When fifteen minutes had passed and Kit still hadn't returned, Tom went looking for her. To no avail. He dialed her number, but the robot politely informed him that the subscriber's device was switched off. Having searched the entire club up and down, he asked the guards if the girl with blue strands in her hair went out? Yes, she did. It didn't seem to go back.Already beginning to seriously worry, Tom ran out into the street. You never know, in London, no matter what riff-raff rubs, she could get into an unpleasant story a stone's throw from the club. But there is no sign of Kitty on the street either. Maybe she went to a hotel? Really so angry, decided to teach him a lesson?!Tommy caught a taxi, went there ... She was not at the hotel. Things are in place ... Where is she ?! She met someone and, to spite him, is now drinking in some pub, who the hell knows with whom, after turning off the phone? It doesn’t look like her ... And they didn’t quarrel, they argued a little and that’s
HE wanted her right away, from the first second, as soon as he saw her crying, there, on the stairs. This skinny, tattooed bastard spun around her like a stung, trying to persuade her not to cry, to return to the apartment. He looked at him like that when HE was passing by... The same star... I wonder why this rocker brought her so much? She didn’t seem weak to HIM… even from crying, energy came from her in waves, HE immediately felt it… Well, that’s all the more interesting, isn’t it? Who needs these cowardly, snotty chickens, afraid of their own shadow?HE heard it before... their bedroom through the wall from his living room. Hot stuff… groovy. HE doubted very much that this big-eyed bastard was so good in bed. She just loves to fuck, it's obvious! HE liked to hear her do it. It's Dear Charlie that modestly plugs her ears or turns up the sound of the TV to drown out her moans. Although HE knows what kind of thoughts Charlie himself has ... let him not pizdit - foul thoughts, what i
Inspector Donovan turned out to be a rather young man, about thirty-five, dressed in a classic suit with a formal dark tie. A perfectly standard average British appearance, but with a surprisingly tenacious look of light gray eyes. Lou noticed with surprise that the inspector was clean-shaven, and it was deep night outside. Hmm... Louis touched his chin mechanically - his stubble had already come out, he shaved in the morning... So much the better, such a person is sure to be meticulous and consistent in his work.The inspector greeted politely and asked Lou to wait in the hallway to talk to Tom alone. Ten minutes later, my brother came out and nodded to him - go. The inspector gestured for a seat, but did not start the conversation. He sat and drilled with his gray-steel eyes, looked at the tattoos on the fingers of his visitor. Lou involuntarily clenched them into a fist, because they began to tremble treacherously. Nerves played out, not succumbing to the persuasion of the mind.In
Well, how? she asks, still breathing heavily. She is taller than usual in heels and looks him straight in the eye. There is so much in this look in the semi-darkness of the club ... or does it seem to Tom ... or do you want it to be so? He is embarrassed. I want to say so much… He would have hugged her, but her brother is nearby, holding her hand. That's stuck ... If only for a second rolled off! — Cool, Keith… Very cool! There are no words - all that is enough for him. But sincerely, there can be no doubt. - Thanks! Wow, I was so worried! - Truth? It was not noticeable. I tried not to show. Lou presses his lips to her cheek. Lightning on the side - camera flash. A fresh photo, food for the fans... Tom now also has his own photos of her singing. Then her brother whispers something in her ear. Kitty laughs, turns her head, kisses his lips. Louis closes his eyes as he answers. Eh, damn... Then some girl grabs Tom by the hand, pretty, however, and asks: - Can I take a picture with
Inspector Donovan waited until the Sparkses' footsteps died down in the corridor, then called the duty officer, the same one who had taken the missing person's report that evening. Asked a couple of questions. I opened the photo of the missing girl on my computer, leaned back in my chair and watched without stopping for several minutes. Watched and thought.The girl is not a mistake ... to wrap two brothers, so much so that both agreed to a threesome romance? Both say they love - they can't live ... They even change their facial expressions when they talk about this Kitsune of theirs. Funny word, and the creature is also curious, he had already asked on the Internet ... Although, when was love a hindrance to killing? Rather the opposite...Both were shaking when they saw her mobile ... the reaction was quite natural. The elder is too nervous to pretend, the younger is too sincere ... Yes, yes, sincere, although he was completely silent about their relationship. Gentleman, what can I s
Good morning, whore."There have been better mornings... Harry."He entered without knocking. Like a brother like two drops of water. Twins. What an irony... And then the brothers. But she immediately understood, felt that this was a completely different person. He moved, spoke, held himself fundamentally differently than yesterday's fat man. Even the voice was rougher and lower. And he was dressed differently - in a military jacket and jeans with high dock boots. And the look ... hard, cold, tenacious. The look of a deadly creature.Bring a chair. He placed it, turned back to front, in the middle of the room. He saddled up (the chair already groaned under such a carcass) and began to look at his captive, as a freshly acquired, long-desired thing.Kit sat on the bed, her back straight, trying to remain icy calm. Fear bubbled up inside like a uranium reaction, releasing adrenaline, energy, god knows what else... If he touched her with his finger, just move a millimeter closer - she wou
