DexterThe room is completely dark and what little light is streaming into the room is coming from the lamp post outside. It’s bathing the entrance in an orange light, but that isn’t enough to fully see. I look around for the kid and don’t see him, not right away. By now, he’s probably seen that I followed him, so he must be hiding. Before I utter a word, I look around in hopes of spotting him. I have no luck.“Kid?” I ask as I look around. No answer comes from him. I add, “I saw you come in here. Are you seriously going to act like you’re not here?”Still, no answer. “Fine. We’ll just stay here the whole night. I have time.”He’ll definitely hesitate after this. Nobody wants to be caught sneaking in anywhere. As for me, I could always say that I found the door open. I fold my arms and lean against the doorframe. Although I’m curious to look around, I know better than to turn on the lights. Finally, I hear a sigh. “I just came in for some snacks.”“So, you are here?”“Could you cl
LaraDexter stays longer than usual, which works to my advantage because it gives me enough time to try to seduce him with my dancing and striptease. By the time he leaves, I know that I’ve succeeded in impressing him. He leaves me a generous tip and goes about his way.I go to Ambrose afterward and tell him that I’ve told Dexter about the shipment, which is what we planned to do earlier. There won’t be a shipment, but he’ll probably spend the whole day there waiting for it. It’s a petty revenge, but it’s something. I finish my shifts and then go up to the apartment, where I find Ander in the living room. He’s sleeping. I have a cup of tea and then go to bed as well. Waking up refreshed is essential, and maybe he and I can go on a drive somewhere. Who knows?I wake up at around ten and find the apartment empty. Naturally, this throws me into a fit of panic, and I call his name loudly as I search for him. “Ander? Ander, where are you!?”The front door is open, so I rush out of it sti
LaraI’m the first to break the kiss.We stare into each other’s eyes for a long while. To me it feels long, but perhaps only a handful of seconds have passed. Dexter lowers his eyes and looks the other way before stepping away from me altogether. He appears embarrassed. This display of—I’m not even sure what that was—dampens my feelings of anger for a moment. Maybe it’s because I’m just too stunned to react. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles before reaching for the door and leaving. Once the door is closed, I wipe my mouth with my hand repeatedly but even that doesn’t make me feel clean enough. Ambrose walks into the room almost immediately. “What happened? Did he attack you?”“Yes, he did.”“Let me see,” he says as he angrily strides toward me. I show him my neck and he seethes. “I should have done something to prevent this. I should never have let him come in here!”I touch my neck gingerly. I space out for a short while and think back to the kiss while Ambrose goes on about aborting the
DexterI never knew what it was like to be a damned man before. Now, I’m starting to understand. Although I feel no love for Ellen, I can’t fathom the thought of cheating on her. I don’t think that’s honorable at all. I’d much rather leave her if I wish to pursue a romantic or any other kind of relationship with someone else. But there are complications to leaving Ellen. Her father is my boss and I have a lot of respect for him. On top of that, I’ve been with her for far too long to just leave her now. It would be easier for me to cut this feeling I have for Red from the root. What is this feeling, though? Lust? It’s definitely not love. I don’t even know her. What I can’t deny is the fact that I want her. I fucking want her with every fiber of my being and it all started when I first saw her dancing onstage. I can’t even deny this feeling and say that it was something else. Ever since, I’ve been haunted by images of us together in a sexual way. I keep seeing her breasts right be
LaraI've just dropped off Ander.He's enjoying school more than I thought he would. He's adapted so quickly even though there's so much he doesn't know. The good thing is that I didn't neglect his education as he was growing up. I taught him how to read and do sums. It's paying off because this teacher, a Mrs. Ferrel, told me that she's impressed by his skills. I couldn't be happier. But my happiness is marred by the fact that I might not have a job by the end of this week. It's been seven whole days since I saw Dexter, and I'm starting to think that he won't come back at all.If he doesn't, then it means the end of my employment. I'll have to talk to Ambrose about it and I'll do it as soon as I arrive at the strip club. I'm someone who likes to have things organized, so I want to know what my choices are. I've decided that I want to remain in the city and I'll do anything I can to stay here. Life in Elwood was too simple and not right for a growing boy. He doesn't have to live w
Dexter I’m mildly relieved that Red has agreed to come with me.However, I’m torn between feeling glad that about having successfully convinced her to come with me and feeling angry that I’m here in the first place. I shouldn’t be here. I should be heading home, especially after my last encounter with Mr. King. He clearly wasn’t happy about the way I was treating his daughter and he was right. I was an asshole. Being here with the woman that I shouldn’t be running from and that started all of this to begin with is a big mistake. I’m taking this too far, and who knows where it’s going to end?“The reason why I wanted to talk to you is because I have an offer for you,” I say. “I still want you to be my spy. However, I won’t be able to come to the club anymore. Or rather, not always.” She appears pensive when I make my offer. I add, “Nothing changes. Not the pay or the nature of our interactions. The only thing that will change is where we’re going to meet. Which will be in a locatio
