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This is a revised version of the story that I published on Smashword starting back in 2014. It is rewritten with much-added material. However, I did have to age up some of the characters so no one is underage in this version.

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Curtis Mitchel: We interrupt your programming to bring you a breaking news. Gunshots have erupted in the quite suburb of South Hill, WA. We go now live to Debra Horne-Dannell on the scene.

—Transcript of Q13 Fox broadcast, June 26th, 2013

Wednesday, June 26th, 2013 – Mark Glassner

Wednesday morning dawned beautifully.

As usual, the media and the paparazzi was gathered outside our cul-de-sac, ready to take pictures as Mary and I jogged past with our naked sluts. Cameras flashed and recorded. My dick was so hard. I loved it. I had power. No one else could do what I did.

A few of the more attractive female reporters, including Debra Horne-Dannell from Q13 Fox, joined us, stripping off their miniskirts and blouses, clearly prepared because they already had on running shoes. It was hot seeing them embrace the exhilaration of public nudity, their fine asses bobbing before us.

People lined our route, many holding signs. Some protesting our nudity while others encouraging us. Other women rushed out of the supporters, bearing their breasts and asses, more tits bouncing around us.

Mary and I brought freedom from the shackles of outdated morality. What was wrong with people jogging naked? Exposing their bodies? Especially the beautiful women.

Nothing.

When we returned, Jessica awaited us. “Master, Mistress, the interviews are all set up.”

I nodded, though groaning. I looked forward to the after-job orgy, but there were morning shows to do and I had told Jessica to set it up, so I didn’t complain. Maybe I was maturing. And its not like our jogging sluts wouldn’t be waiting for us.

Giving an interview was different. We sat in our living room under the hot lamps of the camera’s lights wearing thick pancake makeup so our faces looked “normal” on the camera. We gave two news interviews via satellite with Q13 and KING 5, both local channels. We promoted our charity and Mary let some subtle hints drop about me running for that empty State Representative seat.

“Why don’t you run for office?” I asked Mary between interviews, half-joking and half-serious. I was pretty sure I wanted to run—mainly for the thrill of fucking naughty interns—but Mary was the one with the true ambition.

“You’re the better liar, Mark,” Mary said with a grin. “Plus, then I get to be the power behind the throne, so to speak.”

“And how are you going to control me?”

The smile on Mary’s face turned mischievous and she reached out and grabbed my cock. “With the joystick between your legs.”

I laughed and kissed my sweet Mary. And then the next interview started up.

After the interviews, and a hot orgy with our jogging sluts, we ate a delicious breakfast prepared by Desiree. Then Mary and I settled down on the couch to watch Once Upon a Time on Netflix. And to my surprise it was good. Somehow it skirted this fine line between corny and schmaltzy. The show had heart, and I found myself getting into it.

Once Upon a Time reminded me, weirdly, of the first season of Lost. I hoped it ended better.

When the fifth episode ended, Mary stood, stretched, and then walked upstairs. I frowned and almost asked her what she was up to when the next episode started. I paused it, glancing upstairs and wondered what was taking her so long to pee. I was excited to start the next episode.

“Come on, Mare,” I groaned after ten minutes. Maybe I should come up and check on her?

I was about to send April, our nerdy slut, who also loved Once Upon a Time, when Mary came back dressed in a simple, flowery sundress with thigh-high boots that came just to the hem of her skirt, leaving only an inch of pale thigh exposed.

“Well, I got to get going, hun,” she said and kissed me. Flowery perfume wreathed her. She hadn’t worn it before going upstairs.

“Where to?” I asked. “I’m bored, maybe I’ll come along.”

She gave me a confused look. “I told you I was seeing Alice today, right?”

Alice. The name left a bad taste in my mouth. I had met her the day we bought all the houses on the street, and Alice and me did not hit it off. It was clear as day that the woman was in love with Mary and jealous of me. I looked Mary up and down, frowning. She put on lipstick, too. She was dressed up to go see her lover.

My stomach twisted and I grimaced. “I thought we could spend the day together.”

