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Chapter Three

Cait

We're all lost in life sometimes. The important thing is how we find our way back. This new chapter of my life was helping me find way out of the dark chasm of losing my parents.

Uncle Tracker was unlocking a part of me I didn't know was there. The more brutal his touch, the more I craved it. He walked into the room, and I jumped into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist. He held my ass up with one arm, leaning me up against the wall using his other hands to unzip his pants, pulling his cock out. He managed to slide his condom on, he opened me up with his fingers then thrust inside of me. His free hand went around my throat while he fucked me mercilessly.

I'd never felt such wanton abandon before. Every time he squeezed my throat, my pussy would spasm. As I screamed out my release, he emptied his inside of me. Both of us out of breath, he carried me over to the couch, lifting me off of him. I felt his absence, the emptiness, abandonment as soon as he walked away. I needed him to complete me. The dark look came over him as he zipped his pants up. His pain is so raw, I wanted him to penetrate me with it all. He didn't understand that I wanted, no needed, his touch to keep me grounded. I don't care what society says, I was falling in love.

No one had to know we were together. What fucking business was it of theirs? I wasn't asking for much, just a piece of his soul.

Tracker

I never let myself grieve over Susan. If I did, I'm pretty sure I would collapse on my gun, sticking the barrel in my mouth, then I wouldn't be a burden on anyone. I'd gotten really good at pushing the feelings down.

I never wanted to hurt Cait, but I can't be the man she needs.

I never should've let it go this far. I feel addicted to her. That's a bad thing, for her and me. My life is too fucked up to keep her in it. After what happened to my last girlfriend, I learned my lesson.

Anyone could be a casualty. If you don't care about anyone, they can't hold them against you. They tortured Susan for 12 long hours trying to get information on me. She had none. I was overseas doing a job and found her battered body in the basement of our house. They left me the video of the job they did. I've watched it so many times, I've worn it out. I'm relatively sure I've killed all the people who were in on the torture, but I'm still at a loss as to who commissioned the job.

The fact is, keeping Cait would mean a death sentence for her.

Cait

We had the showing right before the funeral. I didn't think I could handle two days of this. The showing by far the worst of it. So much more emotional. I knew my mother must be scowling at me as I let my tears reign free. It was too hard to hold it in. I know I did a disservice to my family but I really did try.

Uncle Tracker stood in the back of the room surveying everyone. It was as if he were watching for someone to start a brawl, like he was a bouncer instead of a grieving brother. His eyes scanned the gathering with the alert scrutiny of a predator. I am not sure why, but people kept a wide berth from him. Maybe they knew something I didn't ?

Tracker

People could sense the danger coming from me. I could see the fear in their eyes. I didn't blame them for it, hell I relished the fact that their intuition was so keen. That was why I kept to the back of the room, so Cait could be comforted by as many people as possible. If I were beside her, I would bet not as many would come up. Right now, it is all about her grief, not mine.

I had a job to start the next day, so I wanted her to feel like others were there for her. I hadn't mentioned it to her yet, I was waiting for the right time. The jobs usually took a week. I flew out to the place where the target was and would start surveillance on him or her. The first step was collecting information on the mark. It was important to know their habits, their routine, and even the favorite coffee café. Depending on the job, this could be five or six days or as long as four weeks. Once I would finish the job, I would then send proof back to the cartel and get paid.

It was a nice little gig to have. Gave me all the freedom I wanted, not to mention a release for the darkness inside of me. Breaking the news to Cait that I would have to leave for a while is going to take a conversation that I am unsure how to handle.