LaraI don’t think that I’m crazy for having accepted Dexter’s office. Although Ambrose told me that I could keep the job even without the spying element, I want to do this as a thank you to him and also to keep working on my revenge plan. Hey, if I have the opportunity, then why not? What the hell is stopping me?Nothing. So, I get ready that night and then head on to the strip club. Ander had a successful day at school and he’s pretty tired, so he told me that we’ll talk tomorrow about his day. Right now, he’s sleeping, and I leave him a note telling him that I love him and that there’s dinner in the oven, in case he wakes up. The place is unusually crowded, which makes me wonder if there’s a special event going on. Apparently, there isn’t one. It’s just one of those days. I see a lot of new faces, and I have to admit that the way some men are looking at me makes me feel uneasy. I don’t know why that is. Maybe it’s because I’ve already gotten used to the regular customers. I fi
Lara "I know who you are," Juliana says.For obvious reasons, this is like a punch to my throat because my mind starts imagining wild scenarios. A few seconds later, I tell myself that I probably have it all wrong. She can't know the truth of who I am. How is that possible?So, I tell her, "I don't know what you're talking about."Juliana takes a step toward me, her eyes narrowed. "When I first saw you, I knew that I recognized you but I didn't know from where. It was only when they said your name that I became suspicious. And so, I asked a few of my clients to do some research on who I thought you were, and now I have my answer."I'm stone cold. My heart is slamming against my chest but I don't want to get ahead of myself. I don't want to assume the worst so readily. Juliana tilts her head. She has this expression on her face like she's mocking my anguish. "What, you don't believe me? You don't think that I know who you are, Lara?"I still don't say a word. I'm hoping and praying t
DexterA month has passed since Finch’s untimely death, and Lara hasn’t quite been the same. She’s been suffering quite a lot, and honestly, I understand why. Nothing he said made sense to me. Yesterday, she told me that she started to understand a little, but this is all a mystery to me. Maybe she gets it because she knew him better than I did. She grew up with him even though he was my biological brother and not hers. That gives her a pretty fair advantage over me. I’m haunted by the brief conversation we had over the phone. I hadn’t guessed at the time that it would be our first and last one. To sum it up, he told me that he wanted me to be Beta, and that he wanted me to promise that I’d take care of Lara and never hurt her again. But before that, he told me that he wasn’t as forgiving as she was and that he was glad I lose a hand. It was a crazy damn day, and it ended so tragically. But slowly, she’s been crawling out of her shell. Of course, her grief is only noticeable to t
Lara“Is it done?” Finch asks me over the phone. I find myself nodding, and then say, “Yes. It is.”Putting my father down was a decision we all made. It was ultimately what was best for everyone. We’ve all been hurt by him, and I think now, we can have that closure. With him being alive, there’s always that fear that he might run away from prison and target us. He’s always been vindictive. We had an incident with Jensen’s father, who had been Ambrose’s employer. When he heard of his son’s death, he orchestrated a prison break and came after us. Well, that’s what we gathered from the Gammas and Deltas who protect us. He never got close, but that didn’t mean the worst couldn’t have happened. He’s dead now, but he was a reminder that Lycans are very vindictive and will stop at nothing to get revenge. We’re all part-Lycan, so we understand this better than anyone else. We’re also vengeful in our own ways. All of us. Finch heaves a sigh. “Well, that’s the end of it.”For some reason,
Dexter“You’re free to pass through,” the prison guard tells me as he opens the door to the visitor’s room. I never thought that I would find myself here. After I sent Victor to prison for the murder of my mother, I thought I wouldn’t need to speak to him again. I didn’t need him to explain to me why the fuck he killed my mother so brutally. I didn’t want to hear any of it. But since I got together with Lara, I started feeling this sense for closure. My story doesn’t feel complete yet, and that’s because there are loose ends that I haven’t tied up. Well, there’s one, and that’s Victor. He’s sitting alone at the metal table. His hands are out of sight, and he looks older than I remember him. Maybe it’s the orange uniform that’s giving me that impression.When he sees me approaching, his eyes don’t leave my face. There’s not a single thought behind them, and as I sit across from him, I try to convince myself not to lose my cool and end this in a way that won’t land me in prison.“D
