Just a Little Murder

Just a Little Murder 6

Chapter 6

Staring at his chosen lover of the night as he slept, Aram smirked a little to himself, his nail scratching at his chin while he thought. While the man hadn't been the best, he had been a good enough time for him to enjoy.

Had some good stamina to. Not great, but that was what you got when you chose a younger male for a fun time.

Sliding out of his bed, leaving his lover to sleep the sleep of the well fucked, he pulled his robe on the way out of the bedroom and into the main room of the suite. He had moved from his other room to the suite after he had finished his first job and had cleaned the other room.

He smirked as he thought that maybe he had left it cleaner than when he had arrived, and Kilen had agreed that it had been a good idea.

Walking over to his refrigerator, he opened it and shifted around in the small space before pulling out a small bottle of vodka that he had brought with him earlier, along with a small can of soda to go with it. Pouring a mix of the soda and vodka into a chilled glass, he put the bottles away and padded out to the balcony with drink in hand.

He paused just outside of the doors to bask in the gentle breeze that teased over the city, taking a seat in one of the wicker chairs. The vodka and soda was sharp and crisp on his tongue as his eyes took in the skyline, mind turning to days long gone. He could still remember how it gone from a type of hell for him to something a whole lot better.

He had always been the odd one out, and being raised in the boondocks of the bible belt had made it that much worse. It didn't help that his so called 'uncle' had been running a pseudo-Christian cult over the entire fucking town. Actually being raised to watch witch burnings could screw up a normal kid.

And even before that, he hadn't been 'normal' in any sense of the word.

He still thought that he was the bastard child of his mother and his 'uncle' no matter what they tried to say. Seeing as she liked her drugs a little too much, and the man's dick, he kind of didn't believe them worth shit. Especially since his father had a thing for teen males even as he fucked his mother as often as he could get it up.

Dysfunctional family and cult like religions could fuck up anyone after all. His crossdressing had come from a need to keep away from his father, just to be safe, after all. But he had discovered that he rather liked it.

Humming to himself, Aran smirked and drained his cup, putting it to the side for the moment. "I really need to call, Kilen. I really do," he mused. He shrugged his shoulders. He would call the man the next day when he sent in his 'manuscript plans'.

He smirked. His one night stand had snooped around on his computer while he had been showering, but the man had found nothing but manuscript plans, plans with various comments on them, and half finished stories.

Aran had been lucky to discover that he had a knack for writing shortly after he had started his training. It helped that most of the stories that he was currently writing had some basis on some of his own missions with others.

His first book, Just a Little Murder, was due to come out in just six months time, a story that had taken him three years to get right. When he decided to 'retire', as much as one can retire from their lives, he had something to fall back onto.

It always amused him just how one small change in a person's life could switch the path of their life from something dark to something at least mildly gray in coloring.