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Secret Ride 2 (POEM) Tamer Version

He came at night,

On a wind of heat.

A bead of sweat,

On lips so sweet.

“Come with me”

He whispered close.

They are all asleep,

Said, my sexy host.

I crawled out of bed.

On crumpled sheets.

A teddy that cling,

To my heat.

Just be quiet.

It will be fun.

No one will know,

Not even one.

Once inside the fun began.

I held on,

To my mystery man.

The ride was fast.

Loose and free.

For that night was meant for me.

Once it was over,

And I was back in bed.

A whispered goodbye.

And a kiss on my head.

When the dawn rose,

And I saw the first rays,

I went to my window,

And there he stood,

And there he’ll stays.

(How do you like? Let’s talk. Till Next we meet. Fia)

Secret Ride (POEM) Rated R

I wanted to be tied,

I wanted to be teased,

He wanted to get me,

To his knees.

Oh so wet,

Oh so hard,

Wanting to  scream,

Till I see stars.

One little whip,

One little sting,

Makes little you.

Jump on a spring.

You say it’s a pulse,

It responds to a beat,

What is it called,

If I’m in heat?

Watch it glisten,

Watch it shine,

Twinkling diamonds,

Rolling behind.

To my back,

Massage the mounds,

Deepening moans,

Intensified sounds.

You wanted to play,

I wanted to see,

With tightening ropes,

On a Malabo breeze.

Is it time?

To take it there.

Wicked smiles,

Devilish glare,

This is our secret.

No, it’s not.

We have to keep it.

Not if you hit that spot.

Time has run out.

I’m wound tight on a string.

It’s time to do,

This devilish thing.

Once we are done.

And all has been tried.

No one knew,

I took that ride.

(Let me know how this made you feel. Likes are always welcome. But you can speak too.)

Draw (POEM)

 

The tip marks a silver trail

Shiver with intense heat

Grabbing the cold rail

Waiting for a beat

You wanted to remember.

I wanted to let go

Your eyes show the embers.

Losing control

“Please”

“No”

Lingering point

Feather-light pressure

Soft cry

Deep pleasure.

I can’t escape this

You want to have this

Why wait for this

I want to play with this

The Beast in a Red Dress pt 5 (Tention) Rated R

 

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

Tyler

I hate this assignment. When I was told that there was going to be a young girl assigned. My immediate reaction was “hell no”. I will not protect anyone. I am here to eliminate and that is it.

Then I saw the amount of money and I almost had mini stroked from it. They gave me the barest of information. The picture of a tall man who works at the university was to be my target. That shit did not help. I was told that to lure him out I would need a decoy.

The shit head likes them really young. That is where Angel comes in. When I first saw her, I thought she must have done something really bad to be set up to be bait. As I get to know her, I can see why.

She has a defiance in her that needs to be taken in hand. She is quiet but her eyes convey so much more. I watched her on the video. She could run and I mean Olympic medalist speed running.

When she passed the finish line, she was trying to catch her breath and she bent over, and I grit my teeth. Angel is going to get me killed.

She is too damn attractive. Her body made me think too many things.  I lash out and she silently lashes back. There was one thing I noticed on the screen in the corner. The video was watched at least fifteen times before I got to see it.

Marcus must be trying to figure out how to save the girl instead of sticking to the plan.

Shit.

Marcus

I went to my room and stripped down. I put on some shorts and a t-shirt and started my work out.

Fifteen years of secret military service and this mission has me baffled. Why do they have this girl here? Who is she. I put feelers out and no one has heard of her other than the basics and that does not tell me why she is here.

I have been watching her since the day she came. She acts like the typical teen. Defiant, moody and a pain in the ass.

Now that image came to mind as well. I shook my head to clear the image. She is too young, and she is not supposed to live through this.

That also gets me. Is it a debt she has to pay with her life? This does not sit well with me at all, but I will stick with the mission.

After doing a hundred pushups. I switched to crunches. I have a routine. Routine keeps me focus and on point. Routine is predictable. Angel is a wild card. I don’t like it. I don’t like her.

