Chapter 13

The Retired Hitman's Quiet Life

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Tooth Fairy.

The nickname itself was not exactly the coolest name for a professional hired killer...

However, the person who holds the name has been highly recommended among the elites for almost fifteen years. Under the guidance of his boss and mentor, Fairy Godfather, who owns one of the most well-known and respected assassination agencies on the black market, Tooth Fairy built a flawless record that earned him the title of "The Extractor." He began his career as a hitman at the age of seventeen. Since then, he has quickly gained a reputation as one of the most efficient hitmen in the business, with a notorious record of never missing a single target. Customers have no complaints about him, and political figures, business leaders, and high-profile rivals often requested him specifically for delicate, confidential, and high-risk assignments.

However, five years ago, something unexpected happened.

Right after completing a high-profile assignment, Tooth Fairy immediately retired as a hired killer the next day, and no one knows the reason why, not even Fairy Godfather himself.

Since then, everything has changed.

Now, five years later, Tooth Fairy lives quietly as a normal citizen under a new name: Allen Flynn. And while he no longer kills people...well, he still kills something.

"There are already a lot of them in my store, and I don't want to get in trouble with the inspectors. Can you find a way to get them out of my store?"

Allen didn't answer. Instead, he calmly stepped into the storage room where his targets awaited. Of course, he was dressed in full protective gear. He wore a white overall with a hood, a respirator mask, blue disposable gloves, and black protective boots. A backpack sprayer tank was also secured on his back with a spray wand ready in his hand, and some tools clipped securely on his waist.

The moment Allen entered the room, he was greeted by a few pieces of broken equipment, several piles of empty cartons and boxes, and so many small rat droppings.

Yes. Rats.

Allen Flynn's job was to hunt and kill these pests. Today, he was better known as the Rodent Exterminator.

"Looks like this is going to get messy," Allen said to himself as he tightened the strap of his backpack sprayer and breathed deeply through his respirator. When he stepped into the room, everything fell unusually quiet. The only sound that he could hear was the soft rustling sound above him. It was quick, light, and skittering across the wooden ceiling.

There seem to be a lot of them up there, and that was Allen's cue to move.

So the man decided to step forward and scan the room for any signs of them (the rats, of course). Fortunately, he didn't have to wait long because a rat suddenly darted across the floor and slipped past an empty spice carton lying on its side. Allen reacted instantly the moment he saw the target. He reached for his belt and grabbed a slender throwing knife. Then, he flicked his wrist and let the blade strike cleanly on the rat, stopping it in its tracks.

The poor thing died in an instant.

Allen's next move was to determine the source of the rats. He traced the path of the one he had just taken down and followed its trail until he reached a corner behind a stack of boxes. There, he found a large hole in the wall. And clearly, it was the rats' main entry point.

Upon finding the source, he didn't hesitate to finish the job. He lifted the spray wand and aimed it at the opening. Then, he released a steady stream of controlled-use rodenticide mist approved only for industrial pest control. Allen let the chemical settle completely into the burrow, and within minutes, several rats scrambled out in a panic before collapsing one by one.

However, a few rats had managed to slip past the mist and make a run for it. But they didn't get far. Allen's eyes tracked their movements instantly, and his hands were just as quick as his eyes. He drew several knives from his belt and sent them flying in rapid succession. Each blade found its target, stopping the fleeing rats before they could completely manage to escape. All of them suffered head injuries, so there was no hope of their survival.

It took Allen half the day to clean the entire place. He sealed every hole he found, added protective barriers, and set up additional traps to prevent the rats from returning.

"As much as possible, keep the warehouse clean so the rats won't have anywhere to settle," he instructed the owner as he bagged the rodents one by one for proper disposal.

"Oh, thank you very much!"

Allen didn't answer. He didn't smile and didn't offer goodbye. The moment his work was done, he simply turned and walked out.

This had been Tooth Fairy's life for the past five years, ever since he retired as a hitman. And believe it or not, he actually enjoyed his new life. Working as an ordinary exterminator gave him plenty of time and freedom for the things he secretly loved, such as caring for his rescued cat, Husk, and chatting with random strangers on gay web forums.

Yes, Allen was gay, and it was no surprise that most people would never have guessed his orientation. He was handsome, confidently masculine, and built like someone who never skipped a day at the gym. In fact, Allen often drew attention due to his admiring looks, especially from women who assumed he was straight.

Unfortunately for the girls, Allen only dated men.

But even though Allen had dated plenty of men for the past five years, none of his relationships ever lasted long. Communication was always the issue, and sooner or later, it led to a breakup.

Another problem was Allen himself. He wasn't great at communicating in person—his tone, his short, vague answers, and the way he held himself often led others to misunderstand him. His feelings also never ran very deep with people. Even when a relationship ended, he rarely felt regret. It was as if he simply moved on without looking back. Maybe because his former job as a hitman had taught him to be numb, especially when it came to showing basic human emotions and love.

But online, Allen was different. In chat, he found it easier to open up, talk freely, and be himself. That was why he preferred chatting online over meeting people in person.

But everything changed one day when Allen saw a weird post on their group's private page. Someone had posted an advertisement looking for a fake lover. And not just any lover, but one with downright unattractive qualities. At first glance, it seemed absurd. Who in their right mind would look for someone who was the complete opposite of what most people considered ideal?

But for Allen, the said post was intriguing because it stood out from anything he'd seen before. One of Allen's biggest turn-ons had always been people who thought in unconventional ways.

And that person was someone with the username Eric25.

Curiosity got the better of Allen, and as a result, he ended up putting together a résumé.

Yes. A complete job résumé, though Allen intentionally left out any photo of himself to make sure he wouldn't be chosen merely because of his good looks.

After crafting his résumé, he listed every quality Eric25 was looking for. Surprisingly, many of those traits were matched to him, except for one detail:

His previous occupation was a hitman.

Obviously, he couldn't include that. So under "Previous Occupation," he simply wrote: Retired.

Then, he DM Eric25 and wrote a short message:

I am interested in applying as your fake lover.

Then, Allen hit "send" the moment his résumé was fully attached.

Actually, Allen didn't expect any response from Eric25. He assumed the guy was just fooling around about his ad looking for a fake lover, and Allen only played along by sending in his résumé in response to the posted ad. So he was genuinely surprised when Eric25 replied. He was even more surprised to learn that the man was serious about finding a fake lover, serious enough that the guy even arranged a meeting with him just to discuss the "job."

Allen honestly hesitated.

He knew the whole thing wasn't meant to be serious, yet for some reason, he wanted to go through with it. Or maybe what he really wanted was to meet Eric25 in person.

Whichever reason it was, Allen couldn't deny the spark it gave him. It was a strange, unexpected excitement he hadn't felt in nearly fifteen years, not since he'd stopped taking lives and started trying to live one.

So Allen typed his response...

"Okay, let's meet at Master Brews at 2 p.m."

Then, he hit send.

And the rest, as they say, was history.