I heard muffled voices, both raised but
nothing beyond that. I sat rubbing my hands together and worrying
my lip as thoughts ran through my head faster than I could catch
them. I fell back onto the bed and my head hit my rifle. “Ow! Sweet
Witches glove!” I then cursed myself for using the words I was just
accused of using. For the first time in ten years I was angry at
who I was.
Why couldn’t have a normal job.
I went to push Baby off the bed, but stopped
and instead took her and moved the chair to face the window. Baby
pocketed in my shoulder and my eye to the sight, My Favorite Things
drifting through my head again and it calmed me more than I wanted
it too right now but I welcomed the comfort. I heard the door open
after a second of silence I spoke. “My name is Harley Shelton ten
years ago I was ripped from the arms of the men I was sure I was in
love with to be trained in professional assassination.
For the first year I was trained to be
sniper. I wasn’t the best in the company, but I wasn’t bad. I was
also enrolled in martial arts, gymnastics and self-defense classes.
Daddy said he wanted me to be prepared, that I was going to have a
harder time than my brother at certain things.
Then just after my eighteenth birthday I was
recruited for seduction kills I was taught multiple ways to seduce
a man or woman to be able to get close enough to kill them. About
the same time I was also being educated in poisons and hand to
hand.” I continued on everything that I have been taught and how I
was trained without ever turning around.
Finally I came to the end of my story, “so
you see for ten years I have learned and lived as a professional
hit man. I can kill a person a couple dozen different ways; of
course if you want electronic or automobile accident my brother’s
the one to call.”
I don’t know how much time I stood at that
window telling them who I was, really was, but at the end of the
recap of the last ten years I realized I had to turn around. The
silence was thick and I about choked on it till I heard Carson.
“Kitten,” he sort of gave a half chuckle “Harley I am sorry I
insulted you the way I did. I was just hurt and angry and should
have never taken it out on you in any way.”
“Oh sure now you’re just trying to be nice.”
I smiled then continued, “I’m sorry I rearranged the boys as I
did.” I smiled bashfully. “There are of course a few more
things.”
“Oh god kitten more?” Kyle sighed.
“Just a couple.” I walked to my purse and
pulled out the little box my brother had given me. “These are from
my brother.” And I placed the box in Carson’s hand and watched as
he opened the box. He cocked his brow. “Yes, it’s my whole family.
My father is the owner and my brother taught me sharp shooting and
long range – he’s better than I at it, but I can totally kick his
ass in hand to hand as you saw. You are also going to have to meet
them again now that you know the truth.” I put Baby back under the
bed just for comfort, “also, you don’t have to accept me but you
can never say anything to anyone. I don’t doubt for one moment your
abilities in keeping this secret, but it’s a rule in the company,
actually it’s
the
rule, ‘The one closest to the leak will
have to seal the leak’” I deadpanned. “And I could never do that so
it would then be my life I forfeit.”
Carson was the first one over the bed and
pulling me into his arms. “That will never happen I swear to it
Harley.”
Kyle’s arm joined into the hug. “Neither of
us will allow anything to happen to you Harley.” Another me
sandwich. I loved this.
But a dreaded thought entered my head. “You
aren’t going to leave me now are you?” I was abruptly cold with
fear then petted as they used to do when I was younger and had a
bad day, or in my case a bad class hour.
“Never.” Their voices so full of confidence
it made me cry again.
We stood like this for a few more minutes
when the silence again became thick. “Ok ask away.” They threw me
on the bed and curled up next to me and for the next two hours they
asked and I answered without much more than a second between
questions. It was a lot like the rapid fire interrogation technique
my father is proficient at. I laughed several times during the
hours we laid on the bed with them being curious little
monkeys.
There was a slight break in questions when
my stomach growled. “Ok food for the killer.” Kyle teased. I looked
into his eyes and asked the question. He answered without me saying
a word. “I’m good with it. The way I see it there have been several
times we have pissed you off I’m sure and you haven’t done anything
to harm us I mean meeting you in a dark alley – Oh! OH MY GOD!” the
realization apparent in his eyes.
