One week, one town, one victim, one crime. Jensen’s life is easy and simple, everything he wanted and all he needed.
There’s guns, blood, dust, cry, screams, and dead bodies.
Until he chose the wrong victim, the one that he can’t kill, even if he wants too, and the one that won’t leave him, even if he asks him to.
Then there’s hazel eyes, dimples, panties, orgasms, laughs, and more dead bodies.
« We should get married » Jared says, sucking on his lollipop while Jensen cleans the bloody knife.
« No »
« Yes »
« I said no » Jensen repeats again, his jaws clenched. « End of the discussion. Get ride of the clothes »
Jared pouts, asked for a kiss, then another, until they’re a mess of sweat, blood, and love.
It’s one night, two silvers rings with « Partner in crime » written on it, a smiling Jared, and a brainwashed Jensen.
« How did you get me into marrying you? » Jensen asks as Jared puts himself more comfortably into his arms « I‘m dangerous, Jay. I kill people, and I like it. I may very well kill you one day. You should run away now before it’s too late »
« Babe, I’m trying to sleep » Jared complains, «And you should do the same »
« You have no idea, do you? What you did to me? What I could do to you? »
« Jen, I’m your husband, and I love you more than anything on earth. That’s all that matters »
« I love you too » Jensen admits, holding Jared closer
« i know » He smiles, lifting himself up so he can kiss him « And just so you know, I will kill you first »