Desire...

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I am a witness...

I am a witness...

We rode out of the airport in a bright red sports car that he must have had stored there. Out of the city and into the mountains. I have no idea what kind of car it was. I would have to ask him.

It was beautiful here. I had never seen country like this.

Sure, Oregon was pretty too, but not like this.

Not to mention how cool I felt when Kilo opened the door for me and I slid into the front seat of the car.

He was driving, so he wanted me next to him. That left Parker and Derren cramped in the backseat.

I wasn’t going to argue.

We drove for two hours before we pulled up in front of a beautiful cabin nestled in the mountains.

It was straight out of a storybook, picturesque, perfect.

We followed Kilo into the house and I marveled at the homely surroundings. I half expected his grandmother to come out of the kitchen. I wondered who kept the place up when he was gone.

Or if maybe, he’s here more often then not.

“Wow, Kilo,“Parker said. “Impressive.”

“Nice,” Derren agreed. I looked at him and he smiled at me slowly, a cruel, sinister shadow crossed his features. “Lots of trees and woods around here.”

Kilo didn’t seem to notice his double meaning. Either that or he didn’t care. “Excuse me for a second guys. I have a phone call to make. Desire, come with me.”

“Okay,” I said, tearing my eyes from Derren’s and following Kilo up a polished wooden stairway.

He led me to a very traditionally decorated master bedroom and began digging through one of the drawers.

“I have an extra cell phone in here somewhere,” he said as I took in the king sized bed with it’s canopy and gossamer curtains. White, the entire thing was white. Virginal white. “There we go.”

He turned to me and gestured toward the bed. “Get comfy.I’m going to take my call outside.I’ll be right back,” he said and exited the room, closing the door behind him.

I nodded, watching him leave. I thought about the job he was offering.

If I say no will he still let me go home?

Probably...?

Maybe he just wants me to commit a crime so that he can ensure my silence, and then, I’m sure I would never see him again.

The depressing sensation that followed that thought was shocking. I’d go back to life as usual at home. Avoiding all of the guys at my school because I just wasn’t into them.

I mean, sure, they were nice enough. Some of them were even pretty good looking but...

None of them ever did it for me.

They were all...plain.

No not plain.

They were all good.

Good guys.

“There’s nothing wrong with good guys Desi,” I said to myself as I walked up to the full length window that looked out toward the driveway.

At least there’s not supposed to be, but the fact that I am incredibly attracted to a kidnapping murderer is not a good sign.

I shuddered as I thought about the way he touched me on the plane. I had never felt that kind of desire before. It was half adrenaline and half lust. He was sexy, for sure. A bad ass, no question. A murderer. God help me, am I terrible to want him like I do?

I watched him kill someone.

Honestly, when the gun went off, for a second I thought he shot me. Scariest moment of my life so far.

Is he capable of pretending to care about me just to keep me quiet? Just to keep me behaved?

More than likely, the answer to that question is yes.

I can’t even begin to imagine what goes on in a killer’s head, because I am not a killer.

No.

I am a witness.

Fuck.


I left her in my room and went downstairs. I don’t think she’s in escape mode anymore thank God. I need to go and see my uncle and get her some clothes to wear.

“What’s on your mind Kilo?” Derren asked as I stood there simply staring at them both.

“You two will take the spare bedrooms at the front of the hall. She’ll be with me. I need to go and see my uncle. Parker you’re coming with me.” I didn’t want him anywhere near Desire. The jealousy that came over me whenever he looked at her was life threatening. Not for me, but for him. ”Derren, you keep an eye on her until we get back.”

“Are you sure about this?” He asked, incredulously and I groaned.

“Yes, Derren. I’m sure.”

“I mean keeping her around?” Derren snapped. “Is it smart?”

“He likes her too much,” Parker sighed, chuckling. “He’s going to get us all pinched.”

“Shut up Parker,” I said smoothly, scratching my chin in annoyance. “If you want to go it alone, there’s the door.”

“We should have dumped her in the States Kilo and you know it!” Derren said and I laughed. Then he gathered himself up and said, “Let me take her for a walk in the woods. I’ll take care of it since you don’t seem to be able to.”

I saw red, but I did my best not to let it show. “If you touch even a hair on her perfect little head I’ll fucken shoot you myself.” I winked at him.

Then I’ll shoot you again - and again - and again - until there aren’t anymore bullets in my gun - and that’s when your beating will start.

“Understood?” I said quietly.

He rolled his eyes and shook his head in anger.

“She’s going to help us with Marco and Dale,” I added. “She’s going to join us in Barcelona for a little pay back. I want what we were owed and I want Dale to pay for her sins. I’m going to kill that stupid bitch.”

“About fucking time,” he said. “I tried telling you it was a set up.”

“Alright D. I know you did, but I didn’t think the bitch was that stupid. My mistake,” I said.

He nodded and Parker said, “So we get Dale and Marco. Then what?”

“Then you and Derren are free to go, you can meet me in Italy. Then, I’ll handle Doll Face.” I said quietly.

In more ways than one. Sideways, and front ways, and back ways, and both ways. Sundays through Mondays.

I shook myself, the images were getting me hard again.

“No I don’t think so.” Derren said. He wasn’t buying it. “What if she talks? I can’t just leave her to you.”

Now I was angry. I stepped up in his face and spoke in the kind of voice I usually reserved for a slow kill. “Talks about what? Huh D? About how she went to Spain with us after vacationing in Russia then helped us to kill two people? About how she lured Edgar out of the bar so that I could take him out? What’s she got to talk about at that point? I’ve got this.” I said. Then I sighed, the guilt from the dispassionate way I spoke about her getting to me. “I don’t want to kill her. She had nothing to do with any of this. She’s-”

“She’s a liability!” Parker said cutting me off. “I wish you’d just hit that already so you could pull your head out of your ass. I mean how hard can it be to get some pussy you’ve already had in your bed twice?” Then he laughed and it took every ounce of my control to keep myself from dislocating his jaw.

“She’s not that kind of girl,” I laughed. “She’s like a fine wine. She needs to be ready. So shut the fuck up, because if she hears us? All bets are off.” I pointed upstairs for effect.

“I knew it,” Derren said, not believing one word of my speech. “You like her. I mean you, really like her. Fuck.”

I said nothing and I felt the heat rise to my cheeks.

If I’m red I’ll fucken kill myself.

“Whatever,” he said and laughed. “The best she’s got on me is the robbery so, it’s really your problem Kilo. If she talks, it’ll be your ass not mine.”

“Who is she going to talk to?” I asked. “God? My uncle? The Russian Authorities?” I giggled. “That’s a laugh. Besides, I plan to make sure that she’s completely attached to me by the time she goes home. If, she goes home.” I winked. “Parker, let’s go.”


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