Going Out
It’s been three days since the fateful night.
And Thomas was addicted.
The cunning hazelnut eyes.
The gorgeous, flowing, wavy chocolate hair.
The plush pink lips.
The beautifully curved body.
The sinful noises she made when she was touched the right way.
Touched by the right person.
Touched by Thomas.
The past three nights, every time Thomas closed his eyes, one person appeared behind his eyes.
Alexandra Hamilton.
Since that first night, Thomas couldn’t stop thinking about the woman.
The way she looked under him, the way she spoke, her calculating gaze.
And he realized slowly that he wanted the woman.
Not just for sex.
But he wanted her mind, body, and soul.
Thomas groans, throwing a hand over his face.
He, of all people, the Mafia Don, the great Thomas Jefferson, had a crush.
A pathetic school ground crush.
But it was stupid.
He was just a one night stand.
She probably just used him because of his status.
Why would someone as elite and pretty as her go for him?
Thomas was not an insecure person.
But this one girl made him.
She probably went for men that could actually give her a nice life.
A picket fence and everything.
But him? He’d only get her pumped full of lead.
And that thought terrified him.
And Thomas Jefferson never got scared.
Thomas looks out the window, eyes neutral.
He stood in front of clear glass.
But the glass wasn’t bulletproof.
In fact, it was a thin, easy to shatter, pane of glass.
And Thomas was curious.
Would he die today?
Or would Alexandra hold back?
Thomas lets out a bitter laugh.
Why would she? Why should she?
They were enemies.
It didn’t matter that he liked the woman.
She hated him.
And people like him didn’t get happy endings.
No matter how much they wanted one.
***
Alexandra packs her bullets into her pockets as she slung her gun across her back.
She was going to do it.
She was going to kill Thomas Jefferson.
So why did it feel like needles to her heart when she thought about it?
She lets out a bitter chuckle.
That’s right.
Sniper of the century has a crush on Thomas Jefferson.
She purses her lips as she grabs her handgun and shoots a random moving target.
She hits the eye of a swinging target.
The new recruits look at her in shock and she flips them off.
She didn’t want to like Thomas Jefferson.
The man was her enemy.
And way out of her league.
He was 6’5 and ripped.
6 pack and solid muscles.
Shapely features and gorgeous eyes.
She was just a one night stand.
He only chose her because of her status.
She wasn’t pretty.
He probably went for perky blondes with butt lifts and boob jobs.
Not Caribbean girls that were short and could kill you in your sleep.
But she couldn’t help it.
She was falling for the mysterious Virginian, and she was falling fast.
And goddamnit, did she want him.
But she had a job to do.
***
Alexandra got in position in an empty building across the street from Jefferson’s manor.
She got in position, gun loaded and eyes peeled for Thomas.
But when she sees him, her finger hesitates on the trigger.
They make eye contact for a minute.
And at that moment, an explosion slams Alexandra into a metal rod.
The last thing she feels before she feels her ribs break and lungs give out is Thomas’s look of alarm and a bright flame.
She closes her eyes.
She didn’t want to kill Thomas.
She wanted to die of old age with Thomas by her side.
But that wasn’t going to happen.
Because happily ever afters were for princesses.
And Alexandra was going out as a Queen.