TWENTY ONE

This has been more awkward than before.

Two weeks have passed since I almost violated Seth because of the drug and killed those two Order lackeys. That night, I drove to the agency and the gym to blow off steam.

I knew my life as a hitman wouldn't be easy, especially for those who entered my life were important people.

I hear noise from the men as they gather, talking. I pull my sunglasses slightly down for my eyes to see as I glance at where Seth and the men are. I observe his naked chest as it flexes every time he moves. His bare chest was visible to my naked eyes, and I couldn't help but stare at them. He and his brothers probably worked together; otherwise, they wouldn't resemble Chip N' Dales from Las Vegas. All they are missing are the neck bow ties and speedos.

My whole body started to shake, and my breathing was panting; picking Seth with a bow tie and speedo and an oily body made me think dirty thoughts. Every inch of my body starts to heat up, not because of this warm weathe