“Sorry,” Mary shrugged. “Alice has been bugging me all week to get together. There was nothing going on today, so I told her we could get together.”

“Well, cancel and spend the day with me,” I said, putting on my most winning smile.

Mary kissed me. “I’ll only be a few hours.”

“In that motel room?”

“Yeah,” Mary frowned at my tone. I hadn’t meant to come off cold, but I did. “What’s wrong, Mark?”

“Oh, nothing, my fiancee’s just all dolled up to go see her lover,” I said, trying not to sound bitter.

“She’s just my friend, Mark,” she said, her voice tight.

“You don’t spend hours in a motel room with someone who is ‘just a friend,’ Mary.”

She drew in a deep breath, her face reddening. “What I do with my friends is none of your business, Mark.”

“Well, I don’t want you to go.”

That was the wrong thing to say. Her face went red. “I’m not your slave, Mark! You made that choice and there’s no going back.”

I winced, guilt and hurt flooding thorough me. That one day where I controlled her like the sluts, the one day where I realized just how wrong it was. I freed her and she came back to me, but she never forgot. “Controlling you was a mistake. I’m sorry. Fuck, Mary, why can’t you just drop it?”

She laughed, an angry, mocking laugh. “Then don’t treat me like one of your whores! I can go when I want and do what I want, Mark.”

“And I’m just supposed to be happy when you I see you all dolled up and off to see your lover?”

“I don’t care about all the whores you fuck, Mark!”

“I don’t love those whores, Mary!” I sucked in a breath, not sure how either of us became this angry, but the fury gripped me. That fucking Alice.

“How many times do I have to say I don’t love her, Mark?”

“Maybe you should tell that to Alice.”

She blinked, her forehead furrowing. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It’s as plain as day that she loves you, Mary. Open up your fucking eyes!”

Her nose flared and she tossed her mane of auburn hair. “Goodbye, Mark. Hopefully you want be such a dick when I get home.” She slammed the door hard as she left the house.

“Goddammit,” I muttered to myself.

The moment she was out the door, I regretted the entire fight. Why had I been such a jealous ass? I knew Mary loved me. I knew I shouldn’t be jealous of Alice. But that memory of Alice glaring at me while I hugged Mary that day still galled me. Alice had been so possessive of Mary. Of my Mary. I wanted to track Alice down and set her straight, but that would only make Mary even angrier at me.

Mary didn’t want her friend controlled, and I promised not to use my powers on her.

Fuck, I should go apologize to Mary. I walked to the door and burst out into the noon sun.

Her red Eos convertible raced down the street, her auburn hair blowing behind her in the breeze. I had seen her drive off angrily like that once before, at Spinnasse in Seattle, when I called her ugly. That had been the nun’s foul spell talking, not my real feelings.

This time it was all me.

“Fuck, I’m an idiot.”

* * *

Mary Sullivan – Parkland, WA

I couldn’t believe Mark. I wanted to claw his eyes out for being such a pigheaded fool. How could he be jealous of Alice?

She was just a friend. Sure, we had sex. But I was fucking my entire family now, and Mark’s family as well. Sex had just become a way of showing any sort of affection for me. And it was Mark’s own, horny fault I was this way. He showed me my true passions that day he controlled me. Yes, he showed me his love, but he also unveiled the taboo to me.

Wild, crazy, uninhibited sex. No boundaries. It was addicting using women we never met, watching them make love to each other, savoring their bodies. I went back to him as much for love as for his power and the sex.

But he wouldn’t control me. I would do what the fuck I wanted. If I wanted to fuck Alice, I would. I would fuck her so hard. I would summon Lilith someone and get that dick I could have had instead of freeing Mark.

Then I would fuck Alice so hard with my dick.

I was furious the entire drive out to Parkland and the Blue Spruce Motel. Alice was already at the motel, in Room 15 according to her text. I parked my car and knocked on the door hard, he lock rattling.

“Ooh, someone’s eager,” purred Alice when she answered the door. She wore a black teddy trimmed in red lace. The material was transparent, her nipples shadowy-pink through the fabric. Both nubs hard.