I got up to look at the video of her in her room. she is playing music at reasonable level this time and getting ready to take a shower.

She must love the shower. Then a flash of her legs came to mind.

Fuck

Angel

My shower felt really good and taking care of that pent up sexual tension in the shower was not bad either.

Those two would be interesting to have. Both dominating in different ways. I seen the way they looked at the video. They showed nothing but professionalism.

That is, they appear to show only professionalism. I saw the slight swallow Marcus did as he watched. Then the clenching of Tyler’s jaw when I ran. I wonder what type of men they are. What preference do they like in women because they both seen something that affected them in a carnal way.

What had they seen that allowed me to see a tell like that? It does not matter right now. Right now, I am seventeen and I will have to take care of my needs until this assignment is completed.

I sat on the bed and rubbed lotion on my skin. I looked at the scratch on my knee and shook my head. I had worse but I will have to get him back for this.

Tomorrow at practice I think the star athlete Linette will shed a tear or two for my pain.

Goodbye My Lover pt 25 (Prepare!)

Darlene

I looked at Sammy and Noel trying to figure out what was so amusing. I decided to let it go since I was still feeling conflicted with what happened with Penny and L.

Sammy looked at my face and saw that I was forcing the smile instead of it being genuine.

“Hey, you alright?”

“Yea”

Noel was about to say something, but Sammy cut him off.

“You know sometimes there are people that come in your life for a reason and when the reason is resolved then those people are no longer a priority,” she said and handed me a cup of coffee that I liked.

I looked at her mouthed, ‘thank you’ and took a sip of my coffee. She knew and I was glad I did not have to say it out loud.

Noel just looked at us and a sudden understanding of what transpired had him smile.

“Do you need help with anything?” I asked feeling a bit better.

“I do but it’s in the back. Some things need to be sorted out in the stock room.” Noel said glaring at me as if I was stick of candy.

“I bet there is.” Sammy mumbled and walked to a table were three women sat eyeing Noel.

I walked to the back and heard Noel tell Sammy that he will back in a few. Once inside I felt when he stood behind me.

“Darlene did I tell you how I feel about the way you look in tight skirts.”

The tone he used was very husky with a promise for more.

“No, you haven’t.”

His warm breath fanned the fine hairs on my neck sending a delicious tremor through me.

“You said something needed to be put in order.”

He edged even closer, and I felt what was needed.

“I can take you now, but I won’t.” He said.

“Why?”

He stepped back and I swayed on unsteady feet.

“You want me too and I want you to ache for it.”

Eliza

I have put the word out that we are close to being invited fully in the lighter’s city.

Peter was still upset about the way Noel behaved but it only intrigued me more. Noel has a weakness and after all these years I doubt it has changed much.

Whenever I shooed him away, he would go to a girl that had brown hair and a contradictory disposition. Something that showed people one side of them and in the dark was another.

He did not want me, so I figure he has someone he has latched on to.

“Peter, we have to find the girl Noel is screwing.”

Peter looked up in his blood lust as he is being clawed by twins,

“What?”

“He is with someone and if we get her. He will not stand in our way.”

“Is that it or are you up set that he refused to put the leash you had on him back on.”

Sometimes I wanted to end Peter, but he is just as old as me and the fight would go on for far too long.

“I need for the plan to enslave the lighter’s to go as planned. The other’s will be here soon, and I have to make this happen.”

Peter pushed his two skilled lovers away and sat up.

“You need to call them here now. They will take him out of the equation, and we can enjoy the spoils.”

I went to the couch across from him and held my glass.

“When they come, they all will be culled like cattle. Noel will be be-imprisoned in a hole till he dies. No, I am cruel, but I rather just rip his head off his body and drink from his beating heart.”

Peter smiled showing his fangs. “Well let’s go find the toy and take it away from him.”

Noel

I am so proud of my restraint around her. My body wanted to be possessed what it considers it owns but I want to wait.

I want her crazed with lust and want. We kissed and touched like teenagers that were not allowed to take things further. She was primed and needing but I need her to wait. So I sent her home in that state.

