Kissable Assassin

Chapter 10

“I love to sleep, cause I pretend that I’m dead. But I hate waking up cause it’s hard to forget that I’ve lost all control of this life that I’ve held so dear.”

It was an easier escape that I'd planned. With no time to lay waste to precautionary procedures, Sean drove away before I'd even shut the door to the car.

When we get back at the warehouse, no one is there. Scared that someone was watching, I deny Sean another kiss and go to the back where my cot was. I see no cot. Just my trunk. I look to the other corners, and only see Sean's trunk. Chris and Cathar are both gone.

"Where did they go?" I ask.

"Over here, Tramp!" Cathar calls from the alley exit.

"What are you doing?" I exclaim.

"Moving, Little Tramp," Chris answers from behind him.

"Found a nice little place just eight hours away on the other side of the range,” Cathar replies instead.

"What about Lindsay?" I ask.

"What about her?"

"Does she know where we're going?" I didn't care, but I was just curious.

"Duh," Cathar replies, “And there are already three furnished bedrooms.”

"There are four of us. And Lindsay will probably sleep with you when she's over," I point out.

"That's okay, Little Tramp. Chris and Sean can share you," Cathar teases. I inwardly groan. Sean was okay, but Chris? I'd rather rot in Hell. "Go get your trunk and put it in the alley," Cathar demands.

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Cathar makes Sean drive, and claims the front seat. So I'm stuck with Chris in the back. And he's got more than just sitting on his mind. He got as close as he could to me, which was horribly, gut-wrenchingly close, and tried to get his hands in my pants the entire ride. Sean sees him doing this after hearing my grunts of trying to stop, and jerks the car to the right sharply, throwing him off. I mentally remind myself to thank him verbally, but I hope the lock of gazes in the mirror will suffice for the moment. Chris crawls back over in the seat, and I shove him away assertively. He narrows his eyes and grabs my arm, tugging me his direction.

"I think you need another haircut, Little Tramp!" Chris mutters in my ear. I try to break away from him, totally disgusted, but his hand grabs my stomach and stops me.

"Leave her alone, Chris!" Sean warns.

"Just shut up and drive, Sean!" Cathar growls. Sean shakes his head slightly and keeps driving, flinching every time he hears one of my soft sounds of protest.

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Sean finally pulls up to a small house on the other side of the mountains. It's one of those ones that are far away from town, high up on a hill, separated from everything else. And I get out before Sean even turns the car off. Chris advances after me.

"Where do you think you're going, Little Tramp?" He asks, grabbing for my shirt. It snarls in his hand and I'm whip lashed backward. Chris spins me around, laughing like he’s won something, and crushes me against him. Both of my hands are on his chest, and I'm leaning away, pushing back.

"Chris, I've had enough!" I yell. His face turns a little more serious, and he slams me against the car door.

"I'll decide when you've had enough. You forget that I'm your captor, and that I am the one who tells you what to do. Or do we need to replay your first year again to remind you?" He threatens. I freeze.