The_PG
Fucking Magic
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Jacob, or Jake as everyone called him, never really considered himself a killer. Yea, he had killed, but he didn't like it. Not the way some of the other boys did at least. Johnny, or Mike, they loved to do it. For him it was just... Just business, as some of his relatives were quite fond of saying over and over again. It was a rather degrading, detrimental part of the business Jacob found, but he did it because it was both expected of him and necessary whenever he actually did it. Thanks to this and his relations within the family he was never overlooked for a promotion nor shunned from taking his piece of the pie. Never more, but never less either. He lived well, drove a powerful Mustang, and owned a decent sized house out in the country where he hunted mostly. The house was bought under someone else's name, and purchased in cash, very few people knew he owned it. In fact, nobody in the family did and that was exactly the way Jacob wanted it to be, so most of the time he spent his life at the little apartment him and his crew used as their headquarters.
That night, like any other night, they were out on the town after having a few beers at the local pub the family called 'home' and Jacob was feeling good. He was on top of the world, all he needed was to find someone to share it with him. That was one of his problems with killing; he was a romantic at heart and killing people just wasn't romantic at all. Not to him anyways.
It wasn't long before they ran into a group of women, well, girls rather, in their late teens. Like hounds to the scent Jacob and his little crew followed doggedly, putting up with the laughing shoo's and sticking around until they were generally accepted. There was one cute one in particular that caught Jacob's attention. She was smallish, with a small figure, but she wasn't skinny, just slim and well proportioned. Her laugh was like a wind chime, and her eyes were alway lit with laughter, or so it seemed.
Jacob simply couldn't help himself from getting close to her as the entire group slipped into a club and began to pair off. Running his hand through his own wild black hair, he leaned over to be heard in the pulsing club, "Wanna dance?"
When she turned to look and see who had said those words, he couldn't help but smile, and blush slightly. She was beautiful! Gorgeous, and a host of other words he simply could not remember at that moment because she was looking at him. He could feel his heart melting, and wondered briefly if there was a puddle forming at his feet from where his soul had cried itself out through his toes. He shifted, waiting her answer, and gave a small smile that made his deeply tanned face twitch, along with his thin mustache, his green eyes were unknowingly lit with the same laughter that had constantly been feeding hers, and drawing him ever closer.
They were both hopeless romantics, and neither knew the other was.
Nor did they know whose family the other belonged to either.