I went back to work and my mind went to Eliza and Peter. They are not going to take my threat easily.

I am not the same person they left behind years ago. I have killed numerous nighter’s and lighter’s since they left. The difference is I keep what I do off the radar. The people that need to know, know. I remember the first kill. The rush and the want.

I wanted to do it again. The feeling of life disappearing under my hands. The nighter’s fought back and it drove another kind of beast out of me. That part was loose for a long while.

Then I came upon this place. It was a crappy place. Ready to be torn down or burned down which every was quicker. I walked in and there she was Sammy.

She was young, dirty and feisty. She was put out of her coven because she was a wild witch. There was no place where she belonged.  A wild witch is feared by all covens. Can not be controlled or contained. That alone made her an outcast.

She knew what I was, which was a no brainer. We were no longer in hiding. Yet she was not scared of me.

That night we talked. We talked about things we never told a soul and would till this day take to the grave. So, when she tells me the word is out that they are spreading information of being invited into the city. I believe her.

“Hey, boss what’s going on in that head of yours? If you tell me something about Darkling, I am going home.” Sammy said with a smile.

“There is going to be a battle, Sammy. I don’t want anyone to get hurt.”

she chuckled. “That is a funny thing to want. The best you can do is to steel yourself from the pain when people get hurt.”

She knew I meant her and especially Darlene. I will have to get her to go somewhere to be safe.

“I have to go. Are you alright?” She asked in her normal way.

“Prepare Sammy.” I looked at her and she nodded.

(Are you with me out there? Things are moving and building. Let me know how you like it.)

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 4 (Grabbing Attention)

(Intended for mature audiences.)

There was quite a turnout for the track and field practice. I walked over to the female runners and noticed that most of them had already buddied up except the girl who seemed to be keeping her distance from the others.

I went over and dropped my bag. I sat down on the artificial turf and began to stretch. The couch was not here yet, so everyone was doing their own thing.

“Hey you’re a runner, right?” The girl asked.

“Yea,” I said giving her the teenage coldness.

“Well, I think you are supposed to be over there with the others.”

“Aren’t you a runner?”

“No. I am in the speed walking event and shock put. Usually, the runners stay together.”

“Oh, Is there another speed walker on the team?” I asked curiously.

“Not this term. The other girl graduated and right now everyone wants to run.” She said as she was doing exercise to loosen her hips.

“Well, I’m fine where I’m at right now,” I told her.

“Ok. My name is Jen.”

“Angel”

I turned my head when the couch came.

“Listen up. This year’s competition is brutal. I just went over the top runners from the school that are the most treat. Ladies I will tell you this. There are at least three top runners and two that are promising.

Saying that I want us to do a mock 4×4 relay. There is enough of you to run against each other to give me an idea what I have to work with. When I call your name, I will put you in the group. These names are being called I put together at random. So do not think you are going to have your friends with you.

I watched the girls and five girls in particular caught my eye.

“They are not going to be happy about this.”

“So, what this is practice.”

“Yeah, but that group rarely does anything separated.”

I did not get to see all of their faces but I knew that one of my targets has to be in that little group.

The groups were set up by random. I had a girl who clearly was not ready to run against her seniors. The five girls were split. One in each group and in different positions.

My team was gold. The other color was green, blue, red and black. I was the last leg and I smiled.

They ladies were at the starting line and the gun went off. This was a sprint run so it went pretty fast. You could see who the weak link was and who was the strongest.

My turn was next, and we were in second place behind the black team. Once the baton was handed off to the girl in front of me, she bolted. She was the one I had to beat to get on everyone’s radar.

I felt when the baton hit my hand and I ran without a thought but to pass her by a wide margin. I caught up to her in a straight run and once we made the second turn I began to pull away.

I gap was beginning to get wider. I was four strides to the finish line when I zeroed in on the couches surprised face.

I crossed the finish line and he looked at his watch. The other girl crossed at east twenty seconds after.

