A Handsome Assassin as a Roommate [Part 4] NOT a Bright Idea!

I had a nice 'dinner'. After that coke mishap we went to a diner...and despite being oggled by girls (I don't know if it was the fact that he's wet, or he's attractive), he didn't seem to mind much. It was like he's used to it or something.

The following morning, I stayed home since it was Saturday. The situation got more uncomfortable when I knew that there are firearms sitting on the floor of Landon's room. But I tend to ignore silly things like those.

He used to hunt for animals, not humans.

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"WHERE IS SHE?!" Landon yelled, his voice echoed throughout the place. Maids and a few young assassins immediately stepped aside as soon as they saw his face. If looks could kill...

"Ginger, what the hell were you thinking?!" Landon said, the words spilling out of his lips were drenched in venom. "What are you talking about?" she asked.

"Why? Why the heck would you send my weapons to the apartment?" he scolded. "So? Whenever you moved to a place I always bring your weapons back to the rightful owner."

"Yes, but you're entirely forgetting the fact that I'm not living alone now," he said through gritted teeth. Her eyes widened. "Oh crap! I totally forgot--"

"I'm going to kill you," Landon said flatly, taking out his gun and pointing it towards Ginger. But of course, she could see it coming so at the same time she took out both of hers and aim them at Landon.

"What's the problem? Scared?" someone taunted them after a few seconds of glaring at each other with their guns aimed at point blank range. Ginger and Landon seem to snapped out of their temper tantrum and looked around.

And there he was.

"My, my. It seems that Landon here starts to get a bit...distracted," he said, running his hands through his dark brown hair dramtically. "I wonder if that girl have got anything to do with it. Maybe making you move was a bad idea after all," he said.

"I'm not distracted," Landon said through gritted teeth. It was not fair. He did one simple mistake. Technically, it wasn't his fault that Amelia got too curious and decided to look into the damn box!

He was so angry he started to curse a box. How lovely.

"What's wrong with you Landon?" he tutted. "Don't you want to see dear, little Chris again?"

At once, he tensed up. He lowered down his weapon and glared at the person he loathed so much for so many years: Christian Adams Pike.

"You must have been wondering why I wanted you to move in with that girl."

To be honest, he wasn't really. But now that Christian had mentioned it...

"I have a task for you," Christian said, smirking.

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I heard the front door shut close. Oh no, I can't let him see--

Too late.

"Amelia? What...how?!"

"Don't worry, this is perfectly normal. I am perfectly fine," I said happily. He stared at me as if I just grew two heads. He stared at me for a while before I finally spilled the beans.

"It was early in the morning, and I'm not a morning person. So I want to make some coffee, but it's all out. I went to the grocery shop just around the corner...but I got so absent-minded that I..."

"You...?" he trailed off, as if he was dreading to hear what happened to me.

"I tripped and fell...and manage to hit my head on the lamp post..."

"Tripped on what?"

"...Nothing."

"Just tell me," he said, shaking his head.

"I'm serious. Literally, I tripped over nothing."

His lips parted and his eyebrow was raised. "I...what?"

I smiled sheepishly, but he still stared at me as if I'm some kind of an alien.

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not that clumsy," I said.

"Let me see the wound."

I remove my hand from my forehead.

"Oh geez."

"Is it that horrible?" I squeaked. He went to the kitchen and a minute later, he returned with a wet cloth. He threw it on my forehead.

Literally, threw it. I yelped in pain.

"Hold it there for a few minutes, or at least...until it stops bleeding."

I nodded.