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4.9 Asked For It

Sometime later that night Ry had taken off the handcuffs.

He had made all the wait worth it.

For the first time ever, I was fully satisfied and not with my hand's help. My hand was busy doing other things like exploring his tattoed skin.

Ry had called for food. While we waited for it to arrive, I laid in his arms and one of his hands was holding that gun of his.

"Why do you keep it around like that?" I asked him.

"Do you mind?" It was like he was showing it off. He saw how much they impressed me downstairs.

"No." It was the truth.

"I like to be safe, just in case. I am Colt's brother after all. It is a blessing and a curse," he said. I shifted closer to him. I needed to be as close to him as possible.

I never knew I could feel this way. I liked Ry. I actually liked him.

In my life, I had never liked anybody. I always found something to hate on.

"I do not want to return to Colt," I uttered against his chest.

"You are not going anywhere today, love."

"I do not mean today, Ry."

"I left that kind of an impression on you?" I nodded against his hot skin. "You are kind of clingy, love."

"It is not just you... Okay, it really is you. I hate my life and everyone in it. This thing... It is changing me somehow," I admitted.

"Love, I am not directly a killer if that is what got you all excited about me," he revealed. I did not care about who he killed or not.

"I do not kill for fun, Ry."

"I do other things that I will not tell you about. I like to be safe just in case." I looked up to him. "You would not be able to tell the road to this place because you were feeling such a rush."

He was right.

"I have never felt that kind of a rush. Take me in, Ry. I will do whatever you ask of me. Just get me away from the agency," I begged him.

"What you are asking is quite massive. We have only known each other for a day, or less, love. All of the people I surround myself with are people I have known for years."

I had a feeling I needed him. It was not just my body that needed him. My spirit wanted freedom. The past hours had proven to me that liberty tasted so sweet.

Ry looked up to the ceiling. "You do not know what you are asking for, Velvet."

"Show me, Ry," I insisted. I traced his tattoo from his chest up to his neck. It was still too complicated for me to find a meaning to. His face was more interesting for me.

There was a knock on the door. Ry grabbed his gun and put his pants on.

I put a shirt on and followed him. The food had arrived. It was a three storey trolley that looked like true room service.

We ate in silence in his dining room. The table could host more than ten people.

By the time we were finished, there was nothing left on the trolley.

"Remember you asked for this," Ry told me as we prepared to go out. "You will see what goes on almost every day around here."

"I can't wait."

Ry suggested I wore one of his shirts because he tore my shirt apart yesterday. His shirt was black with three thin golden stripes around my waist. It looked big on me.

We went downstairs together and headed for the parking lot. The Mustang was not waiting for us. The car that waited for us was bigger. Three men I did not know were waiting in front of it.

I sat next to Ry and another guy in the back.

Things happened so fast that I did not know who to hold on to. After ten minutes  of driving, they suddenly stopped the car and jumped out of it. I followed them.

We were on a field in the middle of a bad place in town and there was a little shack on the edge.

Ry shouted, "Come out, come out, wherever you are!"

I looked around and the men had all drawn their weapons.