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This night wasn’t anything like I had expected, but I knew the night would stay with me forever. I fell onto King, exhausted and satiated, my mind slipping into sleep.

I jerkedawake looking around a dark room, a little confused. The room was unfamiliar until memories of the night bulldozed into my mind.

A shiver racked through me remembering what they had felt like. I pulled my hands down and I realized I was handcuffed to the bed.

No. No. No.

This wasn’t supposed to happen. I pulled again more forcefully even though I knew it was a lost cause. The pain in my wrists intensified as I pulled again.

“Can you just go back to sleep?” A body moved next to me, and I realized they had an arm around my waist.

“What time is it?” I pulled again, panic adding to my unstable feeling.

He grumbled, moving away from me. “It’s four am.”

“No, shit,” I pulled against them again. “I need… I need to leave.”

I tried to look over my shoulder at them, wondering why only one of them was with me. The tattoo gave away that it was Boogie.

“No, we need to go back to sleep,” he yawned.

“I need to go,” I said, tears filling my eyes. “I need to go!”

“Hey,” he growled, getting up from the bed, slipping his mask on before coming to my side of the bed.

Glancing up at him, a tear fell down my cheek. “I need to fucking go.” I pulled harder. “I… I… Please, I need to leave.”

Hysteria was slowly slipping in. I had to get home, they couldn’t know where I was and if they did… Nausea hit me full force.

“Please, let me go,” I cried, while pulling harder at the stupid cuffs, through the excruciating pain.

“Why?” he snapped.

“I have people who rely on me, I need to leave now,” I said, wondering if I begged, would he let me go?

“Are you married?” he snarled.

“No, I just have people who rely on me and if I’m not there by the morning?—”

“Kids?” He interrupted me.

“No, but they need me, I just, please,” I cried. “I’ll come back, I promise.”

I would say anything to get him to agree. Tears filled my eyes that I could no longer see him. He wouldn’t let me go and the consequences of my actions hit me. I had fucked up.

“Ok,” he said, unlocking the handcuff.

I was gobsmacked. He released me, but my brain wasn’t computing it. Before I even knew what I was doing, I hugged him quickly, grabbed my clothes, slipped on my vans and left thetrailer. I put on my dress as I ran, I should have asked where the hell to go, but my hysteria wasn't letting me think clearly. All I could think was, I hoped they didn’t notice I was gone.

10

King

When the Mayor calls, you better pick up. They don’t have the patience to wait for you to pick up the damn phone and the consequence of not taking their call could mean your life.

Even though I didn’t want to answer, I dragged myself out of bed to answer the phone. A body was on its way and I needed to dispose of the body in three weeks. It was three-thirty in the morning and I just agreed to it, I didn’t have a choice.

For a minute, I thought about waking up Boogie to dispose of the body while I stayed in and slept with her. He spooned her, with his mask half off his face, but they looked good together. I wanted her, I wanted us.

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