Jen was the first person that came to me and congratulated me on the win. The girl on the other hand glared at me surrounded by her friends.

“I think you made an enemy. Lennette never loses a race even when it is just practice.” Jen said.

That was what I was counting on.

The rest of the day went by uneventful until I was about to leave. A tall guy walked in my path blocking me.

“I heard you beat my sister today in a race.”

“It was practice. Pretty sure she will probably beat me tomorrow.”

“Probably. Hugh?”

“Yeah, now can you let me go. My driver is waiting for me.”

“Oh, you’re the new girl with the parents that died.”

What a piece of shit.

“The way you are acting it is obvious you do not know who we are so I will give you this knowledge for free. I am Joshua Ward. My sister is Lennette Ward. Our Grandfather is the founder of the school that your new money bought you in. Tomorrow you are going to get a cramp or something and my sister will win.”

This prick is far from intimidating, but I have to play the part.

“Do you know what practice is. Tomorrow is not going to have a race. I need to go.”

He looked surprised by the way I was talking to him. I felt I could have gone harder, but I was a young female in a new school. I had to behave since my uncle is on the board.

I walked around him and predictably I tripped over his shoe landing me on the stone walkway. My knee was scratched from the fall because the stupid skirt was too small. I could see Tyler starting to walk towards me.

Joshua bent over and whispered, “get a cramp.” then walk off in the opposite direction.

Tyler got to me and helped me up. We walked to the care in silence and once inside I could not help the smirk, I had at what happened.

“What’s up with that one?” Tyler asked.

“Nothing much to tell. First day.” He nodded and looked at me in the rare view mirror as I put my headphones on. I could tell he could not gage me and I was alright with that.

Later that night I got called downstairs by Marcus. He looked put out.

“I heard that you won a race.”

“It was practice.”

What the hell is it with everyone about this practice.

“Well, you brought attention to yourself. The girl you beat is one of the board members daughters.”

“So?”

Tyler was in the room listening. He seemed bored.

“Look at this Tyler.” Marcus said.

He walked over and somehow; he had gotten footage of the practice run. They both were glued to the screen and then looked up at me.

“Your fast.” Tyler said shocked.

“You need to pull back and make friends with her. Gain her confidence to get intel.”

I caught when Tyler adjusted himself a bit after watching me run. I guess the shorts I wore showed off my ass in the right way.

“Marcus I think the girl’s brother tried to tell her to throw the next practice race.”

“Do it. Better yet don’t. Get him interested in you and play them against each other.” Marcus said.

“Play who against each other? He already shown that he is protective of his sister.” I said.

Marcus’s brain was working overtime, but I had my own agenda. I get him something tomorrow, but it won’t be from my targets.

That was my que to leave them. I had enough of playing seventeen and needed space.

“Where are you going?” That question came from Tyler and at that moment I did not give a shit. I was not this innocent child that they think I am. I need space.

I climbed the stairs two at a time and when I was close to my room an arm blocked my path. A thick arm with a sleave curled up to the elbow. His cologne smelled very musk mixed with him.  I had to control myself.

He leaned into my ear and said,” I told you earlier when I ask you a question you answer it.”

I turned meeting his glare and shot him one of my own. This close I can see the control that he radiated. His eyes hyper focused on me and my every movement.

“I am going to my room.” I said in a voice that was so low and controlled I had to give myself a trophy for it.

“I do not deal with brats.”

“Or what?” I pushed seeing his nose flare slightly. I would normally take the rhines on this, but I could not break cover yet. I ducked under his arm and closed the door.

I looked at my watch and hit the button that changed the camera to a recording. I had sent the 24-hour video to a contact that was brilliant at video illusion. I sent him a picture of what I wear for the day and the illusion is wearing the outfit. The green light flashed showing it was running.

I went to the bathroom and pulled out a bottle of dark rum and took a couple down.  I put it back in the hiding spot I created and turned the shower on. I took the outfit off and began to stretch out my muscles.

I looked at my body in the mirror and loved what I saw. My breast full with large areola’s. Firm stomach and ass that I worked out relentlessly to keep.  Thick thighs and firm calf’s.

