Kabanata 9
Kabanata 9
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BULLET
"If I could kill someone with my mind, it would be you," I said.
He gasped soundly and grasp his chest, "that's the sweetest words I heard in my life, wife."
I rolled my eyes, "you're insufferable."
"Aww," he purred.
"Aww?" I narrowed my eyes, "you're ridiculous."
"And sexy," he added.
"You're an idiot,"
"And handsome," hindi siya mawawalan ng dagdag.
I growled and closed my eyes. Idinantay ko na lang ang ulo sa passenger seat at 'di na nagsalita buong biyahe.
He didn't even bother pestering me which, of course, I was thankful. Wala pa 'kong tulog simula kagabi sa sakal-sakalan. I mean, kasal-kasalan.
The reception took a long time, not because there are festivities or something but because of the food. Which I heard a part was cooked by Zion.
After the judge left, Alchiel came and made me sign an agreement. An agreement protecting their family from harm against me. Legally binding, of course.
I could not speak of our marriage outside unless asked.
I was not to reveal any secrets from what I knew from them, an enhanced NDA. They emphasized I was not to reveal any knowledge I had with Twinkle. That much was emphasized in almost every clauses.
I was supposed to tell my agency that I married Zion and will be staying with him to infiltrate what I know about DEA but it'll be the other way around.
If my agency cast harm against me, I will be protected by them.
The Reaper would wield me as weapon against those who unleashed me, manipulating everyone through me. Once I betrayed them, or did something to endanger them, the contract will be null and void.
The consequence would be my life. Death, in short.
Hmm, not bad.
"What were you thinking, misis?" He asked.
"I was thinking of ways to kill you in your sleep," matabang kong sagot habang nakapikit pa rin at nakahalukipkip.
I heard his soft chuckle, "it won't work, wife. I'm telling you. It's better if you sleep with one eye open. Who knows? Maybe one day you'll wake up and my knife's on your throat."
"That's how far you got? Maybe one day I'll wake up?" I opened my eyes to shift his way, "come to think of it. What if, perhaps, you won't even had the chance to wake up?"
Hindi siya umimik.
"Hmm, baby?" I indulged again.
I caught the way his body tensed. His jaw clenched.
I smirked.
"Scared, husband?" I asked in a sing song, "why don't you just let me go and—"
"I won't fucking let go, Bevurleigh," he cut me off.
It was my turn to freeze now. My heart spiked as a spark flickered inside, dim but with shine.
"—I'm not done with you yet," he finished. "I won't let you go unless you're useless to me."
And my heart fell.
But oh, well, I realized I still have a beating heart.
Good for me?
Hindi na kami ulit nag-imikang dalawa. Pinaglaruan ko na lang ang stereo sa sports car niya habang nasa biyahe papunta sa bahay ko para kunin ang mga gamit ko.
Nang pumarada ang sasakyan sa tapat ng bahay ay mabilis akong lumabas at iniwan siya. I heard his foot steps behind me but instead of taking the way in the main house, doon ako umikot sa garahe.
My eyes hurt seeing my damaged children scattered around and when I got to my eldest son, tinanggal ko ang tela at hinaplos iyon.
"Zion, baby," I mumbled.
"Yes, wife?" Inangat ko ang tingin at pinanliitan ng mata ang huli na nakadukwang sa gilid at inaaabot ang basag na side mirror ng Honda ko.
"Not you," I spat, "baby ba kita?"
His forehead creased, confused.
"You called me baby earlier, right?" Tumayo siya at marahang inilapag ang side mirror. Sumandal siya sa poste at pinanuod ako habang nakahalukipkip. "And I'm Zion?"
"I don't know your name has a patent now," I shook my head, "ikaw lang ba ang p'wedeng Zion sa mundo?"
His gaze landed on the bike I'm caressing as recognition filled his eyes.
"You...named your bike after me? Aww, honey, I can kiss you hard now. I'm touched." He looked so touched, even showing me his gentle blue eyes kaya napairap ako sa hangin.
