“Beggar, he's moved on."
Killer has since taken off his boots and has his feet up on the bed. Kylie stopped in and brought snacks and a burger for him to eat. Killer loves food, he also burns energy as fast as he could eat it.
We talked about a lot.
But that statement that came seconds ago has me closing my eyes as I nod sharply.
I need to accept that. My intention wasn't to ask Killer about Zero. It just slipped out. Human nature. Guess I have always had a curious mind.
"Falon."
"No, he came clean to Falon. Woman's name is Quinn, she was a military nurse. Retired last year joined us a few months back. She came to Kanla just a couple of weeks before Zero got deployed and went to Hong Kong."
"Quinn. I am happy for him," I say her name and those words, and it is true words.
Zero has moved on, I am happy. Him and I aren't meant to be, never were. I pick up the letter from next to my bed and get up.
Killer drops his legs, letting me pass him as I go to the dressing table and grab the black handled scissors Kylie used to trim my hair. Knife to paper, I cut the letter up in shreds. Don't want to hear his words, I never needed them.
As the pieces fall on the floor Killer comes into my line of sight and starts picking it up.
"I don't know much about this shit but maybe you should comeback and sort shit with him, he'll be back soon. The brother hasn't been the same since you left and I know you used to give him shit. That must mean he wants you busting his balls."
I smile at Killer's logic, but my mind sobers, this is what I wanted.
What I expected.
Why does it still make my chest pain?
This news should make me feel relieved yet all I feel is an overwhelming pain.
A few weeks with Kylie in this house and I got soft.
I forgot my hard lessons, I should never forget them. I still got two people to kill and one of them is Thorn, Zero's brother.
That should be my focus now, not him and his Quinn.
My mind hardens, remembering my nights in the cold, my foster father raping me.
One of us had to die and it
of the same emptiness of his, look right at Killer, he can
filthy, dirty beggar. But Kylie is right I am
to the walk in closet and
A biker jacket.
way he does it, so familiar, like
Diamonds room, why did
and track pants with a folded jeans to
reaction speaks more than an entire conversation, now change
don't bat an eye, maybe some woman would, but I am not other women. I
are off my body as I slip on the jacket with nothing underneath
pants,” Killer says when
stands behind me and his cold hard hands grip the back
bit pressure on it, forcing
everything he has done to you and only then will we kill him,” Killer whispers
words aren't a promise, or words said out of anger and passion as Zero once
a fact, a happening- A
in a room that I know that the
have made friends with the devil.
from the top of the stairs as we both
be ready in ten, I ain't riding to that shit dump Storm took me to last time, so you better make it good,” She screams from down stairs and I see a glimpse
gloves, it's on my bike,” Of course you did, I think to
Killer with his plan.
are finally outside. I am behind
on, and my gloved hands are on his lower
a one piece black and blue leather outfit with
that Killer calls a ninja. He said it is very fast. Kylie starts her bike up and salutes us,
touches my
night I jumped on his bike. I was wearing Storm's
and I felt free. For that time I wasn't someone with a past or present. I was
speeds up as we ride through Medina, Seattle. The most affluent area in Washington's
through the quiet roads. I see houses that
know, I now live in
turn around a bend, my body moves with