BASH
I can still remember the hissing sound of the bullet passing through the air, and that terrifying sound pierces my ears. Then there's that moment of silence that is more horrifying.
I despise silence these days. It's deafening, and now all I can hear is the ticking of the clock on the wall.
Ranjiv left my place about half an hour ago. Trinity hasn't said a word until now.
I know she heard everything that I was talking about with Ranjiv. She's just staring at the copper-colored wall in my kitchen and drowned in her thoughts.
"Tri, please say something. I know you heard everything we talked about earlier." I lean my elbows on the countertop.
She reaches for my hands, squeezes them, then lifts her gaze to give me a tight smile.
I bring her hands to my lips, kissing them. "I was worried hell about you, Trinity."
She shakes her head. "I was worried hell about you, Bash. Your life has been in danger twice in a row now. Why didn't you tell me that he threatened you like that?"
"There is nothing to worry about it, Tri," I reassure her as I caress each knuckle of her hands. "That was only an empty threat."
"Don't you think you should tell your parents about it?"
I shake my head as I round to her side. "Nothing to worry about, Tri. It's not a big deal, and they already have a lot on their plates right now."
"But Bash," she presses.
"Tri, please?" I cup her face, kissing her on her lips. "I was jealous, too," I admit, making her smile.
"I can't see you, a hot piece of Bash is getting jealous. Do you feel threatened?" she teases.
I kiss her lips instead, yanking her shirt off over her head. She wraps her arms around my neck instantly. I skillfully undo the clasp of her bra with my fingers while the other freely explores her exposed skin.
She shivers with my touch. I feel her nipples pucker under the cold air-conditioning. Finally, a moan slips from her lips when I have her nipple in my mouth.
"Take me to your room, Bash. Now!"
I pause, looking up at her, amused. "Our room."
"Take me to our room, Bash. Now!"
"Yes, ma'am." I grin. "Wrap your legs around my waist, baby."
I place her slowly on the bed as I rake my eyes at her half-naked body. I unbutton her jeans, then pull them off her legs. It annoys me that her jeans are so tight, like her second skin.
"Don't wear this thing again, Tri," I order.
"Says who's still overdressed." She chuckles.
"Shut up. That s not funny while I'm struggling to take this off of you. I want your voice only for your moans and screams of my name while I pound on you so deep and hard." I quickly shrug my clothes off and drop them on the floor. I crawl to the bed on top of her.
"Confident as always."
"You know me too well, baby. Now, are you ready to scream?" I smirk.
"Let's then find out."
***
Trinity is sleeping soundly. When I say soundly, she's slightly snoring after our intense orgasms.
My lips spread to a smile when I slip off my arms under her head.
I head down to my office. My mind flies back to Tennings' journal. I sit down after taking the journal where I placed it in my safe.
I am curious to know what's so important and why he had it with him. I'm dying to know, but I feel nervous at the same time.
I blow a breath after a moment of hesitation. There is a date written on the top left of the first page.
I flip it open. It's written in bold letters.
I must say, he had good penmanship for a psychopath.
I start reading the first line until I'm lost about what's written there. It feels like I've been brought into his life. Like I am him while reading it. I can feel his suffering and pain through his words.
If what was written here was true, then he suffered a lot more than just a prisoner throughout his sentence. He was tortured many times, violated, and drugged. When he couldn't take it anymore, he pretended to be mentally ill, and that's when they transferred him to the mental facility, and he was still violated.
No wonder he came to my mom for help. If I remember correctly, he did mention that he had no choice.
If he was forced to do such horrible things? And since when?
And the question is, who forced him?
Was this the same person who ordered them to torture, abuse, and drug him? That person must be powerful to manipulate the act.
I feel terrible for what he went through. After what he did to Mom, I still pity him, maybe because he was a victim too. But that didn't give the right to hurt innocence, forced or not.
My phone vibrates on top of the desk.
"Mom, is everything alright?"
"Baby Bash, your dad found out what you did." Mom sighs.
"What did I do?" I am confused. I'm sure Mom doesn't know what happened to Tennings while he was locked up.
My mind is still in the journal.
"Your dad found out you sent your jacket for a test, Bash. Whatever the result, Dad still loves you, right?"
Shit.
I breathe through my nose and answer truthfully, "I'm so sorry, Mom, but I just want to know the truth."
"I know, baby. How are you holding up?"
