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“Baby. Baby.” I hold my dick as I climax. Cum runs over my hand, hot and wet. “God damn that feels good.”
“Yeah.” Her voice sounds dreamlike. “I needed that.”
“Next time it’ll be my cock making you moan.”
She clears her throat. “Nikolaos. There won’t be a next time. We need to say goodbye.”
“I’ll say goodbye. For now.”
“Goodbye. You have to forget about me.” And she hangs up.
I feel that burning in my chest. Yearning for her. Wanting her.
Her words only make me do the opposite. They fuel me to jump into planning mode. I have to get her back here with me. The Village is walled in with gates and both human and technical surveillance, but I’d be giving her 24-7 protection, never taking my eyes off of her. No one else can offer her that.
And I don’t want to spend another night in this damn castle without her.
She has to come back here.
I have to bring her back.
I think…
I think…
God.
Damn.
I think I’m in love with her.
How can I be throwing that word around so casually? It isn’t love. It can’t be. It was only a few days. Sure, they were the best days of my life, but you can’t know—you can’t claim to feel somethingthatstrong, saythatword, after a matter of days.
Can you?
I clean myself up, needing a walk in the cool night air to clear my mind and to plan. I’m walking along the shore. There’s a light on the water near our dock. A circular white light. Possibly an approaching boat?
My hackles rise. Could be nothing. In our world? It’s always something.
I’m out here alone. We have security planted on different parts of the island, guards constantly on watch. Surely someone else saw the light as well. Should I turn back and raise the alarm? Investigate on my own?
I’m deciding when I hear a whizzing sound fly through the air. There’s a thunk. A burning in my chest. Pain. Blinding pain. White light. Humming noise vibrating through my eardrums. My hand goes to my chest, my fingers pulling away with something dark and warm and wet covering them.
Have I been shot?
I fall to the ground.
There’re footsteps coming close, boots crunching over the sticks on the ground. A face hovers over me. Familiar but distant. It’s him. The shifty punk that arranged the last shipment. The one that favors fake leather. He brings a radio to his mouth. “Not yet but soon. He’s close.”
I knew there was something off about that kid. Should have trusted my gut.
There’re shouts in the woods. The familiar voices of my men. The kid takes off.
I lie there, staring up at the moon, not knowing whether I’m living or dying. The air is so crisp, the sky, so beautiful. Is this heaven? The first time I came to this island and saw the castle, I knew this place was as close as I’d ever get. I almost laugh. There’s no way in hell I’ll be making it into heaven. Good thing I don’t believe in that kind of thing.
Voices call to me. Fingers and hands touching my chest, my neck. Faces float in front of me. They’re the faces of my men but they’re soon replaced by the angelic vision of Charlie’s perfect image.
“Charlie.”
