“True but what about the other stuff?” I ask him.
“The traveling sex circus is a good cover and it could still work, just with trusted men to do a job. But we have to let her make her own decision,” he states and I kind of agree with him.
After a few hours, I pull over to fill up and wake Joelle in case she wants to stretch.
“I’m going to go walk over to that bench and sit for a bit,” she points to a bench right on a tree line. We watch her go as I fill up the tank.
“I’m going to go inside and grab some snacks, keep an eye on her,” I tell Cain once the tank was filled.
“Always,” he leans against the car, watching her as she walks around, stretching her legs.
I grab some sodas and a couple of bags of chips, along with smokes and I’m paying as I hear yelling. I see Cain take off and I know something happened.
I throw a bunch of bills at the kid behind the register and take off with everything. When I round the corner, I see a man with a stick sticking out of his eye and Joelle crying.
“Cain?”
“He walked up to her, but I didn’t think anything of it until he said the word,” he says.
“That’s when I saw you running,” I nod.
“I did, but it happened so fast,” he admits, “and with precision.”
“Joelle,” I approach her slowly, handing the bag to Cain.
“I’m sorry,” she looks at me.
“For what?”
“I did it again,” she looks at the body before turning back to me.
“We will take care of this,” I promise her. I think I also want to promise her that she will never kill again after we fix her.
“Cain, make the call,” I bark out, Joelle jumps.
“It’s okay. Let’s get you back in the truck,” I hold my hand out to her and she takes it.
“On their way,” he says as we get in and take off. Our people will show up, make the body disappear, and throw some money at the kid not to say anything, tapes will be erased like it never happened.
Maybe I’m meant to be this man, the boss.
Joelle
What I didn’t say to Abel or Cain is that I was in full control. I remember doing it, I know I did it. I know I killed those other men; I just never remember doing it. I stuck that stick in that man’s eye and I was fully aware of what was happening. I think that sucks the most. I’m doing all this and don’t know why. No, I know why, all because of that word.
And what makes me even more confused is that the only reason I was upset is that he had to clean up my mess again. I’m not upset I killed that man. I’m upset because I could have brought trouble to Abel.
Maybe killing is a calling. But is there a way I can do it without losing it? Or lose myself in it? I guess if I kill only bad men, I could leave that kill at the door, just like any job. I mean I did have sex with men and fake orgasms all the time, except with Cain and Abel. Those were real. Just thinking about them makes me tingle with need. Now isn’t the time though.
Or is it?
“I can hear your need up here,” Cain chuckles.
“My need?”
“You’re rubbing your legs together like you have an itch to scratch that only myself or Abel can give you and since he’s driving, guess that’s me. Climb up and sit on my lap, little one,” and I do. I crawl over the seat to the front and plop myself on his lap. He kisses me and I hear Abel groan.
I feel Cain’s hands push my leggings down and I don’t know what takes over but I find a way to take them off.