"You're so conceited," I spat, "my son was named Zion before I even met you. Ikaw ang gaya-gaya ng pangalan sa anak ko."
Dumukwang ako pabalik para kunin ang puting tela para matakpan ang bike at planong ilagay sa isang secured na pwesto para 'di na mas lalong masira.
"It wasn't working?" Tumayo si Zion sa tabi ko para tignan ang bike, "can I touch it?"
I nodded and let him. Hawak ko ang puting tela ay inikot ni Zion ang bike. I don't know if he was just checking or admiring it. It was damaged, anyway.
"Are you still riding this?"
"Minsan," I answered. "But not much since I have other bikes. Ayaw kong magasgasan but you see what happened now, my babies are all trashed."
"This was your first bike," he noticed.
"At paano mo nalaman?"
"I was preserving my first race car, too," he answered, his blue eyes twinkling with such softness. "I loved it so much, it made me realize how I love racing so much. I assumed you felt that way, too. With me."
I scoffed.
He chuckled, "I mean with your bike, misis. Zion din kasi ang pangalan, nalilito tuloy ako kung ito ba talaga ang mahal mo o ako?"
"Oh, I love you, honey," I smiled sarcastically sweet. "I'd love to watch life leave your eyes."
He pouted, "ang lambing-lambing talaga ng asawa ko, halika nga rito nang masakal kita."
He took a step forward, napatawa ako at napaatras. Natigil siya saglit at napatitig sa mukha ko.
I didn't even realized what I've done until I saw it on his eyes. The way his lips curved in awe and amusement.
I cleared my throat. I pursed my lips to glare at him when he took a step forward and caught me.
Umakma pa 'kong tatakbo pero naapakan ko ang tela at nawalan ng balanse kung hindi niya lang nahila ang baywang ko papalapit sa kanya.
My heart quickened when our chests crashed. My breath hitched.
His blue eyes wandered on my face, his look handsome as ever and I watched it soften as his gaze got stuck in my eyes.
"Do you have poor eye sight?" He asked.
Kumunot ang noo ko at natanto bigla ang sasabihin niya kaya mabilis ko siyang tinulak at umayos ng tayo.
"Yes," I answered instead and glanced at my bike. Tinakpan ko ang bike bago pinulot ang mga sirang parte para ilagay sa box.
"You have beautiful eyes," he mentioned again as he followed me around.
"Thanks,"
"What color was it?" He asked again.
Niyakap ko ang ang box at tumitig sa kanya, "brown."
The side of his lips tilted.
"Light brown," I corrected.
Tumango siya at sumandal sa pader pabalik. He crossed his legs and arms on his chest while watching me.
"Why didn't you wear clear contacts?" He asked as if my eyes interests him so much.
"Because I don't want to," I answered. "I'm too beautiful for more attention. I'm getting too much."
I smirked. His mouth parted until it tilted into a sexy smile.
"Bagay na bagay ka talaga sa pamilyang perfect, Mrs. Sandejas," he mused.
I gave him an arrogant smirk. I brushed my hair with my fingers and shrugged.
"No hassle," sagot ko at inangat ang buhok para itali nang matantong wala nga pala akong ponytail na dala.
Ibinagsak ko na lang ang sinakop na buhok sa huli, 'di na siya muli hinarap para lumabas sa garahe nang maramdaman ko ang hawak niya sa siko ko.
He gently pulled me back and I glanced his way, annoyed and confused when he tapped my nose and urged me to show my back on him.
"What?" I asked, "I have things to do, boss, stop being childish."
"Grabe ka naman, childish ba maging concern sa asawa ko?" He asked coolly.
My cheeks heated.
Asawa? Asawa...asawa!
I felt him brushing my blonde hair with his fingers, his warm hands massaging my scalp as he gathered it on his palm and tied it with a ponytail. I was stopping my breathing the whole time, confused and panicking inside with the feelings it had given me.