Even my sex looked good and right now ached for attention. I just could not bring myself to handle it tonight. I needed to dominate someone. I needed someone’s lips to gently kiss my clit. Maybe I could handle it because I refuse to be angry and pent up. That is defiantly going to get someone killed.

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 3 (Ignorance is not bliss) Rated R

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

I entered the house and noticed the cameras immediately. They are good but -I am better. That information I will keep to myself.

The door clicked behind me, and I continued to walk into the sitting room. It was decorated with minimalism in mind. One thing I despise is white walls. So glaringly pure.

The sitting area had a sofa, loveseat, and singular chair on the opposite side. Making the shape of an open rectangle. I went to the sofa and plopped down on it.  I looked at Marcus and he gave me an assessing glare. Not sure of what to make of me.

“I don’t care who you are and what you did to get here. You are the bait. You are to lure out the target. You were informed about the school you’re going to attend. I am one of the newest board members of the school. I have been on this for a month before you were brought in. ”

‘Did he say a month?’ I thought.

He turned and retrieved a phone behind him.  He then handed it to me. I reached for it faming boredom plastered on my face.

“Your classes are uploaded to it. You start tomorrow. Tyler will be ready to drive you to your first class that starts at seven.”

‘Was he serious?’

“My cover is that I took you in when your parents died. I sent you to a boarding school and your grades is what qualify you to attend. I was married twice and do not want to marry again.

I go to the club Friday and Saturday nights. You are left alone, and you are fine with that.”

While he regurgitates what I already know. I look over the classes that I am supposed to attended. The first is track and field. Great, I haven’t done competitive running in ages. I will need to see who is in the top spot.

“Is there any questions you have on this mission.” Marcus asked using a tone that I feel he uses with subordinates.

I looked up and he was still standing there staring at me, waiting for an answer.

“No. Where is my room?” I asked.

The funny thing about me is that I can hear exceptionally well. I heard when Tyler entered the room from the second door off to the right of me.  He was trained to walk softly but I heard him.

“Your bags are in your room. Marcus has briefed you. Food will be delivered soon. My room is at the other end of the house. When you need me call the number on your phone. Marcus’s room is down the hall from yours.”

I nodded and stood up. “Okay. Call me when it gets here. I ha- have to unpack.” I said softly with a slight studder.

“Jeez” Tyler said looking at me, annoyed.

“Fodder” Marcus said to him still glaring at me.

I walked past acting like I did not catch anything they said.

“Your room is down the hall on the right.” Tyler called out.

I went upstairs and counted ten cameras and half as many mics placed.

My room looked like a typical girl’s room. Instead of white walls a soft pink. Not a color I would choose either but it’s better than the void of color.

I went to my bag and sat down on my bed. I pulled out my laptop and hacked into the system they put in place for this house. I will allow the cameras to record me for twenty-four hours before the loop that I am recording will kick in.

I put down the laptop and unpacked the rest of my things. This school’s dress code is skeevy at best. White shirt. Bow tie and plaid mini skirt. Optional tights or short socks.

The rules states that make up is not to be obnoxiously placed on the face or your will receive a demerit. Actually, allot of the rules are so controlling that you can receive a demerit for just breathing. Feeling the vibration from my watch, I played for the camera that I was going to have a shower.

I turned the shower on hot for the steam and turned on some music I had preset into my laptop. I smiled at the screaming lead singer in the band I recorded.

Satisfied with the music I went into the fogged-up bathroom and looked at my watch again. A picture of two people appeared. They had to be the targets. The male had to be early twenties and the female is around eighteen. Find out what they are smuggling and take them out.

“If you do adult things you have to be accountable as an adult.” I whispered. to myself. The song ended and another started. I took the outfit off and stepped into the shower.

It felt amazing. It will come in handy after track. The music stopped abruptly. I looked at my watch and seen Marcus in the room using their own camera. I stopped the shower and wrapped a towel around my body.

