Nothing Personal (Faith/Alias)
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: Faith/Julian SarkDisclaimer
: I do no own these characters and no profit is being made from the use of them. Nothing Personal
He tilted her chin, drew a thumb across her still flushed cheek as wide brown eyes stared up at Julian, through him. Thin fingers slid from her cheek to the caress her jaw and skim her shoulder before lightly tracing the tribal design inked onto her skin. Pale eyes narrowed on the marking, lips dipping as if the tattoo was an imperfection he had found on a masterpiece.
His head inclined, brows pulling together as he shifted, the mattress coils giving a groan in protest as he removed a handkerchief from the pocket of his jacket and turned back to his newest conquest. His lips pulled upward, a halfhearted smile as he whispered, “Nothing personal,” and wiped at the bit of blood that leaked from the neat hole above the bridge of her nose.
He rose, covered her nude body and the one of her lover with white linen before he made his way back to the door, past the knife buried to the hilt in the wall beside were his head had been and his lips spread wide with how close she had come. How exhilarating, how beautiful she had been.
It truly was nothing personal, just good business. The End.