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We headed back to the farm, the Swedes decided tomorrow we would go to the Two Headed Snake. They wanted to just go in guns blazing again but if Pettigrew had goons inside, this could end badly and I refuse to explain their stupidity to our bosses. So they agreed to bide their time. I brought a couple of dresses with me and I needed one that said I didn't have much and was in desperate need of a job. As I placed three of the dresses on the bed, Axel stormed in with what looked like some kind of confidence he had been building.
"Ve need to… talk." he said in English, his voice strained some as he tried to speak. I looked up at him for a moment not really wanting to fight. I didn't want to do anything with him as far as I was concerned. I began to look back down at my dresses.
"Talk." I replied lightly. Axel just stared at me with deep and heavy eyes.
"I know I am… sounding unreasonable, but I am just looking out for you." he said. I just nodded at the dresses not looking at him.
"You're the boss. I'll get the information for you and I'll get out of the way and let you handle it anyway you want." I replied casually before thinking of the old woman killed here. Did she have any dresses maybe that I could wear from her youth in her closet? I walked around the bed and moved over to their small closet and looked inside. It smelled damp in there so I didn't go inside, but remained in the door way and just peaked in. I then felt his body behind me, touching my own. I almost jumped not expecting him to suddenly be so close. I was still now. Once more that familiar smell washed over me from six years ago. It was him, I know it was him. I feel his hands come up and gently close over my hands.
I remained still feeling his forehead pressed into the back of my head.
"I just… vant you safe." he replied. I nodded slowly already feeling any anger or stress aimed at him, stemmed from him, slipping away.
"Then tell me the truth." I said softly glancing down at the ground before slowly turning to face him again his dark eyes making me feel warmth all over my body. "Was it you? I won't be mad, because that day was amazing for me as I had always hoped it was amazing for whoever was inside me." He closed his eyes slowly and looked down as if unable to answer. I gently grabbed one of his hands running my fingers over the leather of his fingerless gloves. His eyes softened on me as I slowly placed it down between our bodies, slowly bringing it closer to my dress and moving it under the soft fabric of it toward my panties. Whatever he said next, whatever answer, I'd believe, because he wasn't stopping me.
Axel's eyes deepened on me and slowly he began to lean into me, his lips nearing mine.
"Yes." he whispered against my lips. Both our eyes closed as he began to close the empty space between us. A sudden knock made me jump and we both looked over seeing it was Oscar with one of his guns in his hand. I was immediately tensed. He motioned toward the window and Axel glanced at it and moved over to it. I followed to see it was a black car that said police patrol. Two police men were getting out of the car eyeing the place. What were they doing here? Oscar approached me handing me a black book and just pointed behind him. I looked through the book and noticed there were dates that said police visiting and different numbers written beside past dates saying "collection". Axel and I looked at each other.
"The couple must pay something to these cops for something and today is collection day." I explained. What secrets did these owners have? Whatever the reason, the cops needed to go.
Axel just looked at Oscar and nodded. With a wicked smirk Oscar just stomped on the ground three harsh times as if giving a signal. Axel and I looked back out the window to just see bullets flying from the front porch at the two cops and their bodies jerked and shook violently as they were riddled with bullets. They fell to the ground and didn't move. Oscar stepped off the porch and examined the car not bothering to give any more attention to the dead policemen. Once he finished looking through the car he looked up at us and nodded. I sighed, closing my eyes in relief and Axel and Oscar just turned and moved out the door after smirking to themselves. Oscar was in charge of getting rid of the car and Otto and Axel buried the bodies far out in the woods with the owners of the house.
For the remainder of the day, we all sat on the porch enjoying the warmth of the outside, drinking lemonade I made from some of the lemons ad sugar I found in the cabinet. Otto and Oscar shot arrows into the field killing rabbits or foxes that made their way onto the property. Poor little ones. But my boys seemed happy and that made me happy. I noticed Axel staring at the same photo as before as he slowly rocked in the rocking chair. I was sitting on the front steps when I turned to him. There wasn't any need to discuss our earlier conversation. I had my answer, and there was no reason to dwell anymore or so I told myself. Was there any more secrets he was keeping? Like he'd tell me.
"Family photo?" I asked and he glanced at me and nodded raising his arm out to me to show me. I calmly took the picture and examined it. It was in black and white and it showed the brothers standing behind an older woman looking stoic and almost depressed. Their clothes looked older which made me wonder what year these brothers were really born in. There were crops behind them and I couldn't help but smile as I handed the picture back.
"Your mother?" I asked, and he hummed in response as he nodded. I nodded. "Did your father take the picture?" His eyes sank a bit as his jaw tightened and he shook his head.
"Father left when we were very young. An American photographer came to Sigtuna and wanted to take a picture. We didn't but she did." he replied and I nodded.
"She still with you?" I asked. He shook his head slowly, eyes saddening some as he looked out to his brothers.
"Stroke, she went in her sleep months ago." he said. I winced at his answer looking at him sadly. He didn't seem like the kind of guy who cared about sorries or didn't even need to feel sympathy at anything.
"I'm sorry. She was a good woman and mother?" I asked, and he looked from the photo to me almost peacefully.
"The best." he replied. I smiled warmly at him and nodded before looking ahead and seeing Oscar and Otto approach with a fox in their hands. They threw them both down at my feet.
"Who's bigger?" Otto asked, and I couldn't help but smirk playfully.
"I don't think I am the best to answer that." I replied and Oscar smirked while Otto looked at me with a mild grimace.
"Come on." he replied and I looked at the two foxes before pointing to Oscar's for it did look bigger. Oscar smirked and looked at him while he just closed his eyes and sighed with annoyance.
"I told you. You cook them." he said and I just shook my head watching the two go inside. I looked up at the sky for a moment noticing the sun was going down. I stood up finally and turned to Axel who was standing up from the rocking chair himself.
"Thank you for finally being honest with me… and yourself." I replied and he squinted some at me as I passed him as if trying to understand my words. I opened the door and paused glancing at him now. "If you want to fuck me just know I don't plan to be blind folded."
I was gauging his reaction to see how he would take my words and he just approached me, eyes darkening some as he leaned over me.
"And to show how nice I am, I will make you cum more than twice." he said with a slight growl as he walked around me and moved inside. I couldn't stop my legs from squeezing together at his words. I remember before he took me, he definitely explored my vagina with his mouth and tongue. I closed my eyes slowly feeling more aroused now that I knew it was him. I just turned and followed him inside. After dinner and tidying up, I prepared for bed wondering if he would make a move. But to my surprise, Otto comes to the door and smirks.
"We are sharing a bed tonight." he said and comes at me smirking as he picks me off my feet. And that I did not mind at all. We fell to the bed together, my hands finding his hot cheeks as our lips collided. Oh how I missed his heat.