Chapter 5

Hmm, strange. I realized ever since he was here, he never once begged to be set free. Maybe it’s part of a hitman’s cognitive ability to be this psychotic and own up to it.

 I watch them walk him out of my room.

I sat down on my bed, face on my palms, thinking what could have really happened that night.

We fucked, but then no one saw him leave. 

I got a call so I took it lazily.

It’s from the morgue we always send dead bodies to. 

Why would they call?

“Ma’am? Why is an unknown man in a body bag? We expected we’d receive three but there’s four.”

My body felt like ice and I went pale.

“Ma’am?” 

I took a deep breath as I had to ask if it’s Raymond.

“L-Look for a silver-colored watch, if it’s there, that’s.. that’s Raymond Hizara, and the police just searched this house- fuck!! How did he get there!” I screamed as I panicked already.

“Don’t cremate the body, hide it for now- no, no. Better yet, put it in a forest, he’s known to love to hike or trail, put somewhere were bears fucking live or whatever, I’ll pay you any amount, just do it clean.”

“Copy that, Ma’am-”

“Wait.”

“Yes ma’am.” 

“What exactly killed Raymond?” I gulped.

“Slit on the throat, ma’am.” I dropped my phone, quivering.

Next thing I know, I could be dead too.

I gathered all my men. 

“Who was incharge to pile the bodies on the van to the morgue?” 

“It was Kor and Ian, Ma’am.” I looked at the two. 

“Why were there four bodies piled up?” I looked at the two sharply.

“We don’t know, Ma’am.. we thought you had another task for someone else to have added another body bag so we just placed it in the van-”

“All of you leave!” I want to break every object I see. 

They scattered quickly as I sat down on the sofa.

What went wrong.. we went upstairs, he dissappeared for a moment then we fucked then I blacked-out.

This is giving me a meltdown, not only will I solve my aunt’s case but this man too.

I quickly went to the basement.

I see him asleep on the chair with his head hanging behind.

“Wake up!” 

He lifted his head and squinted his eyes.

“Hmm? Are we fucking now?”

“In your dreams.” 

“Well, why are you here, cupcake?” He smiles.

“Give me a clue.” 

He tilted his head to the side.

“You’re a hitman, give me something probable to know who killed Raymond or just why. I don’t know if it’s inside this house or if someone's using it as a threat.” 

“So you found out.” 

“Yes. Now talk, I don’t fucking plan to be next.” 

“Hmm, I don’t know, you sound too demanding knowing you don’t stick to your words.” 

“For fuck’s sake, you really think I’d fuck a killer?? You’re really insane, I don’t know why I bothered to talk to you.” Stress adds up to me.

I was turning around when he talked, “you’re so emotional, sit and think.” 

I stopped. “You think I don’t?”

“Think of any loophole, any gap.” I turned back around.

“Just sit with me and think.” Oh what the hell, I pulled a chair and sat down.

I kept retracing our steps back to when we went upstairs in my head..

He was suddenly gone when I turned back around, but he went back and we fucked..

Now what?

I kept thinking and thinking.

He was quiet when we fucked but he said something, what was it again?

I shut my eyes to try to remember what he called me.

Hell, I was drunk-

My phone rang.

“Ma’am, it’s been disposed of. We had to make sure some bear ate some of him before we left, all that’s left is for any hikers or campers to see it. Mr. Raymond has already been flashed on the news, missing. It wouldn’t be hard, but a day or two passed and no one noticed, I’ll pay for someone.” 

I sighed with relief, “thank you, you always know what to do. I’ll pay you right now.” 

“Okay, Ma’am.” I ended the call and I was so distracted trying to send the money that when I looked at the devil in front of me, he’s staring at my legs.

I clicked my tongue in irritation, “can you not??” 

“What?”

“not look at my body??”

“No?”

I grunt as I send the money.

I went back to remembering what he called me..

C.. c.. cap? Cup? Cup-

Cupcake.

Right, cupcake. And I told him not to call me that.

I remembered his abdomen, it felt toned.

I typed a text back to the mortician, [did you see his abdomen? Does he have any abs? It’s odd to ask but I need to know.]

I immediately received a text back, [he doesn’t have any ma’am.]

I stared at that text..

S-So who.. 

I tried to add it up, silent fucking, the abs, dissappearing, calling me..

I slowly looked at the devil in front of me.

“Yes?” 

I quickly scurried to go to the table to take a gun but a hand already covered my mouth and I got lifted up when I tried to kick.

Help!!

“Mmmm!!” 

“Quick thinking right there, cupcake.” 

Shit! And we fucking had sex! I screamed in his hand until I felt like my vocal chords could pop.

I tried to shake my head when he pulled me away from the table.

“Not to worry, I’m too in love with you to kill you.” 

To hell with what he said! I gave it my all to jab, scream and move around but he’s so strong to hold me still and he’s hugging me tightly, barely making me breathe so I tired out quicker than I planned.

I started to see black circles in my vision since he covered my nose..

“Shh..” 

I regained consciousness when I almost slipped into darkness, I was sitting on his chair and now my hands are the ones cuffed behind.