LaraI stand in the balcony of my room and stare at the moon, which is high in the sky.The sky has never looked more lovely. It’s like a velvety canvas dusted with thousands of glittering stars. Then, there’s the moon, of course. She’s the star of the show. I can’t help but feel gratitude spreading all through my body as I stare up at Her. Things worked out well for me. For us. The air is cool and still, and it’s carrying this fresh scent of pine from the surrounding forest that invades my nostrils every my time the wind blows. It’s so serene at this time of the night. Everything is still and peaceful. Arms encircle my waist from behind, and I feel the coldness of the metal of his prosthetic against my bare belly. I nestle into Dex’s warmth. I know it’s him. His warm scent envelops me like a cloud, and he kisses the arch of my neck sensually. “Awake at this time?” he asks hoarsely. “Couldn’t sleep,” I say. “Today was a good day, wasn’t it?”I think about the trial that happened
Lara"So," Finch begins when I sit directly across from him. "What happens now?"I've been asking myself this for the past few days and honestly, there's no answer. I don't think that's such a bad thing, though. Sometimes, it's great to not be able to predict anything. I want to see where this goes, too. Why should there always be an answer to everything?I tell him this, and add, "I'm happy with the progress that we've made. Isn't that great? We're taking it a day at a time. All of us."Finch looks right and stares out the window to the spot where Ander is flying a kite with Dex. The two of them are inseparable and it's a joy to see. Ander is a lot more active and they get along. "Hm," Finch says. "What?" I ask, my lips curving into a smile. "Stop being so pessimistic all the time. Why can't you be happy with me for once? I know how you feel about Dex, but he's a part of the family now. You have to put in an effort."Finch scoffs. "When hasn't he not been a part of the family?"I
DexterThree days later, I'm as good as new.As soon as I step out of the hospital, Lara is outside. She’s in the driver’s seat of the car, wearing dark sunglasses. The sight of her fills me with a fresh new will to live. When I left her room that night—right before getting jumped by fucking Jensen and his men—I thought there was no hope for us. I left that house with no expectations. But look at where we are now. I climb in the passenger’s seat. I lean toward her and press a kiss to her lips. They’re soft and she smiles against me. For the past three days, she’s barely left my side, and we’ve gotten close in a way that I didn’t think would be possible for us. I’m a brand new man, and suddenly, my life is full of possibilities. “It’s so fucking good to see you,” I tell her as I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. She smiles, but then it falters. “We’ve got our work cut out for us. You know what today is.”The reminder makes my heart skip a fucking beat. We both agreed that
LaraWhen we reach the house, I tell the men to stay outside with Dexter. “I’m sorry,” I tell them, looking at the injured man. “It’s only going to be for a few minutes. I’ll send a signal for you to come back.”Dex grabs my hand before I step out of the car. He stares at me and says, “Promise me that you’re going to take care of yourself. That you won’t get hurt.”“I promise,” I say. We stare intently at each other before he pushes me toward him. Our lips collide and we share a brief but passionate kiss. It’s time to go, though. I head toward the house and the gates open. I step in. I can’t meet them yet, not when I’m in only a coat and have my scrapes and cuts on display. I have to get dressed. There can’t be signs of a fight on me. It only occurs to me as I step inside the house that someone could’ve called Jensen to warn him that we attacked. But they didn’t have the time to do it, not when they were fighting for their lives. A man meets me at the door. I think his name is G
Lara But wait. Something keeps tugging at me, and when I pay close attention to it, I realize that it’s the background noise that caught my attention. The rattling chains. That almost metallic sound of the door opening. That’s all familiar to me. I chew my bottom lip and think deeply as we head home. It’s been three minutes since I last spoke to Jensen and I haven’t stopped thinking about that tiny detail. Why’s it all so familiar to me?I close my eyes and try to think. Chains. The first thing that comes to mind is Dexter’s ex. She was tied up in them when he took me there so I could decide her fate. And then there was the sound of him opening the door to the warehouse. That’s how I figure out where Dexter is. Jensen took him to the warehouse where the money had initially been stashed. The realization makes my heart pump faster and I tell the driver. “Stop. We’re going someplace else first.”My nerves are making my fingers shake with anxiety. I just have to take a deep breath
Lara There’s no way that Jensen has Dexter. This has to be another bluff. That’s what I tell to myself to calm down. My heart is slamming against the base of my throat and I find it hard to breathe. “You’re a damn fucking liar, Jensen.”“Am I?” he asks quizzically. “The plan was always to use capture Dexter. Only, we figured it would be hard to get him to talk, considering he’s tough as nails and would rather die than tell us where the money was. I suppose you know about that by now, don’t you? That I’m the one who was your employer? If not, now you do. This filthy fucking rogue took my money and I want it back. I’m prepared to take this to hell if necessary. What the fuck do I have to lose?”I say nothing for a good few seconds as I try to figure out what I have established so far. Jensen is my employer. Earlier, he told me he had someone I cared about and that he wanted to negotiate. I thought it was Ambrose, but it’s actually Dexter. Suddenly, someone comes to mind. I was talkin