“It’s like something out of a horror film,” she said.
“To a lot of people it probably is. It was no picnic. My story doesn’t end with a happily ever after, Scarlett, but for a lot of kids, it ended in pain, suffering, and death. Those assholes didn’t give a shit about anyone or anything.”
“Killing has become your life’s work.”
“It’s all I know, and it will always be what I know.” He pointed at his ink. “You think I didn’t fight for them? That I didn’t take beatings every single day to try and save them? None of our captors would listen. Some of the kids were no older than five, and they had no right to be there.”
“What about their families?” she asked. “There had to have been searches. People don’t just allow kids to be taken.”
“They don’t allow kids from good families to be taken, Scarlett. The world isn’t full of good people. Kids come and go, and no one gives a shit unless their parents do.”
The thought of those kids, alone and dying, broke her heart. “How old were you?”
He stared at her for the longest time, and with each second of silence her heart broke. “I was around ten years old. I was one of the first kids they took. We’re done talking tonight. I need you to finish washing.” He stood up, walking away. She looked at the vacant chair, and her heart broke for the boy he had once been. He was the oldest boy, and yet he’d been taken at such a young age.
“Bain?” She called his name, needing an answer to her question. He appeared in the doorway holding a pair of boxers and a really long shirt. “What happened to the people that took you?”
“They’re dead. Viper and I, together we made sure they were fucking annihilated.”
“Good.” And she meant that, deep in her soul. She was pleased those evil bastards were dead.
She finished washing her body and her hair in the scented soap. When she was done, Bain held out a towel. She stood up and took it.
“I thought you said you were shy.”
“I lied.”
****
The following day, Bain stood in the center of the apartment, keeping a safe distance away from the balconies. Lunch hour was fast approaching, and he’d already opened the door. This wasn’t the first time he’d thrown someone off a balcony, and it wouldn’t be the last. The furniture in the apartment was modern, black leather and abstract art. Not his style.
Sucking on his lollipop, he checked the time to see that he still had five minutes before the mark came walking through the front door.
There were going to be plenty of witnesses to the death, which was exactly what Boss wanted. Bain’s thoughts were not on the easy mark though. They were on the woman he’d stored in the trunk of his car after giving her a sedative. He could have left her home, but he couldn’t risk her
causing a problem. He liked his place, and he couldn’t stand mess. She’d probably trash the whole house.
He didn’t trust Boss either.
Bain wasn’t an idiot and figured Boss would find a way into his house and deal with Scarlett himself. People thought Bain was a cold and ruthless bastard, and yet they didn’t have a clue who Boss was. That man was a cold fucker. He’d stab you in the heart while laughing at one of your jokes. Even Bain was cautious around the owner of Killer of Kings.
The moment he thought about Scarlett, the image of her naked with bubbles running down her body filled his mind. She was sexy as fuck. Her curves were meant for a man’s loving. Her hips were wide and her ass plump. He didn’t know what he loved most, those big breasts with the large red nipples, or her thighs, which he could imagine wrapped around his waist as he fucked her hard.
She was the first woman that had ever affected him this way. He was trained in all kinds of seduction, taking women to new heights. When he was younger he was shown how to please a woman in every way. He’d been forced to practice on so many different women. Their faces had all blended together until he got no enjoyment from it at all. All pussy was the same. It was either tight or loose.
Since becoming a man, he’d taken plenty of women, but it had been on his own terms. Scarlett was different. Her lips last night had awakened him in some way, and a little part of him was freaking out.
One kiss from her, and his night had been filled with thoughts that an average teenage boy should be plagued with, not him.
He was past wet dreams and shit like that. When he’d woken up this morning, she had been wrapped in his arms, and his cock had been too fucking hard to deal with, the tip wet from his pre-cum. He’d been unable to resist running his hands up and down her glorious body, and yet that hadn’t been enough for him. Where was his unbreakable control? He didn’t have a clue what was happening to him.
Now he had to focus on the task and put those memories to rest. The sedative he’d given Scarlett before they left would start to wear off soon. He had timed it so that he’d be back at his place by the time she began screaming. Tick tock.
His cell phone went off, and he cursed. There were only a couple of minutes left, and he didn’t want to lose his element of surprise. Answering the call, he saw it was Boss. “Are you for fucking real right now? I’m on a job, and you think it’s the right time to call?”
“I missed you.”
He rolled his eyes. “What the fuck do you want?”