Before she could say another word I was on her, kissing her, pouring out all my anger and frustration at Mark into her sweet, juicy lips. She moaned into the kiss as I pushing her back to the bed then gasped as she fell on it.

“Wow, someone is eager,” she groaned, her thighs spreading.

“I am,” I said as I reached for the flimsy, black panties she wore.

“Good.”

I ripped off her panties, exposing her shaved cunt. Without preamble, I dove into her tangy, sweet pussy, lapping angrily with my tongue. I took all my frustrations with Mark out on her delicious pussy, licking hard, making her gasp and squirm beneath my assault.

I wanted to slap Mark.

I growled into Alice’s pussy, digging my tongue deeper, my nose bumping her clit. She bucked and shuddered on the bed, loving what I did to her. Alice’s hands grasped her tits through her lingerie, squeezing them while her thighs clamped on my cheeks.

“Oh, yes, Mary. Oh, yes. Eat my pussy! I love it! You’re so wonderful.”

My tongue licked up to her clit. I sucked hard on it, bringing another gasp from her lips. Then I jabbed two fingers deep into her pussy, fucking them in and out of her so hard. Her pussy clamped down on my fingers as she bucked and gasped again.

“Oh, fuck!” Alice moaned. “Oh, yes, Mary! Fuck, eat my cunt! Oh, fuck! Oh, sweet Jesus, fuck!”

I assaulted her pussy, letting my anger with Mark vanish into her steamy cunt. This is what friends were for, helping each other deal with their problems. And right now, I needed to deal with the anger at my fiance. Feeling Alice’s fingers in my hair, her sleek thighs on my cheek, and her juicy cunt on my lips dulled away my anger.

Replacing it with lust.

I kept tonguing her, my fingers slowing down. I didn’t suck so hard on her clit, but she still loved it. She still moaned and gasped. My tongue kept licking her as my thoughts drifted from what I was doing back to Mark.

He was only jealous because he loved me. He just wanted to spend a quiet day with me. Maybe I could have just seen Alice another day? And maybe if he hadn’t been such a dick about it, I very well might have.

“Oh, yes, Mary.”

Alice’s moans brought me back to her pussy. I was here to make love to Alice. Mark could wait until I returned home.

I pumped my fingers faster. Alice trembled and bucked. I sucked on her clit as I watched her breasts heave in her nightgown. Her dark hair tossed about her face as she writhed back and forth. And her moans. Such sweet moans.

I loved making a woman cum.

“That’s it, slut,” I grinned at her. “Mmm, let me hear you cum. I love making you cum.”

I sucked on her clit again. She bucked. Her pussy clenched on my fingers, spasming with delight. I sucked harder on her clit, loving that I made her cum. Her body writhed on the bed as the pleasure burst through her.

“Oh yes! Oh, god fucking yes, Mary! Oh fuck, that’s so amazing! Keep doing that. Oh, my sweet Mary, yes!”

Fresh juices flooded my mouth. I drank them down.

“Oh, my sweet Mary! How I love you!”

I blinked, my fingers freezing in mid pump. What did she just say? That she loved me?

Could Mark be right? No, that couldn’t be it.

She only cried out that she loved me because I was licking her pussy and making her cum so hard. It was only the heat of the moment talking. I crawled up the bed and gave her a kiss on the lips, letting Alice taste her delicious pussy.

“Wow,” she panted. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” I sighed, nuzzling her neck.

“Tell me, I can see somethings bothering you.”

“Just Mark,” I said in irritation, not wanting to talk about it. Her words echoed in my mind, mixing with Mark’s. They both gnawed at me. “We had a fight.”

“Oh,” she said, a hint of something in her voice. Hope? “What did you fight about?”

“About you.” I swallowed. I needed to know. “Mark suddenly got real jealous and possessive. He told me not to come see you.”

Alice reached over and touched my face. “Maybe it was a mistake that you got back together with him. I mean, he did dump you for that other chick. And said those mean things about you.”