“He was another employee sent to keep me on
my toes. We are allowed vacations but there will always be at least
one test during the trip.” I smiled. “I’ve gotten to go to several
countries because of the rule.”
“And to think we were running out to be the
heroes.”
“You have always been my heroes.” I kissed
Kyle on the cheek and he hopped up off the bed and went into
Carson’s room. I turned to Carson to repeat the sentiment when I
was on my back with no actual memory of getting there. “Yes
sir?”
“So I’m your hero?”
“Of course,” I flushed.
He leaned down and whispered into my ear. “I
now know everything I need to know. I know you have a dedicated
heart to your family. I know you love to be loved and, my personal
favorite item, a little anger and fight heightens your libido to
almost uncontrollable levels.” If it were possible I think his
voice deepened even more. “I plan on finding out how uncontrollable
it can get.” He kissed me on the cheek and rolled off the bed and I
was left in the middle of the bed in a big pile of feel good
goo.
“Come on, if we go eat now we can get back
for afternoon classes.” Kyle cheered as he walked through the
room.
“You know cheerful people annoy me…” He
laughed as he opened the door and held it for me purse and sun
glasses in hand. I was just outside the door when it shut behind me
and I remembered my phone, sitting on my nightstand. “Here hold
this a sec.” I pushed my bag into his chest and ran to Carson’s
door as he was just opened it. “I forgot my phone.” I ran through
his room and grabbed my phone and out through my door just as Kyle
found the secret compartment and my Glock. I watched as he expertly
dropped the magazine and cleared the chamber then did it in reverse
and set the safety and slide it back in. “She’s always with
me.”
“She’s a good weapon” he handed back my
purse and said nothing more. Carson took my left hand and Kyle took
my right and off we went down the hall to the elevator. I pushed
the button and apprehension came over me but before I could suggest
taking the stairs the elevator dinged and opened. I took a deep
breath and stepped in. the doors closed and nothing. I noticed no
tension. “Well this is different.” Kyle spoke, breaking the
silence.
“So you noticed it before?”
“Who couldn’t?” Carson replied. We all
laughed and laughed all the way through the lobby and out the doors
that led to courtyard.
The smell of bar-b-cue hit me immediately
and I was in the lead heading to the food with the guys laughing in
my wake. As I approached the tables and grills I was ravished and
needed to eat but then I saw who was running the booth and about
lost my appetite. “Come on kitten you can do it.” I stiffened my
spine and walked to Rebecca, Becky, Betsy, Stephanie, Tiffany and
Marcy. Marcy was the only one who didn’t look beyond thrilled to be
there.
Kyle stepped in front of me and I mumbled.
“After everything I told you today, that was a very stupid thing to
do.” He chuckled and ordered. Carson stood at my back and I flushed
at the memory of the last time he was behind me. His hands were
warm on my shoulders and I shivered at the contact. Wolf’s Bane
these two have way too much control over my body – especially
Carson right now.
“You’re up kitten.” He purred into my ear. I
jumped up to the counter.
“Hiya, nice to see you again.” Rebecca spoke
in an obnoxious way. “Didn’t see you for dessert last night.”
“There was dessert?” my interest piqued.
“Oh yes, we had a very delicate mousse.” Oh
someone poison me with arsenic her voice was nasally, was it always
like that, how’d I not notice that last night?
“Noticed what last night?”
“How beautiful your hair is.” Her eyes
widened and all the girls behind the counter turned and stared at
me and Marcy flashed me a smile. Marcy’s smile I returned and then
I ordered.
It took her a few second to collect herself
and then said. “Hairy?”
“Harley, it’s always been Harley!” I said
calmly then placed my order, “I would like a rack of the ribs and a
pulled pork sandwich, oh and a large order of the fries and a soda.
Please.”
She cleared her throat, “will that be all
for the both of you?”
“Oh no that’s just for me; I don’t know what
he’s eating.” I thumbed behind me and heard him chuckle.
“Ok so that’s going to be ten fifty.” I
handed her cash and got my change. “We didn’t see you in the
classes this morning…” question implied, what question I had no
idea but she opened that door so I walked in.
