Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,15

the one to give it to him.” My retort is hot, feisty, but deep down, I don’t really feel it because I know the moment Mr. Tall, Mysterious, and Handsome asks me for something, I’ll do it without hesitation.

Kahn

And forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those that trespass against us.

Seeing her again was a shock. Even though I knew she was here, in this convent, being close to her disarmed me. I never expected her to remember me. The softness of her lips beckoned me, but I behaved. For now.

Her words sit in my chest like a warning I don’t want to consider. She said she’s already broken, but what the hell does that mean? Surely she’s had a fairly good life, she lives in a fucking convent. But then I recall the night I first saw her, the way she held onto that rosary as if it were meant to give her the answers to life.

I bet it never did.

The room I’m in is nothing more than a square space with a small metal bed and a door which I’m guessing leads to a toilet. The lodgings aren’t five stars, but at least I’ll have some peace and quiet during the short time I’ll be living here.

I’m still thinking about Maeve when my phone beeps. Pulling it from my pocket, I slide my thumb across the screen to unlock it. A message from the boss man waits for me. Quickly, I scan the information then flop onto the bed, trying to make sense of why he sent me here.

He knows my background, he knows what happened to my sister, and he also knows how hell bent on revenge I am. I need to find her because I know she’s still alive. If she had been murdered, I would’ve felt it. I know I would’ve.

Growing up, we were close. We spent all our time together and having her gone has left me empty in ways I can’t explain. But I’ve found purpose from her disappearance. My focus is on finding the asshole who took her, and the moment I do, I’ll kill him.

No.

Not just kill.

I’ll torture him until he bleeds out before me. I want to see his eyes dim as the life drains from him. Only then will I be at peace.

God teaches us to forgive, but there’s no forgiveness when it comes to the evil that I know my sister faces. And I’d rather be damned to Hell by getting the revenge I crave before leaving her in that darkness to wither away.

I’ve seen girls who come back from that. I’ve seen survivors. And there’s nothing left of them. They’re broken and tormented to the point of nonexistence. I failed in keeping her safe before, but I won’t fail again.

There’s a knock on the bedroom door, causing me to still for a moment. I don’t know anyone here, only the pretty nun, who I know for a fact wants me. I push off the bed and make my way to the door, twisting the handle before pulling it open.

On the threshold of my bedroom is the girl in question. I’m not sure how old she is, but I would have to guess somewhere in her twenties, very early twenties at that.

“What are you doing here?” I ask, stepping aside to allow her into the room. I doubt she’s allowed in here, but she walks inside anyway. “I asked you a question.”

“And I’ll answer you once you close the door,” she mumbles, but she doesn’t look at me. Instead she settles on the edge of the bed, toying with the bedspread.

I shut the door, locking it, before folding my arms across my chest and leaning against the wall. I want nothing more than to go to her, to taste her lips again, but I don’t. For the time being, I behave myself, but deep down, my body is reacting to her.

She’s no longer wearing her habit. She's wearing a long flowing skirt and a top that’s tight covering her arms and torso, the neckline sitting at the slender column of her neck.

“So?”

“I need your help,” she finally speaks, and her voice sounds like a million tinkling glass ornaments dancing in the breeze.

I arch a brow, pushing away from the wall to settle at the small desk which sits against the opposite wall. “Oh?”

“I don’t belong here,” she tells me. “I… I don’t know why I ever thought joining the convent would be a good idea, but God can’t