“That’s not what happened.” If I explained what happened, I would have to tell Alice about all of it, the devil’s pact, mind control, demons. And I didn’t want to. With Alice, I could almost pretend like I was a normal person. “It’s not a mistake. We love each other.”

“Then why is he telling you what to do?” Alice asked. “Why is he trying to control you? That doesn’t sound like love.”

I winced. He didn’t do that. He set me free. Yes, he could be an ass sometimes, like today, but I was my own person. “It was just a stupid fight, Alice, He just wanted to spend the day with me and was disappointed that I made plans. And he’s a little jealous of you. He thinks you’re in love with me.” I forced a light-hearted laughed. “Silly, right? I tried to tell him we were just friends.”

I tensed, waiting for her response.

Alice bit her lip, but didn’t laugh.

“Right, we’re just friends, Alice?” Please, don’t let Mark be right.

Alice suddenly kissed me. “Oh, Mary. I’ve loved you ever since I saw you naked that day when I slept over.” She kissed me again. I was too stunned to resist. “I’m leaving Dean. It’s over between us.” She clasped my hand.

What was going on here? My jaw dropped. My stomach squirmed.

“Mary, I love you so much. More than Mark could possibly love you. I wouldn’t need any other woman but you. Or a man. We can be together and be happy. I would never make you cry and cheat on you, like Mark.”

The way she said his name, so full of contempt and hatred. I loved Mark. How could she despise him so much? “But…” I tried to think, to wrap my brain about what was going on. “You can’t…”

“I’m tired of meeting in motel rooms,” Alice pressed on. “I want the world to know about us.”

“But I don’t love you, Alice.” The words hung between us for a moment, so I quickly added, “I mean, I had a lot of fun with you.”

“Fun?” Alice had an icy tone to her words and she let go of my hands. “That’s all this was? Just fun? What about the connection? The intimacy? I thought we meant something to each other.”

“That came out wrong,” I said, struggling to find the right words to calm Alice down. Why had I said it so flippantly. “We have something. We’re friends, we help each other out. We make each other feel better.”

“Well I want more, Mary,” she said, grasping my hand again, clutching me with desperate longing. “I need you, Mary. I can’t share you with him.” She made “him” sound like a dirty word. “To think about him on you, inside you. I thought I finally had you last week, and yet you stayed with him. He’s wrong for you, Mary. Can’t you see that?”

“And you’re right for me?” I demanded, suddenly angry at Alice for putting me in this situation. “Christ, Alice. We just meet in a motel a few times a week to fuck, and you want me to run off with you? You want me to give up the person I love most in the world for someone I just fuck?”

There was hurt in Alice’s eyes. “Please, Mary. You have to see what a bastard he is. He uses women. How can you love a man like that?”

I frowned. She wasn’t wrong. “That doesn’t change how I feel, Alice. I love him.”

“Then go!” she shrieked, her eyes wild, hurt. “Go back to him and be his whore! Go and let him drag you down into his filth! I won’t be there to catch you when he casts you aside for whatever cunt gets his dick hard next week.”

I couldn’t believe I had to storm off for a second time today. Why did she think she could seduce me from Mark? How could she not see how much I loved him? Why couldn’t she just be my friend instead of wanting more?

I slammed the door of my Eos and squealed the tires as I tore off out of the parking lot. This was supposed to be a quiet, relaxing Wednesday. Not the frustrating and confusing mess that it had become. Behind me, the bodyguards were racing to catch up, their sirens blaring as I floored it down Pacific Avenue.

* * *

Sister Theodora Mariam

I took in a deep breath. The slamming door announced the time had come for me to act. The argument in Room 15 ended. Now I had to do my part to defeat Mark Glassner and his whore.

I stood from the bed and walked out of my motel room. I had waited in the room just like the angel Ramiel had instructed me. Now, as the angel predicted, it was the time for me to act. The maid’s keys jingled as I pulled them out of my pocket and clutched them in my sweaty hand. The maid was gagged and handcuffed in the back of the motel room, being babysat by Duncan and Irene, two of the SWAT officers under my control. King and Dennis, the other two, waited in the SWAT van around the corner.

