Sullivan grinned and he kissed her deeply, his hand cupping around her cheek while one stayed firmly gripped to the steering wheel. “You are my life.” He whispered, stroking her cheek and then her hair. She really was his lifeline. Without her, he wouldn’t survive.
Six months later, Brooklyn, New York.
Almost six months had passed and they both were now settled happily together in Brooklyn. They had new names by day, new paperwork, completely new identities. Sullivan knew this guy in high school who was now a glorious hacker and knew how to ‘fix’ identities. There was no record of a Sullivan or Lillith. They were the Mulligan’s now, husband and wife. They had gotten married when they first came into New York. Then once they got a place in Brooklyn, he called that friend of his and it was all squared away. By day, he was Rhys Mulligan and by night, he was Sullivan Grant, murderer of the wretched who inflict pain on the poor and unfortunate.
He and Lillith kept a list of all the rapists, murderers, serial killers and all the bad guys out there and they took it upon themselves to exterminate the world of them. He worked as Rhys in an office for this manufacturing company, making 80k a year. Plenty to support his entire family with a baby on the way. Yes, he got his dream come true of having Lillith barefoot and pregnant in his kitchen. She was almost six months along now and there was just plenty more of her to love.
It was a busy day at the office that day but come three o’clock, he was off clock, took a cab back to their home in Brooklyn and he walked through the door. His suit jacket was draped over his arm, he loosened his blue tie and he ran his hand through his nearly coiffed hair to messy it up. This wasn’t him one bit but a cover was a cover and he’d do anything to ensure that he, the woman he loved and their soon to be baby were always protected and never harmed. They wouldn’t ever get caught now. As far at the world was concerned, Sullivan and Lillith were dead. No one could trace them. Not…yet at least.
“Lillith?” He called out as he walked inside, placing his briefcase down by the hallway table and taking his dress shoes off. He worked to unfasten his cuffs on his shirt and swept a hand lazily once more through his dark locks and stopped in the kitchen. His smile turned a grin and he leaned against the doorframe, crossing his strong arms over his covered lean chest and his eyes were glued to the beautiful sight of his very pregnant wife.