America's Most Wanted

America's Most Wanted

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Genre: Erotica

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

(FINISHED!) At the age of fifteen, Faye Dawson's family was kidnapped from her. The only way for them to release them safely is for her to be a hired killer, or an assassin. She did not want to do it, but she goes with it, for her family. Now five years later, she is the best assassin the agency has. The boss, Quincy Barnwell, has her last assignment, the assignment that will free her and her family. Her assignment, kill the US President. She knows not to question her targets, and she knows she will be free once he is dead. When she faces her target, she sees the President's son, Easton Jacobson, and he sees her. He saves his father, then saves her from the Secret Service. He hides her with his little sister and learns why she is an assassin. He wants to help her, but he knows that the boss of the assassins only makes targets for one reason, they done something bad. What could possibly his father have done to make him a target? Along the way, the couple finds themselves wanton for each other touch, but desperate to keep each other alive, and Faye's family.

Summary

(FINISHED!) At the age of fifteen, Faye Dawson's family was kidnapped from her. The only way for them to release them safely is for her to be a hired killer, or an assassin. She did not want to do it, but she goes with it, for her family. Now five years later, she is the best assassin the agency has. The boss, Quincy Barnwell, has her last assignment, the assignment that will free her and her family. Her assignment, kill the US President. She knows not to question her targets, and she knows she will be free once he is dead.

When she faces her target, she sees the President's son, Easton Jacobson, and he sees her. He saves his father, then saves her from the Secret Service. He hides her with his little sister and learns why she is an assassin. He wants to help her, but he knows that the boss of the assassins only makes targets for one reason, they done something bad. What could possibly his father have done to make him a target?

Along the way, the couple finds themselves wanton for each other touch, but desperate to keep each other alive, and Faye's family.

Chapter1 (v.1) - America's Most Wanted

Author Chapter Note

At the age of fifteen, Faye Dawson's family was kidnapped from her. The only way for them to release them safely is for her to be a hired killer, or an assassin. She did not want to do it, but she goes with it, for her family. Now five years later, she is the best assassin the agency has. The boss, Quincy Barnwell, has her last assignment, the assignment that will free her and her family. Her assignment, kill the US President. She knows not to question her targets, and she knows she will be free once he is dead. When she faces her target, she sees the President's son, Easton Jacobson, and he sees her. He saves his father, then saves her from the Secret Service. He hides her with his little sister and learns why she is an assassin. He wants to help her, but he knows that the boss of the assassins only makes targets for one reason, they done something bad. What could possibly his father have done to make him a target? Along the way, the couple finds themselves wanton for each other touch, but desperate to keep each other alive, and Faye's family.

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Submitted: August 04, 2013

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*A/N: So, this is my newest action erotica. I think this will be A LOT better than my last one. I hope you will enjoy this because I think it will be AWESOME!*

 

Chapter 1

What Can Go Wrong?

 

Breathe...Concentrate on the target...Squeeze the trigger, Don't pull it... and I landed the target. I breathed finally and went over and grabbed the target and there is a hole in the middle of the head. I just got done killing some CEO of some computer company, James Catthrale. Something about he is stealing money from his company, not giving it to his employees. Serves him right. “Faye, Quincy wants to see you in his office,” another fellow assassin, Felicity, said and I nodded and I put my gun back into the rack and walked to his office.

 

Quincy Barnwell is the most insane and awful man in the United States. He kidnaps families so the oldest child would kill people for money, another words, be an assassin, for him. He took my family five years ago, and I am the oldest of three children. He gave me an proposition of five years serving for him, and I said no. He held a gun to my little sisters head, and said “You will, or you will see little Brenda's brains splattered all over the wall.” I can hear my mother's cries, my fathers yelling to let Brenda go...myself agreeing to kill people for money.

 

I trained with ex-Navy Seals, Quincy was one until he went AWOL and the government shit him. He hates the government, I would too if they done what they done to him. They cut him from his pay, gave him an dishonorable discharge...well, he did go kill his whole team because they didn't want to go to some village and kill and rape innocent women. That is just...insane! Did I already call him insane?

 

I put my blonde hair in a pony tail and tightened my leather gloves on my hands and opened the door. Quincy is on the phone and he looked over at me and smiled. He has dark hair that is military short, dark eyes and a wicked smile. “She is here, yeah, my best assassin. Yes, I think she can do it. Especially with the...situation she is in. I will talk to her then call you back for the details,” Quincy said and I sat down in the seat in front of his desk and I looked around. His office reminds me of a James Bond villain room. He has a shark tank with a mini sharks swimming around and a snake tank as well. I can never look at it! “Faye, glad you could make it, I have a very special assignment for you,” Quincy said and I leaned back and crossed my arms.

 

“Quincy, I just got back from Detroit, can I have a little fucking break?” I said and he laughed.

 

“I don't know because there is a nice prize at the end of this one, better than money.” The only thing better than money is the release of my family and myself from his evil. He slid a folder to me and I opened it and I seen a very familiar face in it. He is an older man, he looks very powerful.

 

“That is William Jacobson, the President of the United States. Your next assignment is to kill him. You only have one shot at this, he has the tightest security in the United States.” I just stared at the picture. He is the fucking president! He wants me to kill him! This has gone too far. I tried to open my mouth, but he held his hand up. “Your reward is your and your family's freedom. As soon as I see the president dead on the ground, I will release them and your duties with me, but you can stay...”

