Concupiscence

XVI: Eye of a Hurricane

Saint's POV

I wake up in the afternoon laying on someone's bare chest. I look up and realize it's Zee. Last night was very eventful, having gone on for countless rounds all night long, both of us fell asleep at around 7am.

I've never in my life felt so happy. I trust and love Zee with my life. I don't know what I did in my previous life to deserve him but I thank the Gods he came into my life. If it wasn't for him I would've still been running away from my past in fear. But I don't have to. They're dead. Right?

Zee says he killed them but these people are highly trained, they aren't idiots. Them being dead seems too easy of an escape. Something's gonna happen I can feel it. I have always been the type of person to listen to my gut and it's saying that those 3 bastards are very much alive and plotting.

I want what I'm thinking to be wrong and crazy, but it's not that hard to believe. Zee says he shot them but they could have been wearing a bulletproof vest. They could have faked their own deaths. But why would they let us escape? That's what confuses the fuck out of me. There must be something else they're planning.

We're in the eye of a hurricane right now and a big ass storm is coming. I have to tell Zee otherwise we're all fucked.

Right when I think that I hear my phone chime and instantly check to see what it is. I see that it's a text from an unknown number.

Did you have fun last night?

I look around the room and notice that no one is around.

Saint

Who the fuck is this?

???

That's for me to know and for you to find out.

I want to help you

Saint

Why would I let you do that?

???

Well just as you thought a storm is coming and you're in the eye of it. 

I want to prepare you

Saint

Wait, how did you know that?

???

That's none of your concern.

Now, are you going to allow me to help you or are you just going to go through the motions and crash and burn.

Saint

At least tell me who you are

???

Just someone who's been following you all your life

But don't think of me as a creep think of me as your guardian angel

Saint

You're kidding me right?

You've been stalking me all of my fucking life and you think you're my guardian angel?!

???

In my defense, I know things about you that you don't know yourself

Saint