Page 63 of Tank
“We should go,” she stated, but her voice sounded as shaky as I felt inside. She was clearly trying to brush off the sexual tension hanging in the air.
As much as I wanted to throw her down, strip her naked, and take her again, I knew she had somewhere to be. So, with a heavy breath, I shut my dick down and turned towards the door.
After a small argument—which she won—of who should drive, we were off. We stayed mostly quiet and I could tell that she was waging a war with herself inside her head. But I stayed silent, letting her work out whatever she needed to. She knew I was there when she was ready.
By nightfall, we were pulling onto a dirt path in the middle of fucking nowhere. That was when the hairs on the back of my neck stood on fucking end. I knew the thing at the end of that road was going to change my life. The thing was, I didn’t have any idea how.
Taking in her features as best as I could with only the dash light illuminating them, I tried to find out what it was I should brace myself for. The closer the tires took us to the end, the more troubled her face became. If she was worried then I knew for damn sure I should be too.
We sat there, darkness blanketed us all around. The truck’s lights were cut and there was only a dim light coming from one of the front windows of the cabin. The night creatures made their calls, filling the dead air that hung heavy around us. She opened her mouth to speak but then snapped it shut. Knowing she was a woman who liked to take a moment to put her words together before she spoke, I sat back against the seat and waited.
“Before we go in there, I just want you to know that I only found out about this yesterday,” she started, her voice a low mummer floating into my ears. “I had no idea, I’m sorry. And I got this address right when I woke up.” She nodded her head to the tiny cabin. She wouldn’t look at me and I hated it. It only made the dread creep in faster.
“Since I have no idea what is going on or what is in there, I’m not really sure how to respond. I’m at a bit of a loss here, Angel. I wish you’d just tell me what’s going on,” I said calmly. I wasn’t angry or mad. If anything I was curious what was behind the curtain and all I could do was wait until she was ready to reveal it.
“Come,” she commanded like so many times before, and like a lost little puppy, I did.
We slid out of the truck with a quiet ease. At the door, she slipped her dainty hand into mine and gave me one squeeze before dropping it again.
For some reason, it felt more like a finale than a beginning. Before I had a chance to tell her that no matter what it would be alright, her hand lifted and the three heavy knocks she gave on the door echoed through the night.
Not even a second later, the door cracked open and we were met with the barrel of a Glock 21. I took no time shoving Dya behind me, but she carried on as if she wasn’t phased. It was almost like she had expected it.
“I took a walk by the river and the old man gave me a stone,” she said in a normal fucking tone. What the hell was that? And what do those words even mean? It felt like some straight up cult shit right there.
Whatever she said seemed to work because the gun was suddenly lowered and the door swung open just enough for us to step through.
“Who the fuck are you?” the tall guy that answered the door asked.
I was normally a pretty cool, relaxed guy, but I was two seconds from flipping my lid if someone didn’t tell me what was going on. I got that we came up into this dude’s house all crazy like and since I could tell that he didn’t know Dya from Adam, his gruffness was just.
“We’re here to see the package,” Dya said her head tipping slightly in my direction as she kept her eyes deadlocked on the guy.
“I wasn’t told there would be two of you.” His eyes flickered between Dya and me.
“Grant, whats going on?” a very fucking familiar voice rang out from my left. My head snapped to the side as my eyes went wide.
“Darcy? The fuck?” I growled. What the hell was my damn sister doing here? With this fucking guy, no less? Who the hell was he?