"Baka magulo 'yan, ah," I said instead. "Gugupitan talaga kita."
He chuckled sexily, "trust me, baby. I know how to tie you—" I stilled. "Your hair, exactly. What? You're thinking of something else, wife?"
I bit my inner cheek, "yeah, I've been thinking of strapping you in a chair, maybe bind you in a rope then I'll slit your neck."
He chuckled, "sounds hot," his breath touched my nape the hairs on my back rose. I fisted my palm. "I see violence turns you on, too."
"Only with you," I spat.
"Hmm," he hummed, his palm touching my stomach until he's wrapping it around my waist and buried his face on my neck, sniffing me. "Only with you, too."
Was it crazy if I said there was nothing sweet with threatening to kill each other but I did find ours sweet? When I find this turning me on? When my heart's racing like this while he's behind me?
I heard his soft breaths and the way it caressed my skin made me tremble. He didn't do anything, just hugged me from behind while burying his face on my neck and I didn't do anything, either.
I just let him hug me like that. Just let him slowly make a reaction within me. I just let him lit a match and started the wildfire trying to consume me for a while now.
From the inks peeking from the sleeves of his black shirt, my eyes fell on his muscled arm wrapped on my stomach. Inangat ko ang kamay at umakmang hahawak.
I hesitated.
"Kapag ito magulo," bulong ko at kinuyom na lang ang kamay.
"It's not," he whispered back, hugging me like a koala. "Look."
Inangat ko ang tingin at natantong nasa harapan namin ang basag na salamin.
I saw my face in the distorted remnants of the broken pieces while Zion was behind me, broken and distorted too in his reflection but still, breathtakingly beautiful.
I didn't notice my hair anymore as I locked gazes with his blue gaze staring at me. He was massive behind me, my small frame will be nothing if he crashed me.
"I was doing Twinkle's hairstyles, you know,"
Doon na ako natauhan at mabilis na ipinaling ang ulo para sana tignan siya pero 'di nagawa dahil ang ulo niya'y nasa balikat ko.
I remembered Twinkle's hairstyles. The pigtails, the braids with the colorful ponytails.
"How so?" Natawa ako, "don't tell me you spend your time watching and practicing? You? The Zion?"
"Of course!" He sounded so offended, "'di lang ako gwapo, favorite Kuya din ako ni Twinkle!"
"Ikaw lang ang Kuya niya," I reminded him.
He groaned. I bit my lower lip.
"You're so mean to me, baby," he whined.
"I'm not, I was just asking," sagot ko. "I wasn't expecting it would be you, I mean, she has two other sisters to do her hair nasa last option ka sa mga kapatid mo na magtatali ng gano'n sa kanya."
"She was basically my daughter," he answered.
I stilled and whipped my face to see him but he tightened his arms around me so I won't move.
"What? She's your daughter?!" I exclaimed.
"Huh?" He asked, "no, baby. I mean she was basically my daughter. In terms of our relationship."
Mas kumunot ang noo ko at naguluhan.
"What I meant was, she was always with me than our parents," he cleared. "Sibyl was always outside the country for her work. Zirena was busy, freelancing and traveling with her boyfriend. My parents are going back and forth in every shoot for Mom's acting projects. They can't bring Twinkle around in public kaya ako ang mas madalas na kaaway no'ng maliit."
"Oh..." realization hit me, "you mean you're basically her guardian now?"
"Hmm," he nodded on my shoulder, his chin still on my skin.
"But you're a racer, a champion," I cleared. "Aren't you in public, too? You're famous, I'm sure, won't people be curious about you? And Twinkle?"
"Do you think they'll be able to know everything, wife?" He hummed. "You didn't even know I was Reaper before I held you at gunpoint."
"Asshole," matabang kong sabi.
He chuckled sexily on my ear, "not everything will be seen and should be shown in public, honey. Since, you're my wife...well, it's up to you if you want to claim me as a husband but you're my wife."
