The Housewife and the Hitman

Chapter Four- Mr and Mrs Monroe

The suite set out before Gemma was one that nearly made her jaw drop-but she would be damned if she allowed her having been impressed to read over onto her expression. And so, she made her way inside, only learning that the room seemed to extend even further. Usual hotels rooms held one or two beds, a seating area, a television, a bathroom, a vanity, a desk, and a widow. For this suite, it held a single California King sized bed in the center of the room, a fully stocked bar down a set of steps that gave the appearance of a luxury apartment-a loft with enough storage space for everyone in the hotel combined, a large shower, a fire pit, and even its own hot tub. She did everything she could to keep from being blown away as she was highly angered at the man who had essentially kidnapped her and guilted her into doing something she was uncomfortable with. She feared what being at his side meant and if he was truly the man he claimed, the danger that accompanied him with his supposed occupation. Surely there were dangers to this, and she was about to learn one. 

Before Gemma could speak on how she felt of the night’s accommodations, she was shushed with his hand being forced upon her mouth and this having then caused her back to hit upon the nearby wall. His body pushing her against the wall allowed her an extended knowledge of his anatomy as she came to learn every curve of his chest while he was keeping her pinned down. While she tried to speak against his palm-having only omitted aloud in a muffled sound, he tightened his hold just as a squeaking sound could be heard. 

In the bedroom, the armoire door began to open just enough to reveal a squeal to draw Conner’s attention. His gaze was frozen on the location as Gemma was able to silence her questions for a moment and watch as Conner moved slowly towards the noise. She knew if she had been alone in this situation that she would have ran from the room-if she wouldn’t have been frozen in fear. But she watched as Conner rounded the corner in complete confidence with nothing more than his own strength to protect both him and her. The sudden sound of footsteps approaching closer to the couple set for Conner to have been able to position himself without giving away his or Gemma’s location. Instead, he positioned himself at the edge of the door and waited for the steps to become close enough so he could take out the intruder with a simple action of two steps-one having been grabbing him-and one forcing his face to crash down onto his knee. There was a bitter cracking sound before the male figure fell weightless upon the ground, almost appearing deceased. 

“Is he-” She couldn’t bring herself to ask but she knew the cracking sound hadn’t been normal for someone to just be ‘knocked out’. He gave a sideways glance to her before smirking. 

“Just a broken nose...I need you to go down to the spa…” He spoke before seemingly showing disregard for the horribly immobile body laying a few feet away. 

“What? Why?”

He moved towards her, bringing his fingers to her cheek to try and soothe her, only to find her to pull away. “You can’t tell me what to do-”

“You forget why you’re here. I didn’t bring you here to come on a little vacation...I brought you here for a purpose...now put this on and act the part of Mrs. Monroe.” He instructed while extending a large and realistic four carat diamond ring that was meant to appear as a wedding ring. The extent of its existence was easily seen as genuine with the size having fit her hand hauntingly perfect-but forcing her to remove the one given to her by Shane. There hadn’t been a single thing she could have compared this ring as it made her current one look as though it was bought from a fifty cent toy machine. Due to this, she had no issue removing the petite diamond and exchanging it for the one that could be labeled as gaudy before she had a moment to admire it. 

“Now go to the spa, ask for the pearl package and even get a drink before coming back.”

“You just said this wasn’t a vacation.” He looked to her with an aggravated glare before she threw her hands up in surrender, showing she meant no harm. 

“I need you to do as I say or you are wasting precious time to when you can be back home with Lucy, Zachary, and Hope.” She realized the truth in his words and made her way down the halls of the hotel, following the signs, before finally coming to the doors of the spa. Giving her name as Kate Monroe, she was escorted to a chair in the back of the spa and first given a duo of cucumber slices for her eyes. While relaxing to the tranquil musical scores playing in the background, Gemma began to fall into the mindset of being the wife to a millionaire. Her mind conjured thoughts of having lived on a yacht and visiting Paris on a whim-but she was returned to the truth of her reality when being awoken and instructed to walk to the manicure table. She was instructed to pick a color and although she knew Lucy would go for pink and Zachary would go for green, she focused on fitting the role that was made for her by Conner. With this in mind, she asked for french tips and took a handful of minutes before feeling as though a portion of her fit the persona of “Kate Monroe”. 

