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It's been awhile so maybe re-read the first chapter of Past Sins so the first line isn't so … blunt?

Past Sins Part 2

Chapter 2: Grief, Anger & Hate

A few seconds later …

Kitchen, Kenna's/Jeyne Egen's Cottage, Southern coast of Skagos, The North

"Get the fuck off me."

Tywin obliged slipping out of her and tucking his softening cock back into his pants.

Kenna hurriedly pulled her underwear and trousers back up her legs ignoring, as best she could, the warm liquid dribbling from her centre. She rammed her boots back onto her feet and smoothed her stray hair away from her sweaty face as jolting pains radiated from her core at each quick movement.

Fucking bastard, Kenna internally growled but found "What's your plan here?" escaping her lips instead as her eyes flicked from Tywin, whose tidied appearance belayed nothing of their previous activity, to the front door. "Leyla will be here soon."

Tywin gave her a shadow of a grin. The feeling of intense pleasure of their coupling hadn't left him entirely. Whores scratched his itch but they were merely satisfactory and easy. There was no true pleasure in taking them. No sense of accomplishment. He had no lack of that now. Fourteen years she'd managed to hide from him. Hide her from him. For the year running up to the bombing of the royal family, he'd suspected nothing of her attentions towards him but those of a silly rich girl who enjoyed the thrill of being with someone who could end her at anytime, anywhere, and anyway he liked. How wrong he'd been. The realisation had infuriated him as much as it had excited him. He'd never seen her betrayal or the grander plan behind her disarming touches and blinding moans before it was too late.

He could feel the spark of arousal building around his body again. Fourteen years was a long time to wait for revenge and a good fuck.

"I don't have time for whatever your face is doing," Kenna said waving her hand in a circle in Tywin's direction before frantically straightening ornaments and tucking in chairs. "Leyla will be here soon."

Kenna glanced at Tywin while picking up fallen photos from the floor. She noticed him eyeing her up and down, then expel a short breath as if he'd decided better of something. He walked over to the kitchen table and pocketed both the guns that lay there.

"I'm just marvelling at the switch between sweet, rural nobody primary school teacher to regicidal, ruthless, spy who is responsible for dozens upon dozens of deaths not to mention that poor innocent young woman you presumably murdered then chucked into Shipbreakers Bay to cover your escape," Tywin leaned on the kitchen table and faced Kenna, still with a slight smile tinging his lips, "The glasses were a nice touch, really finished off the disguise."

"It wasn't a disguise," she bit back, but she was fooling no one, least of all herself.

Tywin's eyes acknowledged the lie but he didn't pull on that particular thread. Just tucked it away in the back of his head for later use.

"Marvel later," Kenna spat, curling her left hand into a fist and tapping it against her forehead as she paced back and forth in front of the aga oven, "think, think, think."

She clicked her fingers and locked eyes with Tywin, "How about I say I reported Jasper missing earlier in the day and you are the investigating officer? Would you play along with that?"

"Police don't investigate unless someone has been missing for more than twenty-four hours. "Besides do I look like the police?" Tywin gestured to his three-piece suite.

"You look like grade A asshole," Kenna shot back, turning away from Tywin, her anger getting the better of her, knowing the suggested story wouldn't work but time was running out, "I have no good explanation for why you would be in my kitchen and Leyla isn't stupid she'll put two and two together to figure out her father going missing and you appearing is connected."

A hand closed around her throat from behind and an arm clamped her against his midriff.

When had he even moved? Kenna ruminated, her hands instinctually prying at the fingers threatening to constrict her airway.

"Leyla's father isn't missing," Tywin hissed into her ear. "I'm right here."

Kenna took a few seconds to compose herself as a familiar heat reverberated around her body but she retained enough control to dowse it. This was an important moment and she needed him to hear her.

"Is this scenario really how you want to meet your daughter?"

Kenna heard a rumbling behind or a growl of cosiderance, either way, she was released in the next instant. Her hands rubbed at her throat. It wouldn't bruise luckily but it was just another strike on Tywin's name she would be remembering.

"I have a suggestion on how this situation can be handled," Tywin stated measuredly as he flattened his tie against his shirt.

Kenna rolled her eyes, "A suggestion, really?"

"I'm sure this solution has crossed your mind as well."

