Imperfect Match

He's a famous assassin. She's the daughter of a well-known police officer. He's a killing machine. She's the complete opposite. But what if their paths cross? What if the most unfortunate thing happens? What if they fall in love? Will he be of any good to her? Knowing his way of life? Will she be able to protect him? Knowing that her own father is against them? How far will you go... for the love that's clearly forbidden?


3. Devils don't get Angels


 “Devils don’t get angels”


I stayed wide-awake, sitting on the couch in the corner of my room. How could someone possibly sleep with a criminal in the room - not to mention the authority he had when he spoke. A simple sentence from him could mean death. He could've raped me, ya'know?


Now, tell me exactly what kind of idiot am I to bring him inside my room?


Heaving out a sigh, I glanced over at the clock, seeing it was 5:50 am then diverted my gaze to Justin's body sprawled over my bed. His breathing calm and his lips slightly parted. I know I shouldn't say this but damn, the boy was blessed with looks. Staring intently at him for a long time, I almost jumped off the couch when I heard the doorbell ring.


That was when I realized my dad was home, and the person he’s after was in my freaking room. How cool was that?


Basically jumping off the couch, I pulled Justin out of bed - rather harshly - making him scream in both pain and shock but I didn't care.


"What the hell?!" he yelled.


"Shut up and get in the freaking closet!" I yelled back, pushing him towards the closet. I could have cared less if I was hurting him with that.


"Why the heck would I do that?!" his voice pitched at the end.


"Because my freaking father is here and if you wanna save your butt from being put to jail, you obey me!" 


"Damn. Is there another option?" he asked, mumbling as he bit his lip awkwardly. How exactly was this idiot a criminal?


I was in like, a life and death situation with my father and he was asking me if there was another option.


"No! Get. In. the. closet!" I yelled getting annoyed of both him and the doorbell constantly ringing.


"I can't dammit! I'm freaking claustrophobic!"


That was enough to get me to shut up. Damn. How in hell was he claustrophobic?!


Heaving out a sigh of utmost frustration, I tugged on my hair, trying to release some stress whilst he just looked at me. I just gave him one last glare before heading for the door.


"Wait, what the hell do I do?" he asked, this time calmly.


"Hide, you idiot!" I screamed and slammed the door shut. Gosh, he was stupid. I can't believe people feared him. Come on, he was a complete idiot.


Letting out a breath, I opened the door with the most realistic smile I could muster as my father came into view.


"Hi, sweetie," he greeted with a hug.

 Now Justin better hid well.


"Hey, daddy," I acknowledge, hugging back and as my gaze diverted straight ahead, I saw Justin standing there with a smirk and his clothes from last night—not shirtless anymore. My mouth fell ajar. How the hell did he go out of my room?


"How'd you get there?" I mouthed, making sure I wasn’t making any sound.


He didn't respond, he just chuckled and placed his finger over to his pink lips. Smiling at him, I totally forgot I was hugging dad for so long now. Pulling away, I forced out a nervous smile, occasionally glancing over my dad's figure to see if Justin was still there.


"Uhm, what is it, Reign?" dad suddenly asked. I immediately snapped my head towards him, thinking of a response.


"Uh, I-uh... I thought I saw a cat over there but there actually wasn't." I chuckled awkwardly. Yeah, maybe more awkward than my answer.


Dad eyed me suspiciously, but decided to let it go as he stepped in. By the time he did, Justin had disappeared.


"We didn't find him," dad suddenly spoke as I closed the door. I knew it was Justin he was talking about and I felt so guilty. But honestly, I didn't regret what I did.


"Well, he could be anywhere..." I merely mumbled, closing the door and spinning around to face my father.







"What the hell happened to you?" Josh immediately asked as I entered the house, probably looking like a homeless person. Tousled hair, blood-stained shirt—because I wore the same clothes from last night, and the fact that I was sweating. I freaking walked home, just so you know. Hiding from people didn't even help.