Louis woke up suddenly, startled as if by an electric shock. It was deep night. Wow, fell asleep ... Exhausted nerves demanded rest. Something woke him up… What? As he listened and looked, he understood. Tommy is crying. Shoulders tremble. He buried his face into the pillow to drown out his sobs.He and his brother slept... tried to sleep in the same room and in the same bed. Without saying a word, leaving an empty space in the middle of exactly such a size that another person could fit there ... A small, warm, sweetly sniffing man in his sleep, who loves to twist real cocoons out of sheets and put his legs on the one who sleeps next to him. This was Kitty's place, and that's how they designated it, kept it until she returned.Lou moved closer, pulled the slipped blanket over his brother's shoulders, and hugged him without saying a word. I felt how my body shuddered less and less, how it calmed down, and remembered ...Louis was six years old. The family recently moved from Australia
Went, damn it, Louis for cigarettes ... He returned with a swollen cheekbone and the same fists. Tom looked, didn't even ask for details. And so everything is clear. They are on such a platoon that they are ready to explode from any wrong word.- Feel better?The brother shook his head.Did you buy a cigarette?Lou tossed several packs onto the table one after the other. Tom brought him a cold wet towel. He's even glad that Lou played off some steam. He tries too hard to control himself. He turned on the "big brother" mode and takes care of him like a little one. And what is it like for yourself? And Tom can’t be patronized ... he should be punched in the face at least for allowing a filthy pervert to steal Kitty like some kind of thing ...He dreamed about her last night ... walking as if nothing had happened through their kitchen in her brother's long T-shirt, barefoot, beautiful to the point of pain in her heart, and the bells on her ankle rattled habitually and invitingly. Tom was
Kitty. The tip of the tongue pushes into the incisors twice, giving birth to the rhythm of her name. Like one of her bells jingling.Kitty. A drop of Metaxa on the lips. Two steps up the stairs to heaven.Ki-i-itti... It's like you're beckoning a wayward cat. Will he give a stroke or scratch his hands?Kitty. A syllable for each of her men. Two steps up the stairs to hell.Whale. One. The only one.Hank is drunk. Not too much, only to a pleasant dizziness, when the fingertips and the skin on the cheekbones become slightly numb, and the surrounding sounds become muffled. Yes, he drinks alone, so what? It cannot be called loneliness. She is here, with him, inside him, like the strongest alcohol, only this hop will not disappear with the dawn.Hank pushes the empty glass away with two fingers and reaches for the phone again. He doesn't let go of it anyway. The glass smells of roses. It smells of their first night, in which there was no one but the two of them, an empty park and a huge st
Her breathing and heartbeat stopped twice. Once while waiting for the ambulance. The second is on the way to St. Thomas Hospital. For the first time, Inspector Donovan had led her indefatigable, incomprehensible, bottomless heart. The second is a defibrillator.Of course she called him. Of course, she didn't wait...because she couldn't. They took Maniac. Miracle or divine providence, but with one blow of her almost toy knife she managed to blind him. Blind, he didn't get far. The kid the psycho used as bait wasn't physically hurt. Released from the ropes, he, sobbing like a child, pushed the policemen aside and held her head in his lap until the ambulance arrived.At the hospital, she underwent emergency surgery and received half a bucket of blood. The doctor said that the condition is stable, but life in general is not in danger.Tom flew along the night track at such a speed that he lost control and flew over the fence. The car is trash. He escaped with a broken ankle. The case was
The new taxi driver did not remain silent, but asked again - is the miss sure that she needs to go there? Kit irritatedly repeated that she was sure, and promised double the payment if they got there as quickly as possible. The Indian, swarthy as milk chocolate, beamed and said that the Fast and the Furious would seem like turtle races to her - with such speed he would drive Miss to her destination. Kit didn't listen to him. Her heart clenched in pain and horror. Harry got her... Even from prison, from solitary confinement, he could reach out to hurt her.Tapi… the baby's face came into view. He smiled and held out his plump hands to her. What will happen to him if she dies? Volume? Louis? What will happen to them all?But does she have a choice? She can't, she has no right to risk Hank's life... Because of her, only her fault, he got into trouble... She won't forgive herself if the Imitator kills this pure, innocent boy just starting to live. She can't live with it.“Here, miss. Ever