Kenna's eyebrow rose, "It's a solution, now?"

Tywin admired the golden rings on his right hand before his wicked green eyes captured Kenna's, "Your late husband was a failing farmer that has a 9mm bullet hole in his forehead head and a collection of shotguns locked in the cloakroom, I believe. The play here is obvious."

No, Kenna internally shouted. Jasper would never have committed suicide. He'd loved Leyla too much.

"The bullet casing–"

"Is in my pocket," Tywin interjected, cutting off her excuse.

"How would I explain your presence?"

"You won't have to," Tywin checked his golden wristwatch. "In thirty seconds, I'll be out your door, enjoying a stroll in the dreary North countryside."

Kenna only nodded slightly, trying to come to terms with what she needed to do to hide the truth from Leyla.

Tywin eliminated the distance between them in three strides. Kenna refused to back away or perhaps she was simply consigned to endure his imposing will sooner rather than later. Tywin's hand caressed her chin and his teeth nipped at her neck, promising so much more. Kenna didn't react and after a few more moments of gratuitous indulgence, Tywin's lips left her skin. The clock was ticking and now wasn't the time to get greedy. That would come later.

"By my estimations, you have six minutes. Get on with it," Tywin ordered, releasing his grip on her chin and turning from her. "Clegane will give you a burner phone. Answer it when it rings."

His fingers curled around the handle of the front door when the quiet but hate-infused words reached him along the corridor – "Fuck you, Tywin" – He turned the handle down as a broad smile spread unnaturally across his feline features. He could smell the burning of her world in the air and felt the hum of accomplishment in the pit of his stomach.

When the front door slammed shut, Kenna took in one deep, centring breath and then burst into action.

She sprinted upstairs to Jasper and her bedroom, skipping a few steps with each long stride. She rummaged around their sock drawer for the keys to the shotgun box. Once metal was clutched in her hand, she jumped down the stairs, ignoring the aching in between her legs, and unlocked the box. She took out Jasper's favourite shotgun and two cartages before loading them with trembling fingers.

Kenna scurried back into the kitchen and opened the washing closet room door to see Jasper's still slumped body surrounded by piles of bloodied towels, leaning against the washing machine.

She pushed all memories of happier times away. She had to focus. For Leyla. Kenna rested the barrel of the shotgun under Jasper's cooling chin then placed his fingers around the trigger.

"I'm sorry," she murmured before pressing Jasper's index finger against the trigger. The boom of the shotgun going off was deafening. The aftermath of the double cartages' journey through Jasper's head was traumatising but did its job of hiding how the man had really died or the fact that the body lying on the floor was even Jasper Egen, to begin with.

Kenna held back the vomit at the base of her throat and did what she imagined any sweet, innocent, loving wife would have reasonably done after witnessing her husband's suicide. She cuddled his body to her, crying while making sure the scene would be a forensic nightmare for anyone trying to come to any other conclusion but suicide.

After a minute of flailing around, which she guessed would be a reasonable time for someone to panic for before coming to their senses, she walked over to the landline in the hallway of the cottage that led to the front door and phoned the police.

"It's Jeyne Egen, I … I … something bad has happened. I need your help," Kenna stammered through, recalling her version of events to the police operator.

A few minutes later she was sitting on the steps of her cottage's front door with a blanket covering her bloodied clothes when Gregor Clegane pulled up in a four-by-four next to her Vauxhall Corsa car.

The mountain of a man exited the vehicle, not fazed by Kenna in the least and opened the door for Leyla to bounce out.

"Mum! This is Mr Clegane; he's the new rugby coach. He's filling in for Mr Umber who's gone travelling. We utterly destroyed the other team today. I scored, twice!"

Leyla only got halfway across the driveway before noticing her mum's puffy eyes and the red that was poking out behind the blanket, she covered herself with.

"Mum?"

"Get back into the car, firefly," when Leyla didn't move Kenna tried again a bit more forcefully, "Leyla get back in the car. There's been an … accident … please."

Leyla opened her mouth but she didn't know what to say. Her mum looked upset, something she'd never witnessed before, and her eyes went to the wide-open door behind Kenna. A large hand rested on her shoulder and a gruff voice followed.

"Listen to your mum."