I look down, playing with the journal in my hand. "I'm good, and if you think of convincing me to see a shrink, please, don't waste your time. I'm good as new. I'm not suffering from any flashbacks, and I'm stronger as a horse."
She laughs out loud, making me chuckle. "I know, and I can see that. How's K?"
I roll my eyes. "Stop playing matchmaker, Mom. I should give you credit for the job well done, though."
She laughs again. "I know, right?"
"I think it runs in the family."
Mom told us that my grandma wanted to set up Mom and Dad for a date, but unfortunately, she died of cancer. She was able to write down her will to arrange for Dad to marry Mom.
"Lizzy is worried about you, baby. I think you should call your sister."
"Hmm. She worried too-" My eyes fix on the page that I unknowingly flip.
Beware of FOX.
My brow furrows.
The word fox is in bold letters. What does it mean? Is it supposed to be with the? Probably nothing.
Beware of the fox?
"Bash, are you still there?"
I feel hands wrap around my waist. "Yup, I'm with you."
The naughty Trinity slips her hand inside the waistband of my sweatpants. She wraps my cock around her hand and strokes it teasingly.
I'm hard in an instant. I have to bite my lip to hold the moan about slipping from my lips.
Shit.
This woman is the death of me. I can feel her grinning at my back and telling me that she just does a great job of teasing me.
"Am I disturbing you, Bash?" Mom's voice interrupts my thoughts.
"M-mom, I um," I stutter, and Mom laughs. I know she gets the reason why I'm currently preoccupied.
Shit.
"You could've said so, baby." She laughs again.
I groan internally. My face heats with embarrassment, and I know Mom was not born yesterday.
"M-mom." Shit.
"Have fun, son." Great! Mom just found out that I'm about to have sex.
Before I can answer, the line goes off. I groan louder. Trinity's hand is out of my sweatpants.
I turn around to face her. Without warning, I lift Trinity off the floor, place her instantly on my desk, and grip her hands on both sides.
"You wanna play a game?" I position my hard cock between her thighs, and I can feel her warm core, and I can see it in her eyes that she's damn turned on as me.
"Yes, Mr. Hughes."
I nod slowly and smirk. "Wanna play a boss-assistant game?"
She shakes her head. "How about a master-slave instead."
I stand up in front of her. Pushing down my sweatpants to my feet, she sits straight, eyes on my hard cock. Her pupils dilate, and she darts her tongue to wet her lips in anticipation.
"Suck me, slave. Hard, and take me all in." I grin, releasing her hands.
She swallows hard. Eyes fill with excitement.
"Suck, or I will punish you," I command, and she startles.
Shit. Did I scare her?
"I'm sorry, Tri," I mutter.
She barks out laughing, slapping my chest playfully. She drags herself down and kneels before me, causing my breath to hold in anticipation.
"You suck at roleplaying, master," she says seductively. "A slave is supposed to be terrified."
Before I can reply, her mouth is already wrapped around my cock.
I jerk out of control and hiss as she clamps my cock with her mouth. "Fuck."
My jaw drops as she takes me all in, teasing the head with her tongue.
This woman is definitely the death of me.
"God, Trinity." I make a low, masculine sound deep in my throat as I throw my head back. "It feels so fucking good."
And fuck, if she's not the hottest thing I've ever seen as she blows my mind with her mouth.
***
About an hour ago, I received the DNA result and called my parents, Lizzy and Trinity, into my office.
I glance at the white envelope on top of the desk once again.
The door swings open. My family marches inside with my girlfriend.
I stand up to welcome them with a warm smile. I want them to know that whatever the result, I'm still the same Bash they know.
"Bash, whatever is on that report, I just want you to know that I'm still your big sister, and you will always be my baby Bash." Lizzy kisses my cheek.
"Son, you know I'm against what you did, but since you wanna find out the truth, then it's your right. But whatever that result, you are still my son by flesh and blood, get that?" Dad squeezes me into a hug.
"Thanks, Dad." I look at Mom.
She manages to give me a sweet smile like she always does. Trinity smiles at me before she mouths I love you.
I grab the envelope and start to open it. I blow a breath and take the paper with my trembling hands.
I flip the result open. The laboratory logo printed in red color appears first. The suspense is killing me, and I can even hear my own heartbeat.
I unfold and open it wider. My eyes widen when I read the result. I make sure I read it correctly, and I run my gaze on that line one more time.
While my family is waiting for me, I'm still frozen, stiff as a corpse.