Novel Palace
Chapter 13 (Beggar)
Chapter 13 (Beggar)
“Beggar, he's moved on."
Killer has since taken off his boots and has his feet up on the bed. Kylie stopped in and brought snacks
and a burger for him to eat. Killer loves food, he also burns energy as fast as he could eat it.
We talked about a lot.
But that statement that came seconds ago has me closing my eyes as I nod sharply.
I need to accept that. My intention wasn't to ask Killer about Zero. It just slipped out. Human nature.
Guess I have always had a curious mind.
"Falon."
"No, he came clean to Falon. Woman's name is Quinn, she was a military nurse. Retired last year
joined us a few months back. She came to Kanla just a couple of weeks before Zero got deployed and
went to Hong Kong."
"Quinn. I am happy for him," I say her name and those words, and it is true words.
Zero has moved on, I am happy. Him and I aren't meant to be, never were. I pick up the letter from next
to my bed and get up.
Killer drops his legs, letting me pass him as I go to the dressing table and grab the black handled
scissors Kylie used to trim my hair. Knife to paper, I cut the letter up in shreds. Don't want to hear his
words, I never needed them.
As the pieces fall on the floor Killer comes into my line of sight and starts picking it up.
"I don't know much about this shit but maybe you should comeback and sort shit with him, he'll be back
soon. The brother hasn't been the same since you left and I know you used to give him shit. That must
mean he wants you busting his balls."
I smile at Killer's logic, but my mind sobers, this is what I wanted.
What I expected.
Why does it still make my chest pain?
This news should make me feel relieved yet all I feel is an overwhelming pain.
A few weeks with Kylie in this house and I got soft.
I forgot my hard lessons, I should never forget them. I still got two people to kill and one of them is
Thorn, Zero's brother.
That should be my focus now, not him and his Quinn.
My mind hardens, remembering my nights in the cold, my foster father raping me.
A gun against my head as I signed my name on a piece of paper that not only joined me to my monster
but sealed it ('till death do we part). One of us had to die and it couldn't be me. My life was never my
own, it belonged to someone else, her, my sweet baby girl that would never call me mommy.
I stand up to my tall form and my eyes that are full of the same emptiness of his, look right at Killer, he
can see me.
I am a filthy, dirty beggar. But Kylie is right I am not worthless.
"Let's go for a ride." Killer says as he moves to the walk in closet and starts pulling out a jacket and
pants.
A biker jacket.
It is the way he does it, so familiar, like he knew it was there.
“You know this is Diamonds room, why did you ask Kylie that if you already knew.”
He brings the jacket and track pants with a folded jeans to me.
“A reaction speaks more than an entire conversation, now change your clothes.”
He doesn't leave and I don't bat an eye, maybe some woman would, but I am not other women. I am
Beggar.
My pajama pants and top are off my body as I slip on the jacket with nothing underneath it.
“Jeans first, then the track pants,” Killer says when I grab the track pants first.
After I am done he stands behind me and his cold hard hands grip the back of my neck.
He puts a bit pressure on it, forcing my head to drop.
“I'm going to find him and together we are going to do to him everything he has done to you and only
then will we kill him,” Killer whispers as his fingers trace the scarred tissue around my neck.
The words aren't a promise, or words said out of anger and passion as Zero once vowed to me.
Killer's words are a fact, a happening- A thorough prediction of what is going to be.
It is now as I stand here with the devil alone in a room that I know that the biggest monster is not my
husband but the one who has my life in his hands at this moment.
Good thing I have made friends with the devil.
“Ky, get dressed, we going riding,” Killer yells from the top of the stairs as we both head down.
“I'll be ready in ten, I ain't riding to that shit dump Storm took me to last time, so you better make it
good,” She screams from down stairs and I see a glimpse of her long hair as she disappears.
“I brought a helmet for you and an extra set of gloves, it's on my bike,” Of course you did, I think to
myself.
Killer with his plan.
It is twenty minutes later when we are finally outside. I am behind Killer on his Red Harley.
My helmet is on, and my gloved hands are on his lower back.
Kylie is wearing a one piece black and blue leather outfit with thick white gloves.
She is bent over a bike that Killer calls a ninja. He said it is very fast. Kylie starts her bike up and
salutes us, then she is gone.
Killer shakes his head and touches my leg before we follow.
This brings back memories of Zero and I. When I first met him, the night I jumped on his bike. I was
wearing Storm's T-shirt with nothing underneath it.
My hair blew and I felt free. For that time I wasn't someone with a past or present. I was just a girl, and
I was free.
Killer speeds up as we ride through Medina, Seattle. The most affluent area in Washington's largest
city.
My body hums as we ride through the quiet roads. I see houses that resemble castles.
I know, I now live in one.
We turn around a bend, my body moves with Killers.
Zero once told me that I can't ride at the back of another brother's bike. He said it was intimate and
disrespectful to him, that seems like a lifetime ago.
Now he has another woman at the back of his bike. I ain't supposed to feel guilty, like I am doing
something wrong. And I don't.
I sneak my fingers more to the front of Killer's body, his muscular torso is now under my gloved covered
hands and I lean my helmet covered head on his back knowing he can take the position. I have seen
Killer ride. I can feel his body between my legs.
He will not let me fall, of that I am certain.
Hours go by and as the three of us ride, my mind and body feels free. In these hours I am alive.
Lifting the shield from my eyes, I take the wind in my face, that sting as the engine hums in between my
legs, throttling, vibrating. If I must admit it is making my cunt itchy.
It is like Killer knows what is happening, when he rests his gloved covered hand on my thigh.
I look out to the empty back road at Kylie. I think of how it would feel to ride my own bike.
We finally stop on the top of a dirt road on a Hill. I wait for Killer to switch the bike of and then I use his
shoulder to swing myself off.
Kylie is already off her bike and helmet on her seat. She comes to me and helps me remove the
helmet.
My legs are a bit shaky as my boot covered feet stand on the green grass.
My nose- dry, as I inhale the fresh cold air. I feel alive.
Killer touches my back and I spin around so fast Kylie holds my shoulders.
“Whoa there Sugar, you move so fast you might just go tumbling down,” Kylie drawls but my eyes are
on Killer.
“How do you always manage to that,” I can't find the word for it.
He smiles as he takes my helmet from Kylie and grabs my gloved fingers pulling the fabric off.
“You mean unhinged. You just need to pay more attention.”
It is not the first time I notice how handsome he is. The devil with an angels face.
Too bad I have nothing more left in me to give to Killer.
As I stare at his retreating form, I KNOW that it doesn't matter.
A devil doesn't want your love, hatred or anyone of those things that get you hurt. No, the devil wants
your soul and all your desires. The devil wants to own you until you can only see the fire that burns in
his gaze.
Killer isn't here to just see me, he is here to claim me.
And as he walks back to me I know that he won't give me a choice.Property © NôvelDrama.Org.