Karma planed to never kill anyone again.
She was going to leave the group of assassins she thought of as family, and never look back.
However, to save her step-brother she would have to take one last job.
For this hit she would need an extra gun...
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*Chapter 10*
Karma rolled out of bed and landed lightly on her feet. She grabbed one of Rea's button-up shirts out of the plastic drawers and slipped the garment over her head. Without making a sound, she crept into the bathroom and used the facility before returning to the bedroom again.
When she came out, Rea was snoring. Even while he slept, he looked handsome. A lock of red hair covered one eye. His face seemed serene and worry was no longer evident. She resisted the urge to crawl back in bed and wake him in a very naughty way. He looked so calm she didn't have the heart to wake him, even if it would be fun. It made sense why he slept so hard. They had been up most of the night. Not that she was complaining.
Last night, she'd been awakened by him twice. Both times were everything she loved about him.
The first time he woke her, he was sweet and loving. Carefully he pulled her to him and touched every inch of her as if trying to memorize her skin. She could tell by his murmurs of approval that he missed her screams of pleasure and her declarations of love.
The second time she'd stroked him until out of pure frustration he'd flipped her over and took her from behind. She thought she should be more tired after a night like that, but for some reason, she was refreshed.
Instead of getting back into bed, she meandered to the computer and clicked on a few of the buttons that showed different areas of the water bases. Strange, but snooping around the computer seemed natural. Nothing looked familiar on the screen like she'd hoped, so she roamed into the kitchen space. She figured she could make Rea food as she ambled past the dark wood cabinets and tan counter. She opened broken drawers and the fridge, but she didn't know what he would want to eat.
Frustration flooded her that she couldn't remember even the most basic item as what he ate for breakfast. Giving up on food, she glanced at the clock on the microwave in the kitchen. The time blinked 7:11. Her body had summoned her awake early. She thought about that. Karma was restless and fidgety. Did she normally get up this early? She used to love to sleep in and snuggle all day in bed.
As she glanced around the room, a few other thoughts struck her as well. From what she gathered, this was an entirely different water base than the one they grew up on. If that was the case, everything looked exactly like she remembered. The broken plastic drawers that held his clothes were in the corner. The blanket on his bed was the same thin rag with the blue diamond pattern. The few plates and cups in the cabinets were adorned with the same green flowers. Even the bathroom layout was identical to what she remembered. If she and Rea were so much older, why was their home the same? Why had the two of them not cleaned his room and decorated together? Did Rea's father still hate her? She remembered how bad life got right after Rea's mom died. Was he still being beaten? Too many unanswered questions nagged her, and she resolved to get some answers today. When Rea awoke, she would ask him then.
