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“And you’ve helped me, but I can’t replace them, Mystic. I need to go.”
“I know you do, but we’re moving first. I can’t fucking think here.” I nod, walk down the hall to the room I’ve been staying in and grab a small bag. I pack what I have or what he’s gotten for me anyway. Once I’m ready, I head back into the living room and sit on the couch waiting. It doesn’t take him long to have two bags packed and ready to go.
I follow him to his SUV and toss my bag in the back before climbing in and slinking down in the seat.
“No one can see through these windows,” he informs me. I sit back up and look out the window as the engine starts and takes off. We drive through town and out toward the water. I can smell the salty air as we drive through a nice neighborhood.
“You make good money,” I say as I observe my surroundings.
“Most of what I do could get me killed,” he replies, his voice hitching a little.
“Makes sense to get what you deserve out of it,” I tell him. He pulls into a long driveway and continues driving until I see the house come into view. It’s massive. It’s almost as big as his other house but not quite.
He pulls up in the circular driveway and kills the engine before climbing out. I follow and grab my bag as he leads me inside.
“You can take any room. There’s four,” he says.
“Doesn’t matter to me. I’m not going to be here long,” I remind him. Mystic nods his head as he motions for the stairs. I walk over, head up, find one of the rooms, and drop my bag onto the bed. I move to the window, look at the ocean, and sigh. I wonder what his family was like. I wonder if he’ll ever get over them. It’s times like these I hate who I am and what I’ve done. I’ve mostly killed people who were someone’s husband. I’ve taken away their father, their husbands. But they all had a reason. Child predators mainly. If they could hurt someone else’s child, what could they do to their own? Maybe I was doing them a favor.
“What are you thinking about?” I hear Mystic behind me and turn to face him.
“My life. The things I’ve done. The people I’ve taken away from their families,” I tell him truthfully.
“They were bad people.”
“Yeah, they were. Doesn’t mean that it hurts the others any less.”
“Does it bother you?” I swallow hard.
“At times, but at others, I feel nothing. I feel numb. How does someone do what I’ve done and feel nothing?” Mystic walks closer to me, my heart rate spiking a little. It’s been too long since a man was close to me. This close. He lifts his hand, a tear falling from his eye before wiping it away.
“You’re not nothing, Kyla.”
“Yeah, I am.” He shakes his head and then lowers it to mine. His lips barely touch mine before he deepens the kiss. I know he misses her. I know what this is. He needs this. Mystic needs someone, and I happen to be here. And I need him too. More than I thought I did.
I let him kiss me as much as he wants before he backs me against the window. His hands are everywhere, doing everything right. Touching me in all the right places before he rips our clothes off.
It takes less than a minute for us to become naked, our warm bodies pressed against each other. Mystic lifts me in his arms and presses me against the window before grabbing his cock and thrusting into me. He groans as he fucks me, but then I feel them. The hot tears falling from his eyes land on my shoulder as he takes me harder. It’s hard to enjoy this, but we both need it. So we both take it for what it is.
Each thrust brings me closer to orgasm. Each thrust gives me something else I need. We both fall apart as Mystic sobs into my shoulder. When he’s finished, he pulls out of me and slowly lowers me to the floor before grabbing his clothes and walking away. I know this was a mistake for him. I know this was all kinds of wrong, but we both needed something or someone.
I grab my clothes from my bag, walk into the bathroom, and turn the shower on. I step in while the water is still cold and wait for it to warm up. It takes a while, and that’s fine with me. Once the warmth hits my skin, I let the tears fall.
“Why, Jeremy? What the hell were you thinking?” I ask no one. He isn’t here. He’ll never be here. And I’ll never see him again after I leave here. The thought hurts, causing my chest to constrict as more tears fall down my cheeks. I can’t believe this. Any of this. It’s like I was stuck in the dark for a month, but now I see it all so clearly. He ruined us. He ruined what we had.
I wash myself and climb out, drying off before climbing into the bed. I don’t care that I’m naked. I don’t care that Mystic could walk in here and see me like this. I just … don’t care anymore.
Chapter 9
Mystic
Her paperwork is all in order. Shit’s all ready for her to leave. But can I let her go? I don’t want to. I don’t want to be left alone with the memories. At least with Kyla here, I had a focus. I had a plan and something to work toward. Now it’s over. Now it’s done.
“You’re ready,” I announce as she sits at the table, finishing a beer.
“What do you mean?”
“A car will be here in thirty minutes. Everything is set up for you. You’ll find a car, an apartment, and some cash to get you going. The rest is on you. You’ll have a new ID and a new life. No one will find you,” I explain as she watches me intently. I don’t know if she doesn’t believe me, but I see the lost look in her eyes. She isn’t much different than I am. She’s lost. She has nothing left to live for. Kyla’s a ghost, just like me.
