| 𝐌𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑. 𝐒𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐇

The air reeked of iron and blood, the wind howling, telling your secrets to the moon as you stood over the dead body you’d just been paid to kill. The man was a child abuser; no-one would miss his sorry ass. Your arms groaned in protest as you tried to drag the body further into the darkness of danger and killers.

“Baby, stop that.” He murmured as he gently swatted your hands away, his eyes focused on the blood that stained your clothes—proof of the kill. Rafe couldn’t help but smirk as he noticed the droplets of blood that adorned your wedding ring—his name engraved on the band, the blood coated your hands but straggled on the ring, making the diamonds almost look like rubies.

You scoffed slightly as Rafe slapped your hands away. Sometimes you regretted getting into the assassin business with your husband, but you knew he was the muscle of the whole operation. You quickly snapped a picture of the dead man Rafe was dragging before sending it off to the person that made the request for the murder. You hummed a quiet tune as you got to work on the cleanup.

Your hands worked quickly but carefully as you scrubbed the blood off the carpet with a scrub brush and bleach, the smell of the blood slowly seeping away into the smell of bleach. Your eyes watered at the sterile smell. Your knees ached from being in the position for so long, but this was your job. You were the cleanup—Rafe was the muscle and killer of the whole thing. You didn’t mind that much, honestly. You loved watching his back ripple with the effort, the way his grin was always proud after a kill, and the way his hands strained and his veins popped.

“such a good girl, baby.” Rafe murmured as he towered over you, his body falling to his knees behind you before his hands gripped onto your hips and started massaging them, his lips kissing your collarbone.