His huge fucking bare-naked back, every single inch appearing like it’s inked, the colour of tanned skin mixing with darkened shades.
The alert we’ve been waiting for comes through, and we both startle as it spears through the silence.
“She replied,” Regina says, and I rise from my seat to look over her shoulder and read the message.
User V: I am so sorry. The reason I haven’t been answering much is because I managed to find my son. Thank you so much for your help. You don’t know how much it means to me that someone was willing to help me.
User V: However, I would still like John to be dealt with. I will send funds as soon as it’s been completed. I can’t risk him doing this to us again. If you need more evidence of his crimes, I have plenty.
I push off from the table, rubbing my eyes with the heels of my palms.
“Well, at least the kid’s back with his mom,” Regina says, letting out a relieved sigh as she looks up at me.
“Yeah,” I breathe, grateful that I’m not having to get myself into something I have no experience with.
That was the biggest cloud hanging over my abilities for this mark.
If anything had happened to him, that’s a guilt I’m not sure how I would carry.
I risk my own life doing this, but I won’t let anyone innocent get stuck in the crossfire.
My gaze shifts over to the bedroom door, it lying slightly ajar and revealing the bed, the black sleek carbon case placed on top of it, containing my rifle.
Dark fog feels like it’s leaking out of it, my alter ago trying to entice me out to play.
This one looks like I’ll be doing a long-distance shot.
“Let’s get this over with.”
15
Indie
Church - Chase Atlantic
Age Twenty-One
We’vehadastormrolling over since last night; the power is still off and expected to be until this evening.
My gaze travels across the darkened backyard, watching the trees sway in motion as the wind whips around them.
“I have an idea.” I turn my head to look at Saint.
He’s sitting on the edge of the bed, legs splayed wide and elbows on his knees, texting on his phone in nothing but his sweatpants.
His gaze lazily glides up to meet mine, his tongue darting out over his bottom lip.
“I’m listening,” he says, tossing the phone onto the bed when he rises.
He walks over to me, my back pressing against the cool glass window as his hands cage me in at either side, gripping the window frame.
It’s been almost over a year since we’ve been together, and if I thought I was living before—I’m truly alive now.
We might have thought we knew each other before, but learning someone so intimately? All their hidden secrets, their little habits that no one else likely picks up on?
That’s been my favourite part.
“Do you want to play hide and seek?” I ask sheepishly.
