Aim For The Heart My Bloody Valentine

I never knew someone could sleep so seductively.

I watched Marisha while she was sprawled out on the backseat. Her arms were raised above her head and her legs crossed like someone who was simply sitting. How in the hell did she manage to stick her bust out powerfully while she slept???

After I had cleaned the bathroom until the maids would be jealous, the three of us went down to the valet parking and a man whistled for our car. We put our luggage away into the trunk leisurely and, to my surprise, B.B.B had dived into the backseat rather than taking shot gun next to Marc.

Turning away awkwardly, I looked over at Marc. We'd been driving for hours and had passed the Kentucky state border a while back. As I look at him, I couldn't help but think about why he'd been so quick to leave the hotel. Wouldn't it be better to have done the opposite?

"The body won't be found until about three weeks from now. Why are you concerned?" Marc suddenly said.

I jumped slightly; still unnerved by his presence.

"Oh... I was just thinking it would have been less conspicuous if we had stayed rather than leave early..."

Marc waited until he hit a red light before he turned to me.

"Yes, perhaps. But we planted evidence in the room of a man with history of violence while you were cleaning the bathroom. Yes, I hacked into the hotel's mainframe and checked guests’ history. Besides, I didn't lie to the receptionist; Jurke called and wanted us home. Any more questions?"

I blinked and shook my head. He nodded and turned back to the road ahead of him.

"You need to trust me more, Ms. Laila. You won't last here if you don't give me your complete trust."

I looked down at my hands in my lap in humiliation. I had told him I trusted him before; especially when I killed Ant. He has yet to lead me wrong so perhaps I should stop question his actions.

Well, if you consider killing someone leading me wrong, then it's a different story.

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"License and registration please."

I jumped a little when I saw a cop at the window. Were we busted?? Am I going to jail!? Or worse...

Would they take me home?

"Of course, officer," Marc said, a friendly smile on his face as he handed the man his license. I glanced behind me and found Marisha sitting up with a seat belt on. She had rolled her window at some point for she was busy 'talking' to a very exuberant male cop in training.

With a sigh, I turned around and paused when I realized Marc was staring at me with that familiar look in his eyes. The look of a lethal predator on the brink of insanity.

"I want to piss the cop off. Want to help?" he asked playfully. I blink awkwardly. What could I possibly do?

"Um, sure?"

He smiled and grabbed hold of my hand. My heart fluttered and I couldn't help but stare at our joined hands. Why would that piss off a cop? Marc stared at his side mirror, waiting for the cop to get out his cruiser. And the moment that foot stepped out of the car, Marc pulled me to him and pressed his lips to mine.

I stopped breathing. A hand was on my face, the other holding my hand; both were gently stroking me with their thumbs. But what honestly thrilled me was the fact his eyes were open and giving me a possessive stare. I couldn't read them for the life of me, but I had a feeling that in those calculating eyes he enjoyed this. I let my eyes flutter closed and returned his lethal kiss.

I yelped loudly when I felt the sudden sting of Marc's nail digging into my hand, but the sound was muffle by him forcing himself into my mouth. Out of reaction, I tried to push him off, but he grabbed hold of my wrists in his hand and moved me closer to him.

Eventually, my need to fight melted dissipated and I stopped my struggle. As soon as I did, he relaxed him crushing kiss and began to be tenderer. A lot more tender.

The sound of someone clearing their throat ripped me from my peaceful daze. I opened my eyes and saw the face of a now flustered officer. Marc pulled away and turned with a wink to look at the officer.

"Oh, sorry! I got carried away there," Marc chimed, his false persona coming back into existence. I leaned back to my seat, red faced from realizing I just let him kiss me. I let the man who technically kidnapped me and helped me kill someone kiss me. And I liked it. Dear God in heaven I never pray too... what the fuck?

"You're clean so you're free to go now. Don't hold up the line," the cop said grumpily, handing Marc his license and forms back.

"Thank you."

With a nod from the officer, Marc restarted the car engine and returned to the freeway. I looked behind us and realized we had gone through a police check line and judging by the light outside it was a few minutes to dawn.

"Marcromir, dear, make sure to clean your mouth with Listerine when we get home," Marisha spoke up with a nagging wife tone. I glared at her and received an even deadlier one back from her. Frustrated, I turned and looked back at Marc. What had B.B.B called him? Marcromir?

"Is that your real name?" I asked quietly. I'm kind of a scared of what he might do. I've officially pegged him as unpredictable.

He continued to focus on his driving, most likely choosing to ignore my questions. I thought back to the kiss. Was it just for the cop? Then, why did he make it so... tender? I just can't tell with him what is an act and what is Marc.

"Go to sleep, you nosy blyadischa. It'll be a while until we get there," Marisha announced from the back seat. I decided not to argue with that bitch and considered it. Although it seems that whenever I go to sleep, I wake up to something weird. And bizarre.

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"A-GEE-PA-KAH!!!!!"

"Holy Shit!!!" I screamed, Jurke's face millimeters from mine.

I knew, fucking knew, I shouldn't have gone to sleep.