The Consigliere's Secret

Katya

The shame lingered till the evening of the next day as I drove to the address given to me in the text.

With each walk I made which reminded me of my sore muscles and how many times I had given in last night, humiliation made a tent in my mind.

Even as I bathed and changed the sheets myself, it lingered like a venom, reminding me of how many times and positions I had spread my legs for a murderer.

He had finally left sometime around 3 in the morning when the rain stopped, while I lay boneless and unmoving on the bed which would be traumatised if it could think.

I drove into the street and checked my rearview mirror to be sure I was alone.

Kyrian hadn't found the idea of being kept in the dark about where I had to go alone, wise.

But then I had lied that I was going to visit Ferrara, and he had clamped his lips shut.

I stopped a good distance away from the address and pulled out an umbrella, adjusting my long leather jacket.

The skies were brewing for a rain again, but that was