FIFTY THREE

FIFTY THREE

ANDRES

I remained still as she closed the distance between us gazing into my eyes while I desperately thought about how I wanted her naked and on her knees; all the things I wanted to teach her about pleasure. Her scent filtered through my nostrils but I resisted the urge to breathe deeply, to fill my lungs with…

“What did you want to talk about?” I cleared my throat, stepping away before I lost every shred of dignity I had left.

“I heard about the dungeon man escape and that he was helped by some elder” she began

“What about it?” I asked

“What about it? You could have killed him and you didn’t, why?” she asked, drawing closer.

“I cannot kill the last living relation of a clan besides, I already killed his father; my uncle” I told her.

I watched her eyes widen, no doubt remembering the day I had shot the man as he held her against himself with a gun to her pretty head.

“You killed his father for me” she muttered

“He committed a crime and had to be dealt with and so did his