20. TRAPPED

The heavy hand holding me down wasn’t there when I woke up.

The warm strong body wasn’t there when my eyes opened and I could only chase the scent from his pillow. To make it worse the rain was pouring outside. I lay there for a second listening to sounds but none came besides the harsh rain. I pulled back the blankets and slid out. Slowly I made my way to the bathroom, stark naked. No one was there. I peed and brushed my teeth.

The shower door was still foggy so Kein had probably left.

Had he left for another job?

From the way he fucked me yesterday, I was sure he was not in a condition to go assassin someone’s ass. I went back to the room, sliding back in bed and lay on his side. It was barely warm and his scent clung by pure stubbornness. It showed he rarely slept in his bed. I tucked myself then just lay there.

The images from my dream drifted in one after another.

Finally I was forced to think and process what I had seen. I had seen so much. I had seen my father shoot his women r