing for long, no matter what it is. A gypsy soul. When not having a satisfactory time, when whatever her options are become dull...she seeks drama, chaos, whatever will wow her.
That's why she chose to try her little games on me the other night.
Lilliana, to me, is the most perfect form of beautiful. That long, thick wavy dark brown hair always cascading down her back and rarely brushes...somehow its constant messiness is better than if every strand was in its rightful place. The pink rings around her hazel eyes make them pop. She keeps her eyes low, always looking up through thick eyelashes. About ninety five pounds and only five foot three inches tall...
She still weighs heavy on me.
The same thing on repeat is getting old to her; choosing a guy she finds just attractive enough to sleep with one time. I only know that because she's stopped doing it as much, the hook up slowing down and interest in guys when we go out depleting.
Picking me is fun, a challenge.
Don't get me wrong; it's fun to make teasing remarks and poke at each other. But I can only endure it to a certain extent. Grinding on me is going to make me show her what I've been killing to do all these years to her.
As her jealousy has began to show recently and teasing has started to be taken farther, restraining myself from Lilliana is becoming nearly impossible.
She makes me want to say 'fuck it' and tread lightly at the same time.
I can't get my mind right. I'm all over the place.
Last night I found myself popping a pill to get rid of thoughts of Lilliana, to stop reminiscing about feeling her on me like I did.
It ended up making me want to call her.
Malachi has yet to stop bringing up telling Lilliana about what we do, sharing our purpose with her. A husband and his wife really got an ear full while we bound and tortured them to death the other day.
He loses interest in things faster than Lilliana does; he needs something new to do, that's why he's so invested in being a part of her life's path. I can't imagine the sinister ideas and fantasies he's conjured up.
I've come up with some of my own.
The plan Malachi and I have for Lilliana remained the same, even after numerous conversations...
There is no plan. Lilliana should live her life how she sees fit and I will continue to be the person I have always been to her...a friend.
But plans have to change...
Now that Kennedy has fucked it all up.
"What the fuck?!" The man we know as Cash springs up from the lazy boy in the living room as Malachi and I bust down his front door.
Kennedy, whom was sitting on the couch, has scrambled backwards across it, going to the farthest end from us. She's screaming, guarding her head in her hands.
I raise my gun, aiming Cash's head before pulling the trigger.
He collapses back down into the chair, blood seeping from the bullet hole through the middle of his forehead.
Kennedy screams harder, still not lifting her head up from her fetal position. Her hands shake uncontrollably.
"Fuck." I hiss out, dropping the gun down to my side as my other hand shoves my hair out of my face.
"Well this is awkward." Malachi whispers from next to me as if Kennedy wouldn't be able to hear every word.
Lilliana introduced me to Kennedy. The only reason we hangout is because we're in the same friend group, or else I'd have nothing to do with the dramatic girl. It's not that I don't like Kennedy, we just don't have a single thing in common.
Although the two girls have grown apart over the last year, she's still Lilliana's friend.
How the fuck am I supposed to kill her?
Just pull the trigger, Maverick. That's how you do it.
But think of Lilliana, Maverick. She'd be devastated.
Think about yourself, Maverick. You can't let Kennedy live and risk her snitching. You'll be locked up for life. This is most important, you know it is.
I'm fucked no matter what.
"Maverick?! Malachi?!" Kennedy's voice trembles as she slowly removes her arms.
"Would you like me to do it?" Malachi whispers, leaning towards me a little. "It's not easy killing a friend."
"I don't mind killing her." I shake my head, giving a look of disbelief, surprised he'd insinuate that her being a friend would hold me back. "We just might have to reevaluate some things. How am I supposed to hide this from Lilliana? It's too big of a fucking secret."
He puts a hand on my shoulder, giving it a quick shake. "So we tell her, Maverick. He urges as he removes his hand.
"Are you two really having this conversation right now?!" Kennedy asks, taking a fast glance over at Cash's dead body. "I'm right here. I can fucking hear you." Her body is stiff as she looks between the two of us. "What is going on?"