She continued with her spa treatment, blissfully unaware of what had taken place after she left the room she would be spending the night in with Conner. Following on his instructions, she moved to the bar and scanned the menu for a drink before coming upon a strawberries and cream cosmopolitan. Curious to the flavor, she found it blissfully creamy and began to make her way back towards the room before becoming dizzy. Knowing she drank on an empty stomach and that was most likely the cause of feeling sick, she had moved into the restroom and moved to splash some water on her face. Looking around to be certain that she was alone, she removed two pills from her bra and took them down with a cupped hand full of water and allowed the effects of her withdrawal to subside before rejoining the world. 

Having luckily memorized the suite number as it was the last number of the rooms, she made her way to try and use the key before realizing she wasn’t given one. Having to knock on her own hotel room door, she rounded her fingers into a fist to knock before hearing a commotion sound out at the bottom of the floor level. With the window nearby her hotel room, she could see a group of people running with their phones to a location and fearful that Conner would grow angry for her returning before he “told her to be”, she decided to check it out-an action she wished she would have been able to take back. 

She rode the elevator down to the ground floor once again before finding sirens to have been wailing in the distance. A sea of people, some in their swim suits from having seen the event from the nearby pool, and others with luggage, as they had just arrived from their cars and moving to check in, had moved around the side of the hotel. Her heart seemed to jump into her throat as she saw the full physique of a man hanging from one of the balconies. The small beam used to support him had been too frail, making him plummet to the ground at rapid pace just as she moved closer. The already comatose body felt no more pain to its final place before the sight of a telephone line around his neck gave the clear sight of a self-afflicted death. However, her heart both sunk and stopped when she recognized the man’s attire from being the same to the man who was present in the hotel room when her and Conner first arrived. 

Fearing he was involved, Gemma raced up to the room and began to knock quickly on the door, finding him to open it with caution. He seemed out of breath and hiding something from her as he kept ninety percent of his body concealed behind the door with only his head and an arm exposed. When his arm was first seen, it showed a black glove present on one hand, but in a matter of her blinking, it was removed to reveal his calloused yet naked fingers. 

“Can you ask the maid for more towels?”

She nodded, finding it odd at him having appeared so charming before moving down the hall and doing as he requested just before returning to the room and finding it to now be left open. The safety device used to secure someone inside a room for safety had been used to keep the door ajar as she entered to see Conner having left the bathroom-the sound of the toilet having been running to explain the potential to what he had been doing. 

As she went to explain the sight she witnessed, she began to look at him curiously, making him on edge just as the maid returned to the room with fresh towels. The woman who brought them was attractive in her own right, present from strong Spanish decent and complete with a full figure and dark features. But Conner didn’t even look twice, just spoke ‘thank you’ for the towels before closing the door. 

“Who was that man?” She finally had the guts to ask as he looked to her before letting out a sigh. 

“Nobody.” He answered, his eyes and attitude showing disinterest before he refocused upon the television that had been playing some competitive dancing show in the background. As she stood close to the doorway, a sudden unfortunate moment caused for the door of the bathroom to come open and reveal a bag full of bloody rags-poorly concealed beneath the sink. As he noticed her eyes fall to them, he waited to see her next movement and was surprised for her to have been so brave as to try and flee. He managed to catch her before the door opened for her escape-but forcing it to slam in the process. While pinning her against the wall, he forced all three locks on the door to come to a direct close while letting out a deep breath. 

“You DID kill him…” Her words came out of a trembling body, making them sound broken up as tears filled her eyes as she became fearful of the man standing before her. 

“It had to be done.” The words chilled down her spine before he moved to try and console her, only to be pushed away by her frustration. Carefully yet firmly, he took hold of her jaw. “The spa treatment seemed to relax you...don’t allow some fellow hitman to ruin that..” Her eyes grew wide at his words, as if it had been an everyday occurrence for him. 

“Please let me go home...I’ll give you the money back...in payments or I’ll sell something-just let me go home…” She begged, as a tear slid down her cheek and fell to her chin and then onto the floor. 

“I can’t...you are more of an asset than I thought.” He released her jaw and allowed her to leave his embrace before standing with his arms crossed against his chest and his back facing the door. “You should get some rest, we have an early flight.”

“Where?”

“The sooner you learn that I won’t answer your questions, the less upset you will be when understanding I won’t give them to you. Now, sleep.” His dominating persona was enough to bring fear out in anyone, but for Gemma, she still couldn’t see him in a worse light than she saw Shane-even though she couldn’t explain why. This man claimed lives, nearly claimed Shane’s if not for her...and yet she felt safe with him.