Last night, my Sisters and I took control of the remaining eight SWAT officers, giving us four each. Isabella and Agnes waited near Mark Glassner’s house with their men. There was only one thing left to do to set the angel’s plans into motion.

Today, Mark Glassner’s villainy would end. He and his whore would die for their sins, and I would free Sister Louise Afra from their foul clutch.

I took a deep breath and opened the door, stepping out into the sunny, June day. I was dressed in the maid’s clothing, a gray smock with a white apron, the type of uniform a maid would wear at any motel. I took the four steps to reach Room 15’s door.

I took another deep breath to calm my roiling stomach, and then I slipped the maid’s keys into the lock. I twisted the key, my palms sweaty. The SWAT officers were the back up. The spell I would cast in this room should lead to Mark’s downfall.

“Housekeeping,” I announced, slipping into the room.

On the bed lay a woman in a black teddy, her thighs spread apart and naked. She gasped and yanked up her covers across her lap. She had beautiful, black hair that framed what would have been a pretty face.

Instead she was a puffy mess from crying, black mascara leaving unsightly streaks down her cheeks, her hazel eyes were bloodshot. She wiped at her eyes and sniffed loudly, staring at me with shock. “What? Don’t you knock?”

“Sorry,” I lied. “Oh, sweetie, what’s wrong?” I asked, using my motherly voice. It had been so long since I comforted my own daughters. Tears misted my eyes. I blinked them away as I sat on the edge of the bed. “Huh, sweetie?”

“Nothing,” she said, wiping at her tears. “Just, just leave.”

“I’m Theodora. What’s your name, sweetie?”

“Alice.”

I grabbed her hand. I needed to perform the Qannow spell on her when she was at her most emotionally vulnerable. It would turn her into a weapon against the Warlocks. I didn’t want to do this, it felt wrong, but the angel’s assured me it was the best way. All our other methods had failed.

So I scooted closer. I put on my most motherly smile. “You can tell me.”

“I…I…my girlfriend left me,” she sobbed, her face breaking with pain. “I…we…”

“Oh, sweetie.” My heart broke for her. I hugged her to my chest. Her tears wetted the front of my smock as I held her. “That’s terrible. Why did she leave such a beautiful girl like you?”

She sniffed and answered with a bitter stain to her voice, “Her fiancee. She just wanted to fool around with me.” She sniffed again. “’It was just fun,’ Mary said.” More sobs wracked the woman’s body. I stroked her hair. “I thought we had something!”

“I bet you would do anything to be with her?” I asked, my heart hammering.

“I love her,” she moaned. “I love her so much! I would do anything to have my Mary back!”

“Qannow,” I whispered.

White light engulfed us both—the prayer’s manifestation. Alice stiffened in my arms. The white light sank into her body. Her aura flared golden bright for a heartbeat before fading back into silver. She pulled away from me. Her tears stopped.

“I…I have to go,” Alice said. “I needed to get something from home. And then Mary and I can be together.”

I sighed in relief. I stood and slipped out of the room as Alice dressed. My stomach roiled with nerves. I couldn’t wait for this to be done. No mission had ever stressed me out so much as this one. The angel Ramiel told me the plan should be guaranteed to succeed. Alice, under the Qannow spell would stop the Warlocks. Then I wouldn’t have to unleash the SWAT officers and their van full of weapons.

I reached the motel room. “Let’s go.”

The two SWAT officers—dressed in their black fatigues and body armor, their MP5 sub-machine gun’s dangling from straps across their torsos—nodded. They had black ski masks and black helmets and looked positively terrifying. Both were big, even Irene, and the body armor and gear only made them bulkier.

People would die if I unleash them. I didn’t want that blood on my hands.

They followed me to the waiting SWAT van without a word, slaves to my will. It was cruel, but they were first made slaves by Mark. And once he was defeated, they would be freed. To defeat evil we had to use its weapons.