"I don't have time to talk," I mumbled, walking past him to go upstairs.


"Logan was looking for ya," he bellowed after me. I stopped dead in my tracks, clenching my fists as I spun around to face him.


"What did he want?" I demanded.


Josh shrugged, "He said you did a good job," he said, but I knew there was something else he wasn't telling me.




"That's it," he said then pursed his lips.


"Don't bullshit me, Demings," I scowled.


He sighed, running his fingers through his hair, "He said he's got another job for you."


I did a double-take, "What? I just got home!"


"That's why I didn't want to tell you, man. I was just gonna do it for you," he explained.


A sigh escaped my lips as I pinched the bridge of my nose, closing my eyes for a while before looking at him again, "No, I'll do it." I tried to say calmly. "I'm sure you have matters to take care of yourself. How's the bombs with Jason doing?"


"It's great," he simply said, eyeing me suspiciously. "But I don't think you’re in the right condition to do another job. You put up such a fight with the cops last night and I don't even know where you stayed. You should just leave this one to me," he suggested. "I'll tell Logan."


"No," I protested. "I'm fine. It's my job. You have to focus on yours."


He was about to say something when Jason's all too familiar figure walked in, hands stuffed on both pockets.


"Aye," I greeted. He almost immediately snapped his head to me.


"Woah man," he chuckled upon seeing me, "You look -"


"- awful," I finished for him. "I know how I freaking look right now, McCann. Don't start with me." I said in a harsh tone, silencing him. I wasn't in the mood for jokes now.


"Uhm, where'd you stay last night?" Josh abruptly intervened. That's when my thoughts drifted to the girl from last night - which I only realized just now that I haven't gotten her name.


"I was... in Cross' house," I mumbled, scratching the back of my neck with my right hand. The other was damn useless.


"Cross?" they both asked.


I licked my lips and shrugged, "Yes. Dale Cross' house. His daughter took me in and… helped me hide."


Now that I thought of it, I realized how stupid of a move it was. I mean, why would she abide the law considering her father was a cop? Wasn't that a crime? To hide a criminal and help him get away from his crimes? Why'd she do that? I could've killed her on the spot, regardless of my injured arm, I could've found a way to kill her but she didn't even seem intimidated by me.


"Damn bro," Jason said, at a loss for words whilst Josh stood there confused A.F.


"I didn't even know her name," I mumbled more to myself.


I don't know why but I suddenly had the urge to come back to her and ask. I just seemed to find interest in her. No, not like the kind of interest I had with my flings. I wanted to treat her differently. I couldn't help but think of a reason why she helped me. Did she lead me on? What if she sent someone to follow me here? What if this was all a trap?


But I couldn't help but feel warmness inside my chest. Warmness that I never felt in so long because I had my heart frozen a long time ago. I never felt love anymore. I never felt guilt when I kill people anymore.


But that girl, she... she was different. Well, except for the fact that she was stupid enough to let a criminal in her room. 


"Justin, listen," Josh snapped me out of my daze. "Regardless of how she treated you, you can't have a soft spot for her okay?"


"I don't..." was all the words that escaped my mouth.


"Maybe not now, but listen," he stated firmly, "She's on the good side. We're the bad guys. She's going to heaven, and we go to hell. We already know that. We chose this life and as much as we want to get out, we can't. That just means that we can't ever, get involved with them. You can't let her get through you. I know you Justin, you fall in love too easily," I couldn't help but feel a pang in my heart at his last remark. "If ever she gains your trust like Jhenyca did, we never know what happens..."


I kept quiet, betrayal and hurt rushing through my veins. I never wanted this life. I never chose to live like this. No matter how I seem so heartless towards my targets, I never loved my job. I didn't want to live a life hiding in the shadows without love, without anything but hatred being thrown at me.


I was dwelling in my thoughts again, and it was never good so I tried to snap out of it. I'm a devil. Devil's don't get angels.



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