I didn't know Kennedy would be here. I had no idea she knew Cash, let alone be in the house when Malachi and I were sent to kill him. The dude is pushing thirty, they've probably been keeping whatever is going on here a secret.
"You've fucked everything up is what's going on!" I yell out at her before sighing, staring down at the floor for a moment.
"You just killed a guy!" She yells back at me. "How in the world did I fuck anything up?!"
My eyes find hers.
She stares.
I stare.
Her sweat begins to drip.
Then she looks away.
"You weren't supposed to be here, Kennedy." I inform her. "How do you even know-" I cut myself off, waving a hand. "Never mind. It doesn't matter."
"Pardon fucking me for being here while you go out killing people!" She retorts.
From next to me, Malachi clicks his tongue. "Now, Kennedy..." Out of my preifereal vision, I see him form a smile. "That's not the kind of attitude I'd have with someone holding a gun...even if he is your friend."
Her eyes drift downwards, stopping to land on the gun before slowly looking back up at me.
Kennedy then laughs, the sound coming out nervously. "You aren't going to kill me, Maverick. Right?" Her eyes dart towards Malachi before returning to me. "I mean, come on...we're friends."
"I don't want to." I assure her.
"But unfortunately..." Malachi begins my next sentence.
"...You have to die, Kennedy." I finish it off with an apologetic expression.
Her head swivels around, in search for her best rout of escape. "I won't say anything, Maverick. I swear!" She nods her head for emphasis. "I'm not even supposed to be with Cash anyway! I don't know what you're into..." she gives Cash another glance. "Clearly nothing good." She pauses. "But that doesn't matter! I want to live and I know that means acting like this never happened! Let me live and I won't tell, Maverick. Please."
Her expression is full of plead and panic. Malachi's head is darting between the two of us as if watching a movie, eager to see what happens next.
I turn my attention to Malachi, telling him, "You know, this whole speech hits a little harder when it comes from someone you know."
Malachi nods his head in agreement. "Most definitely. But the speech gets easier once you find a good tactic that helps you get through it."
"Oh yeah?" I turn to angle myself towards him. "What's yours?"
He uses his hand to make a 'C' twisting it back and forth next to his head as if he's turning a dial. "See I created this volume button up here. I just turn it and they shut the fuck up."
The very moment Kennedy began inching her way off the couch, I noticed.
But I let her make it to the door before I point my gun down at her right leg, sending a bullet through her calf.
Her scream rings out.
Not a second later I shoot her left leg, sending her to her knees.
I tuck my gun in the back of my jeans, making my way over to Kennedy as I order out, "Enough Screaming."
I kneel down in front of her now whimpering body.
"Stop being so silly, Kennedy." I smile softly. "I'll let you in on a secret...the more you run, beg, and fight...the happier I am."
Her eyes narrow.
"Now...let's get you back in your seat." I take her forearm in my hand, pulling her up with me as I stand.
She lets out a groan, both kneels buckled and tears streaming down her face as I practically drag her back to the couch and set her down.
"You're sick!" She scowls fiercely through cries.
"Yes, Kennedy. Deathly ill." I get relaxed on the other end, opposite of her. "Since you're here, I'd like to ask you something and I want you to be honest."
Keeping in mind the secret I shared with her, she nods instead of arguing against it.
"Do you think Lilliana would hate it if I told her the truth; that I killed you?"
Kennedy appears to be actually thinking about her answer.
"I think that whatever makes you happy, makes Lilliana happy too." She tells me. "Lately she seems almost as crazy as you are." Sucking in a breath as she shifts, she adds, "So no, I don't think she'll hate you."
Malachi tosses his hands up in the air. "I've been trying to tell you that!"
"Lilliana is a good girl th-"
The sound of her voice is cut off by the sound of a gun shot being released from my gun.
Without warning; leaving her no time to watch it coming. Quick; an instant and painless death.
Kennedy's body sags over onto the middle couch cushion.
"I really thought I'd feel a little something." I say, looking from my gun to Kennedy.
"That's called being empty, Maverick." Malachi states, observing the scene.