Dark Desires: Genesis by Kourtney King Page A

were done fucking and
other than the first night where she had snuck out on him, he had spent every
second with her in close proximity the night before. He watched the shock and
fear play out on her face as she closed the luggage and put it back in place
along with everything else she had touched. He noticed that she didn’t call
anyone, merely went to the lounge and turned on the TV before she began eating.
She stayed there until he returned to the suite.
    He
closed the screen and called his tech guy Mike.  He asked for a background
check on Valerie and gave him the only details he knew which included a
physical description, her full name and her address. He stressed that he wanted
a list of everyone she communicated with or had met in the last 6 years. Her
history from the age of 16 would be sufficient enough to find out whether she
was friend or foe. He could only hope that she kept her mouth shut, otherwise
she could get herself killed even if he was the one to do it – he hoped it
wouldn’t have to come to that. The guns he was carrying were brand new and
state of the art. They were also licensed which meant that he would not run
into any problem with the authorities. None of his contacts were in the city as
far as he knew, that did not mean that it was safe for either of them based on
the line of business he was in. Wherever he went danger always lurked, he always
had to have his guard up. If she said the wrong words to the wrong people, it
could spell her end because men like him did not like outsiders having any kind
of Intel on their work; they barely trusted each other as it were.

Chapter
Five
    Val got inside the house and headed straight
for her room. She was exhausted; she'd had a long night and a terrible morning
- with the latest discovery scaring her to her wits end. She berated herself
for the stupidity she had demonstrated this past weekend which was in
contravention to the promise she’d made herself before relocating – that she
would be wiser when it came to men. Who would sleep with a man that they did
not know, not only once but twice? Many people hook up but how many hook-up
with a murderer? Was a better question she mused. Murphy's Law seemed to be
rearing its unwanted head and it was driving her into a state of anxiety and
agitation. What were the chances of her meeting and falling for a guy like
Vladimir, who looked clean cut on the surface but was far more sinister upon
closer inspection? It was probably in the same region of chances, that her
dream boyfriend was nothing but a mirage as he was already engaged to someone
else – the unfortunate one percent. With her string of bad luck lately she
hoped she would not fall into the one percent where emergency contraceptives
were ineffective – that would devastate her and ruin any plans she had to
redirect her life into something positive and constructive.
    She’d been trapped in her head for over an hour
and realised that worrying was eating at her nerves and solving nothing in its
stead. At 2P.M she decided to make a task list of what she needed to do and
remembering it was a Sunday, a day where everyone seemed to want to close shop
early, she’d hit the grocery store and book shop first. She stripped out of the
clothes Vlad had bought her and shoved them into the shopping bags with all his
other shit. She donned her own jeans and a vest, feeling a wave of serenity
wash over her at being in her own space wearing her own clothes, for good
measure she opened her cupboard doors and shoved the bags all the way in the
back – she would see what to do with them later but for now, out of sight out
of mind was her M.O. She was off to the bookstore to get the textbooks on her academic
list.
    A few hours of keeping her mind focused on the
things that were important and the nervous energy she released through walking
eased the tension she’d been carrying around; it had done Val a world of good
to step out. After unpacking her groceries, she sat in