My hair will just have to drip. It naturally coils from the water. I pulled the door open. “Why?”

Marcus stood with his arms crossed.

“If something were to go down, I won’t be able to hear you call out. Or do you want to die?”

I went back into the bathroom and finished my shower. If these two keep it up I will make them the targets instead.

Monday 6am

Tyler was ready and waiting for me. I wanted to kill who ever came up with this uniform for young women. It was too damn cool in the morning to be wearing this.

“Ready?” He asked.

Didn’t I look ready? I thought. I was wearing the ridiculous get up. My thick curly hair was in a ponytail. A backpack and a duffle bag both slung on my shoulders.

For a driver he is doing a shit job.

“Yeah”

I went to the car door that he held open and thought of many ways to string him up that would cause the right amount of pain. that was when he took my bags from me.

Inside the car I felt like I needed a cup of coffee. I don’t normally drink caffeine, but I needed a boost.

“Can we stop and get coffee?”

He looked at me in the mirror but thought against it. He nodded and a sigh of relief escaped.

We drove up to a booth that had a line to go to it. It looked like a woman was serving this line on her own. Once we moved up, I finally seen what she was wearing. Rather how little she was wearing. The sign said Bikini Barista.

Great. I really don’t give a shit but it should be fair. There should be a booth with men showing skin and smiling sweetly to get tips for Barista service.

“What do you want?”

“Black coffee.” I said staring daggers at him. That is defiantly what a teen would do and right now my mood is in the crapper.

Once we got the coffee the girls started to flirt with him. he looked in the rare view to see if I was listening. I put on my headphones acting like I could hear. But in actuality the headphones amplifies their conversation.

“So, you want to come back later?”

“For?”

“Something real sweet.” She said with a sexy smile.

“I’ll think on it. You have a line, thanks for the order.” He said then gave her a smile.

‘He had dimples, cute.’

We went over where he was going to pick me up. Once there he came out and handed me my bags.

I gave him a smile and went off to track with a little bonce in my step. Coffee does wonders.

Deviant Heart (midnight drunken poem)

Warm flesh

Rapid pulse

Unmoistened lips

Nerves firing urging to touch.

“Do you want this?”

Questioned asked.

Pupils dilated.

Nipples pebbled.

“Yes”

Strong soft skin, silk to the touch

A path created by the God’s to Follow

Drawn closer.

Whispered touch.

Questionable girth

“Claim it for tonight.”

Soft hands squeezing tight.

Glistening promises escapes

East to West directed by a push and pull.

“Mine”

Tighten vise.

The devilish pace and waiting for a plain landscape to be painted on.

“Close”

Quivering muscle

Moan of delight and ache

Studdered words

Warm cords create a one-of-a-kind masterpiece.

(I rarely write poems but the muse calls)

The Beast in the Red Dress pt 2 (The Game Begins) (Rated R)

(This is intended for a mature audience. There is violence, sexual content, foul language.)

The party continued as I went to work on him. I muffled his screams with a slice of the bed sheet.

Once I had his cock in hand, I took a picture of it and placed it in his. He was bleeding out faster than I thought. His complexion was pale and the tears that ran down his cheek should stir some sympathy.

I know something is broken in me, but it makes me able to do the work that I do.

“Hey if it makes you feel better, you had a nice package,” I told him as I grabbed my bag. I purposely stepped into the pool of blood and walked to the wall.

I slipped them off, picked them up, and walked to the door. The drug will wear off in another minute and the amount he is bleeding will be gone.

Two Weeks

“Good morning, Miss. You are looking exceptionally worked out this morning.”

That came from my neighbor carmen. The woman was nicely shaped and was loud as hell when she came but she seemed to not understand one time and curiosity.

“Thanks”

“You received a big package an hour ago. ”

I did not order anything. It must mean that my services are needed.

“Thanks, see you.”

“Hey, you know that my door is always open for you.”

I gave her a nod and went up to the second flight. The box was big. Both in height and width. I opened my door and shoved it in. Once the door closed my cell vibrated. Not the one I carry but the one that I kept in the wall.

