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I can do that. I let out another loud scream. “You killed him! Please don’t hurt me!” I don't know why I thought to say it, but I do. Finn gives me one of his smirks.
“You got him?” Someone shouts as they kick the door open.
“She got me all right.” Finn pulls the trigger. The gun isn’t loud, but the man hitting the floor is.
Finn spins around as another man comes through the window, only this time he lands on his feet. Finn was too quick. He knew the man was already coming. Is that Mercy or all him?
He grabs the man by the throat, only this time he doesn’t kill him. Finn slams his forehead into the man’s face before he takes him down to the floor. I scramble to my knees. Finn never lets go of the dazed man's throat.
“You really thought two would be a distraction enough to sneak in on me?” he asks the man. “You’ve always been a cocky bastard. I don’t know how you’ve made it this long.” The man only makes a choking noise. “You’re lucky she’s here,” he tells the man before he ends his life.
“Old friend?” Finn barks a laugh at my question.
“Something like that.” He walks over to the bed. “Up you go. We’re done with Paris for now.” Finn lifts me from the bed.
“I’m going to get you killed.”
“No, starlight. You only make me all the more deadly.” The same hand that he used to kill a man seconds ago comes up to gently cup my cheek. I lean into his touch. “I have something I love to protect.”
Finn really is a hitman. His words nail me right in the heart.
It will forever be him.
Epilogue
FINN
YEARS LATER…
“Ugh, this food is so good,” Georgia moans as she digs into the small paper tray full of barbecued lamb and roasted corn. The food market is busy tonight, full of mostly locals although there are the occasional foreigners like Georgia and me. No one here is as pretty as Georgia. Her wheat-colored hair has gotten brighter with all the sun exposure we’ve had on our vacation. Freckles are popping out, and her skin has taken on a warm glow. She said she doesn’t even need to use a filter because the sun, food, and salty sea have been so good for her complexion.
I think her looks have always been ‘gram worthy. I bite into my samosa and stretch my legs out. My arm rests on a small satchel I’ve been carrying around since we left the States. In between jobs, I’d been searching all over the country for these two things, and I finally got a call from a dealer two days before we were set to go overseas. I kissed Georgia goodbye in the morning, hopped on a private plane, and was home before midnight.
She didn’t ask any questions because she’s used to my odd hours and odd jobs. I thought about giving the gift to her before we left but decided against it because this place is where we first met and fell in love.
She sighs again as she polishes off the last of her meal. “I could eat a thousand of these lamb skewers. Why can’t I replicate this at home?”
“We don’t have one of those swirly machines.” I swing my finger around.
“Rotisseries?” she supplies.
“Yes. Want one?” I extend my fingers and drag my phone under my palm, ready to make the call to have our kitchen renovated before we touch down in the US in two days.
She slaps the back of my hand lightly and laughs. “No. I just want to come to this bazaar.”
“We’ll come every year.”
“I can’t wait.” Her eyes gleam with happiness. More than the sun or makeup or filters, joy is what makes her shine. I want to keep that look on her face forever. I lean forward and capture her mouth in mine. She makes a small noise of surprise before kissing me back. I’m so caught up in my desire for her, I don’t sense the thief’s hand until it’s too late. The brown leather satchel by my hand is gone. I jerk back, but the black-dressed figure is already thirty feet away, dodging between people, trying to get lost in the crowd.
“Hang on, starlight, gotta take care of something.”
“Don’t be long.” She lifts her drink up and taps it against an imaginary glass.
A chuckle bursts out of me. I love her irreverence. “You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
“Same, but your mark is getting away.”
“I’ll get him.” I lean down and drop a kiss on her forehead before heading off. Because I’m tall, I can see the thief’s progress. Someone more experienced would have stopped running and tried to blend in more. This one, though, is weaving in and out, causing a commotion. I take an alternate, less crowded path and run parallel to him for a couple of minutes and then, when he tries to cross over to the bridge, I run full speed and tackle him.
