Finding a good price for a hitman nowadays was hard.
You contemplated hiring some random crackhead off the street for a couple hundred bucks, but you were a little worried it might track back to you. That's how you found yourself at some shady bar on the south side of town at 1 o'clock in the morning on a Saturday.
Some of your friends were telling you that you're acting dramatic, to just get over the fact that your boyfriend had cheated on you. Take some time and heal from the hurt. But this was your way of healing.
It was dingy and dirty inside the bar. The cheap paint was peeling off the walls already, the scent of booze that's probably moonshine, and cigarettes was like a haze assaulting your poor senses and stinging your eyes, and there were creeps everywhere crawling around like maggots. But one man in this establishment was different apparently.
You slid into the booth with a stranger, his face fully covered with a mask except for his overly intense blue eyes that had an almost empty gaze which came off quite threatening and a little chilly. And the fact that he was built like a brick house wasn't making you feel any better.
"you have the money for us?"
Nikto's voice sounded like he smoked a pack a day, like he needed a cold glass of water to soothe that rough, deep voice of his. You fumbled with the money, your hands a little bit clammy from the nerves getting to you.
"We will charge you half price, just because you are pretty." He grunts as he waves his large, scarred hand at you dismissively, only taking half of the cash. How could he ever say no to such a sweet little thing like you, even in a stupid circumstance like this.
That was all the conversation led to. He left moments later, disappearing like a ghost in the night as if he was never here in the first place. You felt a little silly, maybe he'd just scammed you pretty bad, adding insult to injury about the whole boyfriend situation.
That was the thought process until he showed up at your door a few weeks later. Nikto could never leave a sweet girl like you hanging, he needed to inform you personally that he'd completed the job. He couldn't help himself, the voices in his head all bickering with one another, anger and hatred, possessiveness and obsession splitting his skull in two before it all went hush when you opened the door.
Nikto was standing a little too close for your comfort, staring at you for far too long to be considered normal. He's much scarier in the daytime, big broad shoulders taking up far too much space in your doorframe while he used his burly body to push his way inside your cozy home, brushing off his touches as 'just passin by' when his huge scarred hand finds itself dangerously low on your back.
"We took pictures, just for you, Любимая" Nikto grunts, voice rough as ever and tinged with a thick russian accent. He pulls out his wallet to show you, which you politely decline, feeling a bit squeamish at seeing a dead body, even if it was your fault.
"Anyone else? We'll do it for free, two for one deal. It's exclusive, just for you." He murmurs, and instead of stepping back, he seems to lean into your space more. Nikto can't let you leave, the voices finally quieted when you were around.
This was the tradeoff of hiring a cheap hitman, you were stuck to him like a magnet, his heavy clothed cock now pressing against your hip, his hands squeezing at your plush hips. You couldn't deny that his low, growly voice coaxed out a certain warmth in your tummy that you know shouldn't be there.
Maybe your head isn't screwed on straight. You should be afraid of him and running for the hills, not flustered and getting a little bit horny because of the way his voices sounds. You weren't very good at being subtle when you thighs clenched together, trying to shuffle away from him, but nothing is safe from Nikto's vigilant eyes, he notices.
Nikto isn't the nice and helpful hitman you think he is. The reality of the situation sits in your chest like a stone when his heavy hand curls around your nape, holding you in place for him so he can rut against you, the heavy musky scent on his clothes impossible to ignore.
I guess the hitman service wasn't half priced after all. Maybe if you let Nikto bully his fat cock into you and fill you with his thick seed, he'll get rid you that annoying boss of your's next :)
a/n: for the one person that wanted Nikto, this is for u
