Chapter 8
I stood in my negligee with my fist up to his room door. I couldn't believe I was actually at his door. I dropped my fist.
Don't waste your time . . .
I started to go back to the elevator when I heard a door open. I looked behind me & saw Bayman there in his usual night attire. We stared at each other. He was probably wondering why I was here, but I was wondering why he opened the door.
Did he know I was coming? What should I do? What should I say?
I turned around fully.
"What're you doing here?" he whispered.
I looked up then said while fiddling with my sleeves, "I . . . I couldn't sleep."
That's not the only reason why I'm here . . .
"Oh," he replied, twisting the doorknob back & forth, "So what do you want? To talk?"
"Yeah, I suppose, since you're the only person I know here," I said back.
He opened the door fully & stepped back so I could come in. The room was dark with the television as the only light. I looked to see what he was watching. It was some action movie, I could tell. I stood watching as a man sneaked around a warehouse, trying to avoid some spotlights. I didn't notice Bayman closed the door & was standing behind me.
I quickly turned around to face him when I heard his deep voice, "You can sit there."
"Oh," was all I said before I sat down at the table.
Bayman laid down onto the bed & cut off the television. It was dark for a while before he turned on a lamp.
"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, looking at me with his arms folded behind his head.
"I don't know," I said as I turned the chair I was sitting in around & rested my arms on top of it.
Bayman looked at me, confused that I wanted to talk, but didn't know what about. I watched Bayman turn his head off to the side.
Maybe . . .
"Bayman," I began.
He turned back towards me. I wanted to say something, but I didn't know what.
"Um . . . Well," I looked down at the floor, "When you saved me or something . . . I appreciate it."
I looked up at him & he was looking down then he turned away, "You're welcome."
I wasn't expecting him to anything like that. I suppose he accepted my presence just a bit.
We sat in silence for several minutes. I was just sitting there in the chair, sometimes looking out of the window to the balcony. And Bayman would just move around a bit. After more minutes past, I had my eyes closed & my head on my arms. I lifted my head & opened my eyes to find him with his eyes closed.
He fell asleep on me again!
I sighed, because I was getting pretty tired. I looked at the clock on the wall & saw that it was 9:39. I usually wasn't tired at this time.
I looked back at Bayman, "Hey."
After he didn't move, I said it louder. He shot his head at me, one eyebrow raised.
There was something I wanted to know while I had the chance, " You're working for Kin, right?"
He sat up then looked off to the side as if he was suddenly depressed, "Why do you ask? Donovan told you I was?"
I nodded.
He told me I was right & that was when I got off the chair & sat down next to him with a smirk on my face, "So that makes us enemies, right?"
"If you want us to be," was all he said.
My smirk faded into a confuse look. I didn't really know why he said that unless he didn't see me as one.
What am I to you?
I asked him that same question & he replied with a solemn look, "What you want to be."
Is he . . .? Bayman . . .
I finally realized what he meant. He knew I felt something for him. I didn't really now what it was, but I didn't see him as an enemy at all.
He looked off to the side & I realized I was looking at him too long so I did as well.
Does he . . .?
Well, even if he did, I suppose I didn't mind. I've never experienced anything like it, but something told me to take his hand in mine. And I did. He looked down at my hand in his then at my eyes.
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I laid on my back & stretched across the bed. I was expecting to feel Bayman nearby, but he wasn't. I opened my eyes & looked around the room. It was bright, because of the morning sun. I rested on one elbow & looked towards the balcony. I found him pacing around on it talking on a phone. The balcony door was closed, probably so he wouldn't wake me up.
I fell back down on my back & looked up at the ceiling. A smile appeared on my face as I closed my eyes & reminisced last night in my thoughts. His powerful hands squeezing my thighs then sliding across my stomach to my breast. I had tilted my head, enjoying his touch. It was the first time I was with a man excluding Donovan. All there I could here was his soft pants as he thrust into me over & over again. We kept each other close, my arms wrapped around his back & his arm wrapped around waist. His moist body was rubbing against my own, feeling his hot breath on the back of my neck . . .
His last words?
I forgot . . . Christie . . . I never told him my name, I knew that for sure . . .
I opened my eyes. Kin & him must have discussed me before. I sat up & looked towards the balcony where Bayman was still talking on the phone.
Is he talking to Kin? I should listen.
I got out of the bed, wrapped the covers around my body, & then proceeded to the balcony door. Bayman had the headset & his back towards me. I went over to the phone on a tabletop & pressed speakerphone.
"So you're changing things, because of me?" I heard Bayman say.
"Bayman, you messed things up by not listening to me!" Kin said back, "Never did I say to go meet her, never!"
"That was my mistake, but nothing we can't fixed."
"Yeah. Right. Now we need a whole change of plans."
"Why can't you just say 'Kill her'? It's much more easier."
"Oh, no, no! I have something else in stored for her."
"Sure."
"I'll inform you about your new assignments later. Don't call me, I'll page you."
With that, they hung up.
Kill her?
I quickly turned the speakerphone off then got back on the bed, pretending I was asleep. I heard Bayman come in, put the headset back, & then walk over to the bed. I opened my eyes & rolled over so I could see him, squinting as if I just woke.
"I'm leaving tomorrow," he told me, as he brought the covers over my shoulder.
Then he walked off into the bathroom.
Leaving, because of your new assignments, huh?
"Why are you leaving so soon?" I asked him as I sat up, letting the covers slide off my breasts.
Bayman turned his head around to look at me then he tried to avert his eyes from my breasts, "Because . . ."
"Because what?"
He shut the bathroom door instead of answering me. I looked down at the floor.
So you're going to follow Kin & I'm going to follow Donovan. They're going to make us destroy each other & when we're gone they'll hire more people to fight their own battles . . . Die fighting for someone else . . . It's what we do, isn't it? And it'll happen someday . . .
I got out of the bed, picked my negligee & undergarment off of a chair, & got dressed. I just realized how pointless my lifestyle was.
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I was spread out across my couch with Jasper on the floor beside me while I waited for Donovan to send me my next victim. I stared my laptop waiting for the window to pop up. It was several weeks later & the bruises & wounds from my previous fights & accidents were nearly gone. I felt Jasper lick my hand that hung off of the couch.
"Momma's boy," I said to him, as I reached down to stroke him.
Suddenly, the window popped up. I sat up straight on the couch watched the window go to work.
Name: "Silver Hands", Gender: Unknown, Occupation: Thief, Location: Puerto Vallarta, Mexico, Other Facts: N/A. This info was the most important.
I studied the picture of my next victim. "Silver Hands" was wearing a dark brown hood where I couldn't see his/her face & it extended to his/her mid-thigh. He/she was cloaked in light brown leather with what seemed like cotton pants. And his/her fingers, ankles, shins, & feet were entwined with wrapping. He/she wasn't exactly built like a machine, but he/she had more muscles than I did. Seemed like the typical, lurking thief.
But why the name "Silver Hands"?