Kit tapped the end of the phone on the table, opened the case, closed it. She sighed. Strong coffee was cold in a tiny cup. She finished it in one gulp and beckoned the waiter to order more. Hank, who asked for a date, was running late. It didn't look like him. She agreed, reluctantly… After his antics with graffiti, the situation at home was like a minefield. Both pout. Both pretend not to pout. Both of them demonstrate in every possible way what magnificent husbands and even more magnificent fathers they are, in order to let her fully experience in this contrast what a cruel, heartless and immoral pig she is. Both secretly rummage through her phone, tablet and laptop. Both lay out in bed so that sometimes she crawls into the bathroom on wobbly legs - for five minutes to freshen up, and locks herself there for an hour to rest. She already hurts to sit.They did not hear any other answer to their question that evening. Lou grunted, "Do what you want with whom you want, but not in our
Tapi, say - Raivo. Well, repeat the same - Paradise, - Keith persuades his son.— Ay-oh! - the redhead chirps cheerfully and again tries to grab the smoky bobtailed ball on plump paws. And he is trying to grab a human cub, diligently opening his small, but already quite toothy mouth. The son laughs. The puppy growls, thinly, funny. Both are equally funny, clumsy. Louis watches this with a smile. She and Tom did not dare, but some damn mysterious HD did not hesitate, took and gave her a puppy. And she seems to be quite happy. Fuck! To the question - what kind of HD, allowing herself such almost intimate gestures, she waved it off - but, there is only one fan. Rrr. It seems that to feel with this woman something one thing, positive, for example: happiness, peace, peace, is absolutely unrealistic. There will definitely be a dark side, a fly in the ointment, a worm of doubt, a soul-rending minor note in a seemingly major melody.“There’s some moron under our windows drawing a heart on the
“The bullet is the last solid argument in our argument with you, in our argument with you, in our argument with you,” Keith repeated the chorus line and listened as the melody reached its highest point, to the climax, and then stopped. Phew... She's squeezed like a lemon. Exhausted and happy. She smiled and thanked the audience. I caught a plush animal thrown by someone on the stage. I put on my shoes. James was already waiting for her like a bayonet, escorted her to the dressing room and froze outside like a rock. The guys quietly hated him, unfairly believing that he was reporting to the Sparks about Kit's every move. Only with Lekha did he develop a warm, almost friendly relationship. Equally large, massive, they looked at this world and one small woman from one point of view accessible to them.Kit armed herself with a cotton pad and makeup remover. Let the boys hang out if they want, but she is tired like a dog. Erase this mask from your face and go to the hotel, bye.“Miss Keith
Hank took a deep breath. Turned over to the side. On the stomach. Again on the side. Opened, it seemed that it was too hot. The clock at the head of the room lit up part of the room with a ghostly light, showing 2:13 am on the clock face. There was no sleep at all. Pulling the pillow from under his head, he pressed it to his stomach, wrapping it around his knees. At least some illusion of a red-haired witch is nearby ... He had never fallen in love so quickly and painfully.Once he got on the Internet, he surfed for hours on end, looking at her photos, listening to her music, and reading articles, interviews, and gossip of all kinds. In the photo, she often appeared with one of her boyfriends, or even with both at once ... Jealousy was driven into her heart like a painful nail at the sight of their happy faces and remained there, burning. The brothers adored her, and it was impossible to hide it - the camera does not know how to lie. At one time they did not advertise their relationsh
Hank woke up completely numb. The water was chilly before dawn. The sky was already brightening in the east. Only his stomach and chest were warm, against which the Kitsune curled up under his windbreaker was pressed. Didn't dream. She and all this wonderful night he did not dream.Smiling, he pulled his numb hand out from under his red head as carefully as possible, gently stroked her hair, and got up to stretch his body, stiff from an uncomfortable overnight stay. We slept for three or four hours, probably ... I want to drink to death. Kitty sighed, curled up tighter like a cat, but didn't wake up. It's probably freezing... I wonder what time it is? His phone died at night. When will the damn gates open? A couple of cups of strong hot tea and a good English breakfast are a must for them. It is necessary to wake her up ... I wonder what awaits him after waking up? Will she smile? Get up and walk away with a stone face? It's kinda scary...Squatting down in front of her face, he strok
“Turn away,” she demands sharply, and Hank obediently turns away while she dresses. You could just watch ... and not only ... and suddenly - how you cut it off. Lowering his head, he picks up his clothes scattered on the grass and makes an attempt to pull his tight jeans over his wet body. It turns out badly ... His hands tremble, his knees give way. And not at all because spring in London is not Thailand for you. Oh, what was it? And now what? What's next?Once dressed, Hank turns around, unsure where to look. In the eyes? Perhaps best in the eyes. In the bottomless, with predatory sparks ... almost inhuman. They just had something like that ... and now? A cloud that has run into the moon hides Kitsune's face in a dense shadow, not allowing him to make out his expression. Blood rushes to his cheeks and a new wave of shivers wash over Hank from head to toe. He lowers his gaze, staring at her bare feet.“You are so beautiful…” he says softly, unable to think of anything better. - I…“S