Bad Habits: A Dark Anthology - Yolanda Olson Page 0,19
at me.” His order is focused on the priest before him. I wonder how he even knew Father Dominic would be here.
“Was her pussy that good?” Dominic chuckles, pushing to his feet and facing Kahn. They’re glaring at each other, and the air in the church shifts from calm and serene to volatile, drenched in danger.
“Tell me about the deal. I need to know where the girls go,” Kahn questions, causing me to frown in confusion. All he said was he’s working for an agency to make sure criminals pay for their sins. But he didn’t mention any girls.
Dominic laughs, the sound is far from amused. Instead, he sounds manic, as if he’s been keeping secrets that nobody will ever find out.
“Kill me, and you’ll never know,” he taunts Kahn who immediately slams the butt of his weapon against Dominic’s cheek. Blood slowly trickles from the thin cut against his cheekbone. “Your boss doesn’t seem to know how to give up.”
“And you don’t seem to realize that I’ll happily spend months torturing you,” Kahn responds.
“What are you talking about?” I don’t make a move to near the men, but I have to ask. I’m fearful for what Kahn will do, but I’m not sure I even know Dominic well enough to be on his side about anything.
Yes, we’ve fucked.
But there’s nothing more between us.
“Torture doesn’t scare me, but if you want to know where the girls go, you should contact your friend in Colombia,” Dominic speaks slowly.
“Cordero?”
“No, Cordero doesn’t even know about what’s going on down there. He’s nothing compared to Da Rosa,” Dominic says. “He runs the show, and he’s the one I answer to. But you should be warned, if you even attempt to go near him, he’ll ensure you take your final breath.”
“He can fucking try.” Kahn smirks, confidence etched on his handsome face. “I don’t cower to assholes like that.”
Before Dominic can say another word, a bullet leaves the chamber and hits him square between the eyes. His body slumps backward, falling against the altar. My mouth falls open to scream, but I find nothing leaving my mouth.
Kahn turns to me, a smile on his face. “You ready to go?”
“Now?”
He nods. “No time like the present.”
The bell sounds loud as it rings high in the tower, making me jump in surprise, pulling me from my stupor. Time for us to either leave or stay and get found with a dead body.
I rise, my knees hurting from kneeling on the cold tiles. Glancing up, I find Kahn staring at me. Chocolate brown eyes, dark in the shadows, almost black from the darkness that I know consumes him.
“I’m ready.” I nod, following behind him as we make our way toward the back door which leads out of the church and into the offices. Once there, we race toward the exit.
It doesn’t take long for us to reach the fence. I’m about to tell him there’s no way out when I notice a man on the other side. He’s already cut through the thick metal, giving us just enough space to crawl through.
“Kahn,” the stranger says, slapping him on the back in a show of friendship.
“Amir, I had to kill the priest,” Kahn tells him, but the stranger, Amir, doesn’t seem fazed.
“Let’s go.”
Kahn’s strong arms wrap around my frame, and he lifts me into the truck as if I am merely a feather.
I’m his.
I can never be anyone else’s.
“Lie down, and don’t come up until I tell you to,” Kahn instructs me before shoving the door closed. He slides into the passenger seat, Amir behind the steering wheel.
I obey.
Closing my eyes, I grip the beads that are still in my hand, and I pray once more. I have a feeling it will be the last time I do.
Kahn knows some of the things I’ve done, yet he’s taking me with him. He’s seen the darkness that dwells in my soul. The moment he slid into my body, I know he saw it, and he devoured it like a starving man.
He devoured my sickness and fed me his.
I always thought I’d end up in Hell for all that I’ve done.
But now, I’m on my way to Heaven.
Kahn
Thy Kingdom come;
For ever and ever. Amen
It’s been a week. A long fucking week, and I still haven’t found any more information on what’s happening with Da Rosa. As soon as the plane touches down, I’m at the door, watching the attendant tug it open. Once the hot air hits me, I’m down the