Page 73 of Walking Red Flag

We killed more than that.

Pedophiles.

Rapists.

Murders.

If you committed the crime, and you were a bad person, and the criminal justice system chose to give you leniency, or you didn’t get caught…well, the Truth Tellers would give you the fitting punishment.

Most of the people ended up dead.

Some of them were in places that they’d never be found, living their lives in a way that meant no more happiness for them. Ever.

We knew how to get away with murder, too.

Which, likely, was what brought Shasha’s attention to us in the first place.

“Right, confirmed,” Shasha said. “If I had any doubt that you’d take care of her, I wouldn’t have asked you to marry her and protect her.”

I nodded. “I’ll take care of her.”

And I would.

No matter what it took.

Shasha disappeared through the gate and down the street, a man appearing out of the shadows to walk behind him.

His guard.

Or possibly Milena’s guard.

Once the place was locked down and the alarm was set, I walked back toward the bedroom to hear Milena in the shower.

Whereas mine took five minutes, hers was going on ten, and when I got into the room, it was to see her shaving.

The red towel I’d used earlier was hanging back up along the railing, blocking most of her from view.

I could see her slim shoulders from the back, the way her hair was somehow piled onto her head with only what looked like conditioner holding it in place.

She had one long tendril that’d escaped the mass and was trailing down the length of her spine.

It was so long that I couldn’t see its end.

“Milena.”

She looked behind her and said, “Yeah?”

“You almost done?”

She snorted. “This is one of those showers that’s going to take fifteen minutes because I’m shaving everything.”

I grinned. “Your brother dropped off some papers.”

“What papers?” she questioned, turning fully now.

Her beautiful tits, though on the smaller side, were perfectly perky.

Her nipples were a dusky brown and…

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