Leyla looked up at Gregor Clegane with a questioning glance but didn't struggle when he chaperoned her back to the car. When Leyla was inside, he locked the car and trudged towards Kenna who was still sitting on the steps to her cottage.

Clegane stood above her, blocking Leyla's vision to her mother, "Here."

Kenna raised her head, and in his hand was the promised burner phone. She took it and slipped it into her cardigan pocket.

"I've called the police. They are on their way. Jasper's … handled."

"Shotgun under the chin?" Gregor grunted.

"Yes."

Gregor nodded, pulling out another phone and texting.

"Confirming I've been a good little girl?" Kenna spat, hating she'd followed Tywin's suggestion down to a tee.

Gregor didn't respond but Kenna knew he was communicating with Tywin. When the phone slipped back into his pocket he fixed Kenna with his cold eyes, "I will wait with you."

Fuck off and die, Kenna thought but bit her tongue.

The next few weeks had been a whirlwind. The verdict of suicide had been declared with the pile of overdue bills as proof of a failing land management scheme being deemed enough evidence.

Kenna and Leyla had been at the centre of the village's concerns. Neighbours came over with copious amounts of food and condolence speeches. The police did their obligatory wellness checks and Leyla's school didn't question her absence. The local church held sermons and raffles to help stave off the Egen's now public money troubles.

They needn't have bothered. Kenna knew Tywin wouldn't let them stay in Skagos. He was just taking his sweet time about when to pluck them from the Northern Island and drag them to his domain in the South.

She shook her head. One problem at a time. Today was Jasper's funeral and she needed to get through it with all the expected human emotion one would have as the grieving widow and not what she truly felt like, the accomplice to his murder.

Kenna stepped into the church with Leyla by her side. Their hands clasped together, holding onto each other as a sea of sorrowful faces tracked them as they walked down the aisle to say their final goodbyes. Kenna managed to resist flinching when she saw Gregor Clegane sitting in one of the pews. Tywin Lannister's presence if not seen was defiantly felt through his right-hand man.

The funeral was a sombre affair and Kenna didn't take in the vicars' anecdotes about life and death or Jasper's friends retelling old stories up on the pulpit. She knew this was her fault. If she'd never met Jasper Egen, he'd still be alive, mucking around with his mates at the pub and yawning through sermons like the one he was now the centre of attention at.

"I miss him."

Kenna craned her neck to Leyla who had slumped into her side, "I miss him too."

"I don't understand why he would do it."

"I don't think we will ever understand what was going through his mind," Kenna murmured against Leyla's blond locks, although she imagined it was - 'Who the fuck are you?' - before Tywin had pulled the trigger. "Just know he loved you with all his heart."

Leyla just sniffled as her eyes rested on the closed coffin behind the vicar, "I loved him too. Why wasn't that enough?"

Kenna desperately wanted to reassure her it was but couldn't utter the reaffirming words without running the risk of the truth spilling out her mouth in this delicately emotional moment. Leyla was in enough danger already without adding in the truth of it all.

When the service was over Kenna asked Jasper's friends to take Leyla back to the cottage with the excuse, she needed to give Jasper her final goodbyes privately. No one challenged her, no one even really looked her in the eye as they gathered around Leyla.

That suited her, she'd rather no one looked too closely at her painted mask for the day and grief was such a convincing one but that wasn't truly what she was feeling. While grief was often an inescapable feeling of drowning what surrounded her now wasn't cooling water but fiery anger. Anger that her perfect world had been shattered. Anger that she'd been caught. Anger that she was no longer in control of her life. Anger that her daughter was now in danger.

She tore her gaze from the car departing with Leyla and turned back to the church. Only the vicar was left and with one glance he knew to leave her alone. Kenna approached the coffin.

"You deserved better. I'm so sorry," her hands covered her face as all her emotions swirled inside.

It didn't feel real. The ordinary life she'd constructed so horrifically collapsing but she'd been living on borrowed time. Living a life that wasn't hers to live. A life she had literally taken. She deserved this she knew for her past misdeeds and who was she to escape when Ned, Robert, Stannis and even her own father had not.

Her fists slammed down onto Jasper's coffin. When had her fingers curled and her anger escaped?

Calm … Kenna … Calm, she willed to herself, lest the vicar come questioning her outburst.

