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Chapter Four

Cait

The funeral was absolutely exhausting. I gladly took the sedative the doctor supplied. Sleeping in my uncle's arms did not hurt either. He made everything better. I woke up, took a quick shower, then went down for a cup of coffee. That is when he dropped the bomb on me. He was leaving.

“Do you have to go? I really need you,” I said earnestly.

“I'm sorry Princess, but I have a job to do. I need to go out of town for a week or two,” he explained.

My eyes lit up. “Can't I just go with you?”

“No, I'm sorry.”

My face fell. “Please? I will keep busy on my own things while you are doing work stuff. Please, Uncle,” I pleaded.

“It's just too dangerous. No. You cannot go. End of discussion.”

Tracker

Shit. I just told her my job was dangerous. What the fuck was I thinking? Oh, that's right, I was thinking with my little head. Now I had to make something up. Construction, maybe?

“What do you mean, dangerous?” she asked, just like I knew she would.

“I, um, meant that I go on big construction sites where fatalities have happened so it’s dangerous to go on them,” I stammered through.

She looked half convinced. I took her face in my hands and kissed her. She loosened up some. I knew I needed to stop this affair, but it was so damn hard. I won’t even bring up how many, if not all of the people in her life would tell her I’m taking advantage, or that I’m a predator. The girl has suffered enough, she did not need to add this kind of lemon juice to wound.

Cait

This was never what I expected. Now, I am fucking my uncle. The more disgusting our love becomes, the more I needed his sinful touch to satiate me. I look at him and I start aching deep inside. I do not think I can stand to be away from him .

I needed to convince him that he has to stay or take me with him. Fuck. I did have it bad. I made fun of women like this. I had the Cinderella complex. Uncle Tracker swooped in, dark and mysterious, and I flagged him as my Prince Charming. I was a hot mess.

***

I decided to take a walk. The city was bustling. Shops had customers swarming in them. I needed new bras but I didn't want to fight the crowds.

I was getting ready to walk past one of the many churches on my route when I saw a beautiful woman holding a Bible. She had dark, dark skin, and dark hair that flowed down her back. Her chestnut eyes sparkled as she appeared to be reading from it. Then before I walked by her, she started singing in a soft melodious voice. “You need Jesus in your life, you need Jesus in your life…” just over and over again.

I didn't stop because she seemed so authentic, and I didn't want her to look at me like her next cause. My mother took me to church regularly as a child, my father opting to stay home as he wasn't a believer.

Sometimes we would have visiting Preachers. I didn't care for the Preacher of the church, he seemed to only care about money in the name of the church. Even as a child I knew that was wrong. But the visiting Preachers, they believed in what they were preaching, and that, that I loved. I could listen to them preach all day.

The woman reminded me of them. You could tell she believed in her gospel. It was refreshing.

I stood around the corner listening to her for awhile feeling better. Feeling like my old self, before the accident, before my tryst with Uncle Tracker.

Tracker

Having this job was a good thing for me. I liked to work; it kept me honest. Waking up each day knowing I had something to do was what kept me going. This particular guy that I was staking out how to put a particular droll routine on. He went the same way to work every day then came the same way home every day never veering from his path. He ordered his groceries delivered to his front door and he ordered takeout in. The four days I followed him, he never broke from this routine.

I never let myself think about who these marks were, I just went with the program and did my job. When you let yourself start to think, that's when the problems started, and I didn't need any problems. Of course, my mind kept slipping back to Cait. I didn't want it to, but she had somehow wedged herself into my psyche. No way was I gonna say she was inside my heart. I wasn't allowing that. She could have my soul all she wanted, but she wasn't getting a piece of my heart.

I needed to quit thinking about her, though, or I might make a mistake. I did not make mistakes; I only did my job the way it was supposed to be done. The correct way to do a job was to get it done cleanly and get out of sight before anyone ever noticed that you were there. The way for that to happen was for me to use a gun with a silencer. Every once in a while, the buyer would ask for something special, some kind of special torture that they would want for the person getting my undivided interest. I would do whatever was necessary to get them the closure they needed, and they would know I did it because I could record the process with a body cam. With this technology, they got their proof of death, and how I got my payment.

This guy was a simple shoot and dip. I have been watching him all evening as he sat on his sofa watching TV. Poor sap has no idea he would never know how the movie ended. I pulled the trigger after making sure my body cam was recording. The silent death sentence burst through the screen of the open window undetected. He slumped over, his half-drunk bottle of cheap beer spilling onto the floor.

It was another successful job, and I could go back to see Cait. Not that I had to, of course, just that I fucking wanted to. My adrenaline had spiked, causing my dick to harden. Thoughts of Cait’s taut body bent over the island in her kitchen, her perfect, young ass in the air, her pussy dripping with my come, had me lightheaded.

It scares me to know my darkness may rub off on her, so I will be careful. But for now, I will throw caution to the wind.