I stepped into the back of the blue SWAT van. King tossed me a spare flak jacket. It was heavy and tight on my chest. I velcroed the straps, hating how it squeezed my breasts. Then I put on the helmet. It felt even heavier than the body armor as I strapped it tightly under my chin.

“Let’s go,” I ordered and Dennis started the van.

It would all be over soon.

* * *

Mark Glassner – South Hill, WA

I picked up the phone a dozen times to call Mary and apologize for the fight.

And set it right back down.

I didn’t want her to get angrier with me for interrupting them while they had their fun. It still left a bitter taste in my mouth, but Mary was right. I had the opportunity to keep her as my slave and I chose to give her back her freedom. And that meant she could do things I didn’t want her too.

I had to trust her.

“Master,” Jessica said as she walked into the living room. “Debra Horne-Dannell from Q13 Fox is doing a story on you. She wants to get some B-roll of the house.”

I frowned at Jessica, “What?”

“They want to film the outside of the house for the story,” Jessica answered. “It’s very common to collect B-roll. And the story will be a good piece.”

“Yeah, sure,” I said dismissively. I didn’t give a flying fuck right now.

“Then I’ll let the guards at the entrance know,” Jessica said with a smile.

I grunted and stared at my phone again. What if I sent Mary a text message? I know it wasn’t the most personal way to apologize. But I just wanted to let Mary know I was sorry. Plus, a text was less likely to interrupt her and Alice.

The front door banged open. I looked up hopefully at the small hallway that led to the front door. A moment later, Mary slumped into the living room looking miserable. It hadn’t been that long since she left. I mean, it felt almost like an eternity to me, but really it was only an hour. Clearly her…whatever with Alice didn’t go well.

I stood up, swallowing. For a moment as we stared at each other, an awkward silence choking the air. “Mare, I’m sorry,” I said finally, beating down my fear. “I was an asshole. I can’t tell you what to do. That’s wrong. I’m sorry.”

She sighed and rushed to me, her arms throwing around my neck. Her flowery perfume filled my nose—intoxication. She was in my arms. I hadn’t fucked things up. Such relief flowed through me, melting away all the tension.

“It’s fine,” Mary sighed.

“It’s not fine.” I stared into her green eyes. “I love you and I have to trust you. I believe you when you say you don’t love Alice. I’m sorry for getting jealous.”

Mary laughed bitterly. “You weren’t the only one.”

“What?” I blinked. “Who are you jealous of?”

“No, Alice is,” Mary sighed. Then she sat down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. I joined her and she cuddled up to me. “Alice confessed her love to me today. She told me I had to choose. You or her.”

I wanted to say I was right, but I sense that was the wrong thing to say. Still, I was right. Instead of gloating, I said, “What happened?”

“We fought. She wasn’t happy that I chose you. I guess I need a new maid-of-honor.”

“I’m sure you guys can work it out,” I said, being careful to hide how pleased I was at the news.

“She asked me to leave you and run away with her. How do you work that out?” She gave me such a plaintiff, hurt look. “How can we go back to being friends when I had to reject her love?”

“Time. Alice just needs some distance to sort out her feelings.”

“I guess.” Mary sighed, her face bitter. She snuggled closer to me. “Just hold me, okay. And never leave me.”

“I won’t, Mare. We’ll be together forever. You wished it.”

“I sold my soul for it.” Her voice was a soft whisper.

“Do you regret it?”

“Not you.” She paused. “But look what it’s brought us. We have to go around with guards and our families are in danger.”

“So what should we do? Go find the nun and say, ‘Hey, exorcise us.’ Is that what you want?” Mary didn’t answer, just bit her lip. “I would give it all up for you, Mare, if you really want to give it up.” I kissed her beautiful lips. “You are all I need.”

“But we’d go to prison,” Mary sighed bitterly. “And…I’m not sure I could give it up. The power is too intoxicating. To control someone.” A shudder ran through her body. “How could I ever give that up? How could you?”

“Because I love you, Mare.”