Then a vibration emanated from her inside jacket pocket.

Of fucking course he'd ring now.

"Yes," her annoyed tone emanated around the empty cloisters as she placed the phone by her ear.

"A plane will be waiting for you at Skagos's old airfield strip tomorrow morning. You and Leyla will be on it," came Tywin's demanding tone.

"Where would it be going?"

"King's Landing."

"No," Kenna stated stubbornly.

King's Landing was a cesspool where politics, murder and corruption festered. It had only gotten worse since King Aerys II and Prince Rhaegar's deaths. A fact that had kept her up at night more often than not. Something she knew the man on the other end of the phone was responsible for because it certainly wasn't King Aegon VI who'd only just celebrated his sixteenth name day and as his Hand since Ageon's regency she knew Tywin had really ruled the Seven Kingdoms for the last fourteen years.

There was a rustle on the other side of the phone. Kenna imagined he was moving to a more secluded place to issue his next threats.

"You will be on that plane tomorrow morning with my daughter. If you aren't my people will find you and drag you there."

"Charming," Kenna responded flippantly, the distance between them giving her a spark of bravado.

Another pregnant pause, "You seem to be under the misconception you have any agency in this situation. You do not. Run and hide. I will find you and the outcome will be the same. You and her in King's Landing."

"Why do you want us there?"

"I have a … specific mission that you are uniquely suited for and Leyla is mine, she should be near her family."

"I'm not one of your agents, Tywin," Kenna said, knowing that as Hand of the King, he had the Seven Kingdom's resources at his disposal. So, he didn't bloody need her to do anything.

"No, but you'll do as I say. Just like you have in the past, to your own extreme enjoyment if I recall correctly," Tywin said darkly, sending a shiver up Kenna's spine.

"I'm not that person. I never was," Kenna flung back, refusing to remember the time they'd spent together, "It was all an act."

"I'm not easily fooled, Kenna and you're not that good of an actress. When you were with me that was your true self, not the trembling pathetic teacher or spy playing kingmaker."

"What do you think I was when I was with you?"

"A spoilt high society rich girl, content to bounce on my cock and spend my money."

Kenna blinked at the rare foray into coarse language from Tywin. He's not over getting played by me, Kenna realised to her absolute glee before the indignation of what he had thought of her goaded her forward.

"Seems I am an extraordinary actress. Might have missed my true calling," Kenna replied, dodging Tywin's cutting remarks with forced humour.

"You–"

Kenna ended the call before he could finish. A petty action and one Tywin would remember but it felt good. She threw the flip phone to the floor and promptly stomped it to pieces finding the aggression therapeutic before the sight of the coffin sobered her anger.

Kenna blew out her cheeks and rested her forehead on the top of the wooden surface. She stayed in that position replaying the conversation over and over in her head so much so she jumped when heavy footsteps could be heard behind her. Gregor Clegane was rumbling towards her and judging by the look on his face, he'd just enjoyed a conversation with his employer.

"Take a day off, would you?" Kenna muttered, half aiming the comment at Gregor and half at the God up in the sky who clearly hated her.

When Gregor's charge didn't slow down, she raised her hands, "We'll be on the plane, okay?"

Gregor stopped his advance and folded his big biceps. Waiting. Waiting to shadow her she realised. Kenna sent one last sigh to the heavens before accepting the inevitable.

"Care to drive a grieving widow back to her home?"

Gregor only grunted, then moved aside in the aisle for Kenna to walk past him.

Author Note:

I do have a mini spy plot for this story but it shall remain rather smutty throughout. I have to say it's nice writing for these characters again :)

Reviews:

Supremus85 – Your comment made me watch all the Kill Bill movies which I had not seen before and yeah, I like it!

DesertMortician – I present to you more Tywin ;)

Vigilante24 (comments on Chapter 3, Chapter 8 and Chapter 11) – Hey you, I see your reviews on DotF – they are appreciated. When I update DotF I shall reply there also. I like intense chapters :D Thank you! I was chuckling to myself because its perfect for him and fits his Moriarty skin in the story. Well, here is the sequel chapter not as smutty but still as spicy.

Next Up: King's Landing welcomes another viper, Kenna is reunited with some old friends, and Tywin incentivises his latest recruit.