CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

POWER

I watched Hendrik taking off his leather jacket and hung it o the hook just beside the door. Sweat dripped down his neck and his hands were stained with blood. Chills ran down my spine still with my eyes on him, not sure if he was aware of my presence.

He took off his T-shirt wiped his bloody hands before tossing it on the floor. He glanced at me then shifted his eyes back on the leather jacket hung on the hook before him. My eyes suddenly caught sight of the fire arm tucked at the back of his pants. He slid his hands inside the pockets.

I placed my foot on the floor, heading toward him slowly. I noticed his hands stopped moving and the corner of his eye kept its attention locked on me. Like a predator observing its prey. I embraced his waist. I felt his body tense up. The smell of sweat and cigarettes filled my nose as I held on him even more tightly.

“Tired?” I softly asked.

After that question I felt his hands untightening my g