I stepped to the side and Carson stepped
forward. “I was…sleeping late…” I looked longing up to Carson who
smiled down at me. Then I stepped intimately closed to Kyle and he
put his arm around me and I looked back to Rebecca. Her eyes wide
with disbelief and then Carson drew her attention away from me.
“You know that was very naughty…” Kyle
whispered
“If I had a handle bar moustache I would
twirl it, but I don’t, so spank me.”
“I intend to, later.” His eyes darkened into
me.
“Just after the dance tonight, as it is I
have to figure out another way to wear my dress tonight to cover
the bruises I have…” his eyes darkened further as he gave me a
crooked grin and pressed a finger to the one across my back I
moaned softly. “Now that’s not nice.”
“Oh my kingdom for a handle bar moustache.”
He quipped and I laughed as I followed him with food in my hands to
a table. The three of us sat eating, oblivious to the looks and
rumors that were circling around us. We simply didn’t care, well I
knew I didn’t care and from the smiles they didn’t either.
When we were finished eating we were walking
back to the hotel because Carson and I had class in the hotel
kitchen and Kyle had to head out to the beach for riding class. We
were talking and joking about high school lunch hour when it
happened. It came out of nowhere, I was attacked.
By a lounge chair.
“MANDRAKE!” Everything happened in slow
motion. I was falling backwards and I knew the only thing behind me
was the pool and I was going to get wet. Carson reached for me but
caught my bag instead. Thank Glock! Then I watched as my momentum
pulled him off balance and he dropped my purse on the deck. Thank
Glock again! Then that was it, I fell straight back into the pool
and Carson came tumbling ass over tea kettle after me. When I came
up for air Kyle was bent over laughing and I watched in humorous
horror as Carson popped out of the water and pulled Kyle down with
him.
While the two of them wrestled in the water
I waded to the steps and got out. Sopping wet and without a towel I
sat on the chair and waited for the boys to quit playing and get
out. The good news: they stopping fighting, the bad news: they had
caused a scene.
Sure enough all the girls including Rebecca
and her pussy posse had all gathered around waiting to see what
would happen. I too was intrigued when a man asked me. “Are you
alright, do you need a towel?”
“Yes a towel would be great thanks.” I
finally noticed that there were about five men gathered around me
and wondered what they wanted. I was handed a towel and one was
placed over my shoulders and one set of hands lingered a bit
longer. “Keep touching me and you will lose the function of your
right side.” The hands went away and I covered up and started
drying off. Then the moment came when they got to the side of the
pool.
There were instant conceptions all
around.
Two sets of hands braced on the pool deck,
and like a slow motion movie the two men popped out of the pool,
water splashing everywhere and dripping off their hair and down
their noses. Then their chests were exposed, a white shirt clinging
to a thin wide chest, chest of a swimmer with defined muscles, but
not overtly built, the biceps and triceps were both moving in a
dance of motion (I heard sighing from the women, and I think a man)
and the shirt stuck to his chest, abs, and arms and moved as he
moved slowly and seductively.
The blue shirt was clinging to a built chest
with rounded shoulders that led to the bicep which seemed to be
relaxed while his triceps flexed and danced with the shirt. His
pecks flexed as well as the shirt slick with water seemed to melt
over his body. His abs constricted as he went to twist his body so
he could sit on the edge of the pool and the muscles in his sides
twisted calling attention to themselves (here I think a woman
fainted) then straighten out as he relaxed.
I watched as the two of them sat with their
feet till in the water and shaking off excess water. They each gave
the other a shove and went to stand up, that’s when I sprang into
action. “Here need a towel?” I slapped a towel over each, just
below the waist line and heard a collection of sad sighs. I
giggled. “If you two are done horsing around we still have classes
to attend and I need to change.” They nodded and we walked toward
the lobby.
“Kit! Kit baby, where have you been hiding?”
A high pitched feminine voice hollered out from the crowd. I turned
and saw a willowy woman walk out of the crowd and saw Carson’s face
pale.