Anakin20
Literotica Guru
- Joined
- Apr 30, 2001
- Posts
- 3,796
The crisp cut of his beige linen slacks and the loose fit of his half-opened white silk shirt were a contrast, much like the man they hung off.
Devon Allen (or Mark Chambers, Dylan O'Byrne, Jake Proskowski or Falco Longo) was a wealthy man. He was an investment banker, or so the business cards read. But, the 32-year-old Irishman was actually a cold-blooded contract killer. A hitman with a penchant for flair (and haberdashery), yet cunning beyond belief.
But, this was supposed to be a vacation. As he strode up the gangplank, he hoped to find a couple of small pieces of information, but it was his libido that would be getting a workout - hopefully.
He was tall, about 6'2'' and very slim and athletic. His thick, salt-and-pepper hair seemed at times a bit unruly, yet chic. His features were soft, yet angular. You couldn't pinpoint where he might be from until the soft lilt of a Cork brogue found its way to your ears.
This was the real Devon Allen. Or so he thought he remembered.
Devon Allen (or Mark Chambers, Dylan O'Byrne, Jake Proskowski or Falco Longo) was a wealthy man. He was an investment banker, or so the business cards read. But, the 32-year-old Irishman was actually a cold-blooded contract killer. A hitman with a penchant for flair (and haberdashery), yet cunning beyond belief.
But, this was supposed to be a vacation. As he strode up the gangplank, he hoped to find a couple of small pieces of information, but it was his libido that would be getting a workout - hopefully.
He was tall, about 6'2'' and very slim and athletic. His thick, salt-and-pepper hair seemed at times a bit unruly, yet chic. His features were soft, yet angular. You couldn't pinpoint where he might be from until the soft lilt of a Cork brogue found its way to your ears.
This was the real Devon Allen. Or so he thought he remembered.