 

“Fuck no, I will kill him for you, just give me the details as soon as you find out.” I stood up and walked out the door. I have to kill the President to save my family. This is my final assignment and it's fucking screwed up one.

 

I reached my tiny apartment in Bethesda, Maryland and I looked down at my guns. I researched the president and I sighed. He has two children, a son and a daughter. The son is a recent graduate from Georgetown University with the degree in Politics and the daughter is attending Georgetown for Medicine. I am going to kill a family man, but I killed fathers and husbands before. He should be no different.

 

I heard the fax machine go off and I put out my cigarette and went to the kitchen and Quincy faxed me my details. The president is doing something wrong, Quincy only gives me targets that had done something wrong to the people, or involved with the US government. It does not say what he is doing, but I learned in training to not question why we have the assignment. I sat the paper down and read it.

 

It told me where I need to be, at what time and where William Jacobson will be standing. I have to be across the White House and hidden good. I have one shot, and if I miss, the FBI and Secret Service will be on my ass like flies on shit.

 

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“So, when is the deadline?” Felicity asked me and she shot a target with a Desert Eagle pistol, her weapon of choice. Her black hair is in a slim pony tail and her blue eyes are concentrating on the target. She has major tits, I wish I had her tits!

 

“This Friday at two; The President is doing some press conference, and I will kill him at two o' three pm,” I said and I shot a target with my weapon of choice, AK-47.

 

“The most important person I killed is General Parks, I was on the same unit as Quincy, I got the dishonorable papers a month after he got his.” I heard her story as well. She killed the General because she was in love with him, and he wouldn't touch her because he was married. She went crazy and killed him. She was the lucky one that didn't get killed when Quincy went AWOL. The only thing different is that she did not get “recruited” by getting her family kidnapped by Quincy, she just joined in. She is second best, apparently, I am the best he has and I am about to leave.

 

“So, excited that you and your family is about to be free?” Felicity asked me and shot another round.

 

“Yes, I am going to leave this mess all behind me and go on with my life,” I said and shot a round.

 

“Felicity, the boss wants to see you. Another assignment,” one of the guards said and she slid her gun into its holster and she smiled at me. “Talk to you later, babe.” She waved at me and shut the door behind her. I shook my head and continued to practice.

 

Right before I left, Quincy came out and he is smiling at me. “How is your sniper skills?” He asked me and I looked at him and rolled my eyes. That's my top skill, that's how I kill. I am not Felicity, I just don't walk up to the target and kill them.

 

“That's how I kill my targets, why?” I asked him.

 

“Just wondering how you do your kills. Well, it's in two days, you ready?”

 

“Yes, ready to get the fuck out of here.”

 

“I told your family, they are not so happy that you are going to kill the President. But, they are happy that they are going to be free. Better get it, Faye.”

 

“I know, this is the one assignment I fear for my fucking life.” Quincy nodded and he left. I put on my backpack and set for home. This is going to be fucking tricky!

 

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I set up my sniper rifle and I can hear the crowd gathering around. I am on a building with high platforms so no one can see me, I hope. I can see the stage where William Jacobson will make his last speech. I adjusted my hat and ponytail and looked through the scope. Two young people, must be his children, came on stage. The son is around twenty-two and he is...sexy. He has black hair, blue eyes, and he seems trim. He is wearing a gray suit and matching tie. He sat down by his sister, she has curly blonde hair and blue eyes, around the age of nineteen. “Ladies and Gentleman, the President of the United States,” The announcer said and everyone stood and clapped as the President came on stage. He has gray hair on his temples and black hair, like his son and the blue eyes from his kids. He has a genuine smile, but there is something weird about him....stop thinking Faye!

 

I looked down at my watch and I have exactly a minute to kill him. I remembered my training, Breathe...Concentrate on the target...squeeze the trigger, don't pull it... As I set my sight on the President, the son looked up and his eyes are on me. What? Does he see me? I shook my head and looked in my scope again, and he is staring at me. He is mouthing something, I think it's “No!” Don't listen to him, think about your family, Faye! I squeezed the trigger and the son dived and pushed his father out the way and the bullet hit the wall behind him. FUCK! The Secret Service began to shoot my way and I got shot in my arm. I screamed and slid down and sat on the cold ground. I grabbed my arm and squeezed it. I fucking failed my mission! I failed my family!

 

I can hear the secret service come up the stairs and I grabbed my pistol out of my holster and ran inside. My heart is racing and I can hear gun fire as they see my shadow. “Stop! You will just get yourself killed, lady!” One of the men said and I began to breath. I looked over and seen the stairway I took to get up here and ran down. “STOP!” they yelled and gunfire again. One bullet got my leg and I screamed again. I am going to die, I am going to die. If I die, so does my family.

 

When I made it to outside, I slammed the door. The busy Washington DC traffic caught me in a daze. I think I am losing too much blood. I ran down the street, holding my bleeding arm and I'm bleeding out at my leg. I found the nearest building that looks unoccupied and tried to get in. I can hear the Secret Service behind me and I just wanted to get inside. I began to get faint and my heart began to slow down. I felt someone grab my arm and dragged me inside. I looked up and he looks so familiar. The black hair, the blue eyes...why does he look familiar? I began to see lights and mumbled sounds. I can hear this voice saying, “Fuck, don't you dare die on me!” and I tried to reach up to see who is talking to me, but I feel my arm drift back to the ground...then my world went completely black.


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