I pressed my hand and it opened.

“You received the package.”

Not a question but a statement.

“Yes.”

“Follow this by the letter and this will be the last time.”

She said that three jobs ago.

“Hey, I swear it. The last. Your name is Angel Bennet. Seventeen going on eighteen and you will be living with Marcus Bennet your uncle. You come from new money and have a personal bodyguard.”

“This is a bit much. I am far from seventeen or eighteen.”

“Have you looked at yourself? You are not going to look like you’re in your twenties until your thirty. Inside your mailbox an envelope with the address to meet the men and your new place for the next four months.

This has to be clean and set right, Angel.”

“Angel, really?”

“An innocent name, quiet girl and rich as sin. There is a reason for it all.”

“The money?”

“Look at your computer. Tell me if that is enough zeros for you?”

I went and it cause my eyes to widen.

“That kind of money is only good if I come back.”

“Are you saying you won’t?”

“I always come back.” I whispered into the phone then hung up.

Monday time is 13:37 pm

I was waiting at the pickup point when a drunk came up to me and asked why I was waiting at the bus stop alone.

His breath was reeking of days of drinking and his cloths smelled of missed opportunities to pull himself out to release his bladder.

I did what any self-preserving teen would do living in the city. Ignore him. Before he said one more word a black 2024 Toyota Seinna XSE  just pulled up.

The driver stepped out of the car, and he had a look of special op’s about him.  clean shaven, hair a bit long that it curled at the ends, eyes had quickly assessed the situation and walked straight to me.

“Sorry for the late pick up there was an accident on the highway.” He said this as he picked up my white reinforced suitcase and carried it to the back of the car.

“Hey I was talking to the girl” The drunk said annoyed.

The driver looked at him conveying more than words and he backed off.

You can feel that he meant business and that kind of dominance was intriguing. I waited till he opened the door to the back seat, and I stepped in.

Once we pulled off and was on the road he decided to speak.

“Listen, Angel. I am here to do a job. I will not be your babysitter and confidant. We are not going to be BFF’s. I was told you know the situation and that you will be able to get me in to take out the target. If you get hurt, get over it. I am not a nurse maid either. Do you get me?”

He said as he glanced at me in the rare view mirror.

“Jeez, I do not understand why they would put a child in harm’s way. “He whispered as I read his lips.

He does not know I am here for an assignment too. I wonder if my “uncle ” will be in the dark about me as well?

“You’re not going to answer me? That is another thing. I don’t tolerate teenage bullshit. When I ask you a question you answer. Got it.”

“Sure” I said in my best don’t give a shit about your threat voice.

‘I’m going to have to break him.’ I thought and put on my headphones.

The drive was what I need to get me in the head space. I watched all the video’s that I was sent to mimic these girls’ mannerisms. Some were too exaggerative for a shy new girl in town.

We stopped at a large house in upstate. Near the collogue I will be attending. The school was funded by new and old money. Some of that money needed to be cleaned and what better way than through a school.

Once we parked, he turned to me and said, ” My name is Tyler. Use it when asked who I am.”

I rolled my eyes and said, “Yeah.”

He turned back around swearing under his breath.

I waited till he opened my door and stepped out.  I grabbed my backpack and went to the front door. The door opened and this was the first time I really hated what I do.

The man that opened the door made the beast in me want to devour him. Tall, thick framed that showed he worked out. Light shadowing of a beard that was tailored to his strong jaw. Surrounding lips that I see doing wicked things and saying even worse. Hair short with brown highlights and eyes that picked up the shine of the sun making the brown looked sun kissed.

“Angel welcome home.”

Did he have to have a voice that deep? The game is on.

“Uncle Marcus” I said softly and went into his embrace. He smelled like fire and musk. ‘I’m being punished for all the bad I had done. Is it too late to repent?’

(Ok fire starters, you want dark. I am giving it to you. You want deeper than chocolate sex. this will satisfy your craving. What I need from you is to like and recommend. Here is a secret. This will be a book once I get you where you need to be.)