I call Roberts' as soon as we are settled in a bit. He's reviewing all the people who could have gotten the file on me. His main focus is hunting down the person that used that file to come for me and Kat. He tells me the same thing Ace told me about Jenny.
I guess I should be upset that my neighbor was killed or that I was more than likely responsible for her death. When I come in though, seeing Kat in the kitchen with Ana laughing and helping with dinner, I can't. Kat is my responsibility, she is my...person. That might make me a bad guy or fuck even no better than the people I am hunting but Kat isn't one of them. She's bright and good. She's something that should be protected and she'll never have to worry another day in her life if I have anything to say about it.
If I was wandering aimlessly before, I now realize what my purpose in life is and that has to do with keeping her alive, happy and with me. I should be a better person and let her go but I'm just not that self-sacrificing. I want her, I can keep her safe like no one else can - especially the boys she's got around her in her daily life, and I can't let her go. She's fucked because she's stuck with me.
We eat together, all of us sitting around the big oak table in the kitchen. Ace tells us stories that make Kat and Ana laugh. I can picture the two women growing close together and it makes something in my chest squeeze. I want this kind of life. I want this peace that seems to be settling over us and the farm as the night starts to draw closer. Why can't this kind of peace and contentment last? Why does it always have to go back to fighting? I don't mind standing up for what I believe in, I just don't think you should have to remain standing as you fight every single day.
The women start to clear the table when everyone is done and something inside of me likes seeing Kat doing domestic things. Some fucked up part of me likes knowing that she is taking care of me while I am taking care of her. Ace still prattles on about his many misadventures but when a lull in conversation happens Ana decides to fill the silence.
"I can't wait until we have little cousins to play with. I mean I guess you all want to wait until you officially become our aunt but I love babies."
Well fuck. The loud crash of a bowl hitting the hard floor is the exclamation point on the sentiment I just had. Everything in the room stops and everyone turns to stare at Kat who is standing in a ring of broken crockery. She's gone completely white which makes her big brown eyes stand out even more.
"Oh, did I say something wrong? I just thought you two were..." her hands flutter around and her cheeks go scarlet as she tries to articulate what she meant, "because you are sleeping together. I mean maybe you all aren't sleeping together but the two of you are in the same room."
Kat's eyes move to mine with so many questions in them I would find it funny if I had answers to any of them and didn't feel as lost as she looks.
"I mean Uncle Ivan's never slept with a woman before." Me and Ace turn to look at Ana now. "No, that's not what I meant. Uncle Ivan's slept with people, women, not that he's a whore or anything. You know what I'm just going to sit down and shut up now." She plops in a chair next to her brother and pouts.
"I think what my dear sister is trying to say is that our Uncle put you in his room and he hardly allows anyone into his personal sanctuary of space. I too find it odd that he wants you in his room AND that he is giving you cute little pet names."
Kat turns her confused eyes to him now, the question there before she ever has to say it, "Cute little pet names?"
"Uh, yeah. Kiska is kitten in Russian and you don't call your neighbor that. It's usually saved for lovers to use. And I know I've heard him call you kitten before. In English. So yeah, cute little nicknames."
"I thought he just called me that because my name is Kat." She turns those questioning eyes my way and I adopt the neutral expression that gives nothing away.
"That might be true but what about the other one?"
"That's enough." Something tells me Kat isn't going to be happy with my other pet name. I stand and make my way over to Kat who is still standing in the aftermath of a broken bowl. The broken pieces crunch under my shoes as I reach to pick her up around the waist. I carry her to the stairs where I set her down. "You will go rest. We'll talk more later."
I use the pad of my thumb to brush her cheek and the side of her face eventually ending up at her thick plump lips. She's so soft. She leans into my touch just like a little kitten seeking affection. "Go." When she starts to argue about the broken bowl I assure her I will clean it up because I have shoes on. She gives Ace and Ana one last look before turning and running up the stairs. Leaving me to not only take care of the broken mess but my two big-mouthed relatives as well.
After supper, me and Ace go back to the library to gather more intel on the man in charge of the little kill team the Senator hired. Ace and Ana didn't push too far after Kat left so it was back to business as usual for us. What kills me about the whole thing is how this guy gets off with looking like a god damned saint when he's been making deals with the devil and selling human beings for profit. From all I've dug up on him, everyone seems to love him. He can do no wrong. Even with proof, people who support him are still saying he's a Godsend. I don't understand what god these people are praying to but it isn't one I want to be anywhere around.
Tomorrow I meet with Jim Archer to help plan a mission to bring in the leader hired by Johnson. We have intel on where they are. We're aware they are still actively looking for me and Kat. We have so much more on them than they do on us and the biggest most important thing we know they don't know is that we are coming for them tomorrow night.
A storm blows in and the rain on the roof makes a comforting drum that I don't have in my apartment in the city. It's nice. You would think a man like me wouldn't like the sound since it can be loud depending on how much rain and how hard the wind is blowing, but a man like me would be able to tell the difference in sounds even with the low hum of the rain on the roof. That’s why I hear the patter of her feet on the stairs way before she reaches the library door.
I'm standing in the shadows watching as she passes right in front of me so close I could reach out and touch her if I wanted to and yet she doesn't realize I'm here. I stay quiet, waiting to find out what she's going to do. Why is she sneaking around in the middle of the night? And why is she wearing almost nothing?
She's not in the string of an outfit she had on when I took her from her apartment; instead, she's got on a tight t-shirt that looks about two sizes too small for her breasts to fit into. It might be wishful thinking but I swear I can spot the shadow of her areola through the light blue of the fabric when the light hits it. Her legs, though she isn't tall, are still long and being in heels all day must keep them toned because all I can think about is having her wrap them around my head as I eat her tight little pussy out. And there's enough leg showing that if she bends over to check out the books on the bottom shelf I might just be able to glimpse the little pussy in question. Her shorts can't possibly cover more than a narrow strip up her puffy lips.