She smiled and kissed me. Her lips were so sweet. We kissed and kissed, drinking in each other. Time didn’t matter, nothing mattered but my naughty filly and how her lips felt on mine. I slid my hand up her dress, found her breast, and gently caressed her through the fabric.

I wanted to take my time with Mare. Make her feel loved.

Her hands gripped my face. Then her fingers traced my jawline up to my hair. She ran her fingers through my hair as I pushed the left strap of her dress to the side. I slipped my hand into her bodice and found her perky breast and hard nipple. I traced her areola, then gently pinched her nipple through her hand.

A throat cleared. “I’m sorry, ma’am,” one of our bodyguards said, interrupting us. She was 63, one of the twenty-four new recruits from Monday. “There’s an Alice Perry demanding to see you. She was stopped at the entrance.”

Mary sighed. “Send her up. I’ll talk to her.” Then she glanced at me. “Sorry.”

I shook my head.

“Do you want me to…?” I swallowed.

“Come?”

I nodded.

“Yes. Maybe if she sees us together, see how happy we are, she’ll understand that I love you, and she can let go her feelings for me.”

“Okay, Mare.”

We followed 63 outside. It was warm, the June sun beating down on our heads. Alice pulled up in her cream colored Jetta and hopped out. I frowned, taken aback by her expression. Her face was twisted with crazed passion and her black hair whipped about her head as she raced up to Mary, screeching almost unintelligibly.

“You should be mine!” Alice spat, her purse bouncing on her hip as she stopped before us. “Mine! Not his!”

“Alice—” Mary tried to say, but Alice screeched again.

The bodyguards began to gather outside the houses they used as barracks along the street, watching the argument. 63 glanced at me, her hand reaching for her baton. I shook my head. The shouts attracted the sexy Debra from Q13 Fox. She pointed, directing her cameraman to film us.

I groaned. I’d have to remember to order her leave this out of her story.

“How can you love this bastard?” Alice stared right at me. Her face twisted ugly with jealousy. “Mark is wrong for you!” Spittle flew from her lips.

“You have to leave, Alice,” Mary pleaded. “I’m sorry. I can’t be around you if you’re like this.”

Her orders didn’t work on Alice. A faint silver outline surrounded Alice, the aura of a normal person. Mary had told Alice to ignore her commands. Well, I could make Alice leave. Better to break my promised to Mary then to have the bodyguards force Alice to leave. She might get hurt if she resisted too much.

“Alice,” I said.

Alice’s eyes found mine. Hatred burned in them. Her hands reached into her purse, pulling out something dark. Her hand moved as a blur.

“You have to understand that Mary is with me and—”

“Gun!” 63 shouted from behind me.

My words choked off. It felt like a gorilla sat on my chest, crushing my lungs. I could not breathe. I tried. Blue smoke curled from the barrel of the small gun in Alice’s hand.

When did Alice draw the gun?

Everything moved so slowly around me. Pain blossomed in my chest as Alice’s gun barked over and over again. Bullets punched me in the chest.

I was falling backward. It seemed to take an eternity.

Mary stared at me in stunned horror while 63 drew her own weapon. A triumphant smile exploded on Alice’s lips. Then her body jerked back as the first bullet struck her, the gun falling from her hand.

I landed on the soft grass.

I felt every blade of soft grass itching my body. The scent of fresh-cut grass filled my nostril. I stared up at the blue sky. It was so beautiful. No white clouds marred the deep blue vista. And then the world began to grow black, starting on the edges, the shadows bleeding towards the center.

Mary’s face appeared above me. She was yelling something, pleading. Her hands pressed on my chest, trying to keep my life from spilling out of me.

She was so beautiful.

The most beautiful thing in the world.

I tried to tell her that, but only blood escaped my lips. Everything was growing darker. The world shrank until there was only Mary’s perfect face. Her green eyes filled with fear, tears rolling down her freckled cheeks. Her auburn hair formed a curtain about her face. I reached up to stroke her face, but my arm refused to move.

She was so beautiful.

And then I was falling, falling, falling.

Into darkness.

To be continued…

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