“Where are we going?” Ebun asked Sean for the seventy-third time since he’d cajoled her into entering his car as he said he would take her somewhere. Reluctantly, she’d followed him. It wasn’t like she and a choice anyway. The psycho barracks probably wasn’t the safest place to stay at the moment. Russian soldiers could choose to invade their hideout.
“Somewhere safe,” Sean gave the same response he’d been giving, and each time he said it, it was with the same composure. He kept his gaze fixed on the road and his hand set on the steering wheel. Maybe she was being delusional, but she thought she’d caught the corner of his lips curve up in a small smile.
“You’re enjoying this war situation, aren’t you?” her eyebrows rose in suspicion.
Sean cleared his throat awkwardly. “Don’t put it that way. It makes me look selfish.”
“Well…you didn’t seem to be in support of me going back home.”
“I’m not happy that you’re sad, but on the flip side, it’s a great opportunity for me to be there for you in this tough time. I’m happy I can be near you, and I will do my best to make sure you feel a little better.”
“Whatever.” Ebun rolled her eyes and turned away.
Sean looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Then he removed a hand from the steering wheel and touched her hand. He pulled it away from her lap, lifted it, and kissed her palm softly. Ebun was taken aback by the gesture, but it made her heart pound hard. She couldn’t deny the fact that that made her feel a little great and somewhat alive even. Sean smiled when he saw her turn to the window, avoiding his gaze, but of course, he turned a blind eye to make the embarrassment a bit bearable.
After a while of driving, he parked his car by a driveway next to a building and turned off the ignition. Ebun looked outside of the window and saw a bungalow painted in black. Around the structure was a low fence also painted in black, and there were lots of trees and mountains surrounding the vast area of land. It was an aesthetically pleasing and serene environment.
She loved the subtle magnificence of the atmosphere. Ebun could already imagine herself inside the house on a stormy night, all cuddled up in bed with thick blankets and gigantic pillows with the gorgeous view of the mountains right outside the window, the leaves from the trees hissing and swishing to the dictates of the wind. Just from looking, she already felt relaxed. Was this a vacation house or something?
“You know I don’t deserve to relax, right? I killed an innocent man,” Ebun informed Sean as a reminder.
Sean fought the urge to roll his eyes. It was going to be a huge task for him to get her to understand that the result of the incident was not her fault.
“We are not here on vacation. I thought that perhaps, bringing you into my world would make you feel better.”
“What do you mean?” she shot up a quizzical eyebrow. “Wait…” the penny dropped, and her eyes widened in reaction. “Is this your house?”
“Of course, my love,” he smiled. “Did you think I wouldn’t bring you into my personal space someday? Sooner or later, I was going to bring you here anyway.”
“You’re right, and I have no reason to be surprised,” she calmed down. “Still, I am. I’ve gotten so used to being with you at the barracks and our other hideouts. I almost began to think that you didn’t have a real house of your own. I’m used to the chaos.”
Sean chuckled. “Well, I barely stay here either. I’m also used to the chaotic lifestyle, but I guess this is one blessing this situation has granted us.”
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The Hidden Toxin ✔(#6 in the Our Side of The Dice Series)
Боевик"I'll always choose vengeance. I'll rather heal in hell." An assassin based in Russia solely kills rapists who have managed to escape the wrath of the law as a trauma response to her personal, gruesome experience. Raped by six men at the tender age...
