Greenwich, Rhode Island – June 3nd, 2013, early morning
There’s no going back anymore. This is it. She will come to know everything.
And I will give her everything … including myself.
Adrenaline still zings through my veins, making it impossible for me to look anywhere else but at her. I don’t even care about the wound on my shoulder. My eyes are glued to her skin, hungry for the blood that seeps from her veins, and I long to feel her pulse quicken under my touch.
Chasing after her with a fully loaded gun with the intent to shoot her if she went too far and was in danger of being caught has me high. High on the hunt, high on her. I love how it feels, so powerful, like I could conquer the world and kill everything in my path. Like I’m unstoppable.
It’s impossible to quit ravaging her. I desire her, her body, her taste. God, her blood was delicious, just like her skin, and her mouth, and her pussy. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want to spank her for running and then fuck her right now, right here, in the back of my car. Hard.
But I have to think of her, too. I can’t be just a selfish ass, even though I’m so very tempted to just go for it. If I want to improve and be a better man, I have to start now. Trust is what I need for control, and her trust in me has been shattered. Building it up again will be a long road to walk.
Dawn has come. I tell my driver to stop at a local clinic, and I immediately get out after telling him to lock the doors behind me. Lillith bangs the windows while I walk inside and beckon the receptionist to listen.
“I need a doctor. Now.”
“You can sit in the waiting room over there,” she says, pointing at a few plastic chairs, which look like they’re about to crumble.
Sighing loudly, I rummage through my pocket and take out a wad of cash, chucking it on her desk. “Take it. Now bring me to a doctor.”
She’s speechless for a second, staring at the cash like she’s never seen it.
“There’s more where that came from,” I say.
“I can’t take this …”
I lean on her desk, squinting, threatening her with my eyes. “You can.”
She swallows, trembling in place. Then a plastic smile forms on her face. “Come this way, sir.”
I smile back. “Good.”
I’m an asshole, but I don’t care right now. While she tucks the cash into her pocket, she points at the door. I walk inside and meet the doctor. I throw him some cash, too, and persuade him not to tell anyone about this bullet wound. He takes out the bullet while I bite a plastic tube. There’s no time for the anesthetics to kick in properly. After he stitches me back up, I force him to take more cash as a means to keep him quiet. Then I walk out of there, never to be seen again. I got what I was after, but nobody can know I was here. If the guys from Genesis found out, they’d know that I’m not taking her back to the hospital. They’d realize that I’m thwarting their plans.
No, the best action right now is to lay low and be as inconspicuous as possible. So I immediately get back into the car with Lillith, who looks angrier than a wet cat.
I tell my driver to start the car again, and I throw my coat over the back. It’s then that her eyes peruse the patch on my shoulder.
“So that’s what you were off to do.”
“Had to remove it before it became infected.”
She frowns then averts her eyes again. I lift my finger to move away a strand of her hair so I can see her, but she cocks her head to avoid my touch. She’s still afraid of me; I can sense it. Her sweaty palms shake as she attempts to curb her anxiety. Her eyes skid from left to right, from me to the window, to keep an eye on both her environment and me. She’s desperately trying to lash onto anything tangible, real, as if this is all a dream and she’ll soon wake up.
Unfortunately, this nightmare has only just begun.
She clears her throat and then gives me a look from under her lashes, like she suddenly means business. “So … have you always been into the killing?”
At first, I don’t know how to react. I can’t stop from bursting into laughter, but when I realize that she’s actually serious about this, I stop and frown. “You’re serious?”
“Yes. Since you seemed to enjoy hunting me, I’m wondering if this has become a regular activity for you.”
“No …” I say dead serious, “to the enjoying part. Although, I have to admit that I quite enjoyed hunting you. There is a certain thrill to it.” I lick my lips and I think I catch her quivering from it.
“So you actually do this often?”
“Yes, but not in the way that you think. And I don’t get shot often, either.”