My heart spiked.
"No," I answered, shrugging the feelings off. "We're only married for whatever your endgame was. No one will know of this marriage but my agency."
He hummed and nuzzled my neck with the tip of his nose.
"You can tell anyone we're married, ayaw mo nang mas makatotohanan? It'll be more convincing...for your mission."
Natahimik ako, "what will I really do?"
His breath quickened and when he pulled back from his embrace, it felt empty.
"You'll know in the meeting," I saw him brushing his hair from the broken mirror. "Come on, honey. Take your things. We're going home."
Home...
I blinked but before I could even react and say something, he was walking out of the garage to the house.
When I got inside the house, Zion was there. I looked around to check on him when I realized the bookshelf where my hidden basement was was slightly opened.
He's in there.
I sighed.
Tinulak ko iyon at bumaba sa hagdan at doon ko siya nakitang nakasandal sa salaming cabinet ko. He was playing with my knife with his fingers, humming a little, not even acknowledging I was there.
Sumandal ako at pinanuod siya.
"How did you find out I was Scythe?"
"Because of this," inangat niya ang kamay at hinagis ang kutsilyo. It went straight to the center of my dart board.
I was impressed.
"Knife?"
"The room," tumayo siya para kunin ang kutsilyo at inulit ang ginagawa. He didn't even missed once. "I was looking for clues for whoever the hell hurt my secretary when I came across here."
"Ako lang ang may alam nito,"
"Noticed the uneven wall so I tried, it led me here. Turns out looking for my secretary's attackers are pointless when she's the fearless Scythe all along." He shook his head, "and I had one of your guns."
Kumunot ang noo ko.
"You left this, saw it in one of our sting operation. Figured it was from the infamous Scythe," he took something from his jeans and put it at the top of my drawer. Lumapit ako at napaawang ang labi nang makita ang dating baril.
Fuck!
It was a customized one, the one with a small S engraving in the handle, a twin to my only remaining one in display.
Hinaplos ko iyon bago sumulyap sa display kung nasaan ang kasama niya. I was looking for this before, going back to the location to see but unfortunately didn't. I gave up afterwards but was still disappointed whenever I see my empty display.
I just hate seeing my collections—my babies destroyed and gone.
It's funny how I feel more emotions with things than actual people. Kaya kapag nababawasan sila at nasisira, nagagalit ako.
It was actually my driving force why I have no problem messing with Wyatt Anderson. That asshole's gotta pay for damaging my children!
"You can keep it,"
My mouth parted, "can I?"
He nodded, my eyes brightened as excitement filled my chest.
"We both like collecting, I figured. Just don't use it against me, wife. We're good." Tumaas ang sulok ng labi niya at doon na ako napangisi.
"Really?!"
He nodded, smiling gently. "Yeah,"
I gasped loudly, humigpit ang hawak ko sa baril bago tumakbo palapit sa kanya.
"Thank you!" I squealed, kissing him hard on the cheek. "I was looking for this before—"
I stopped when I noticed how hard he was staring at me. I caught how his eyes fell on my lips and I found myself doing the same thing. Our breathing mingled. My stomach tingled.
Liquid heat rush in between my legs with the sight of him tensing and swallowing while staring at my lips. I moistened my lower lip, an invitation for him to get the chance to kiss me while I'm still insane.
He moved his chest closer to me, only to freeze when my gun pointed on his chest stopped him. Nahulog ang tingin namin doong dalawa. I didn't even realize I was pointing a gun at him until he caught it from my hand and pointed it back on my chest.
Mas lumalim lang ang paghinga ko at inangat ang tingin sa kanya. The cold barrel sent shivers down my spine but those piercing and familiar blue eyes burned me, caressing my skin like a lover.
He moved the gun from my chest to the top of my shirt where my breasts are. My nipples hardened. He watched me as he moved the mouth of the gun around my peak, watching how my mouth parted as I pressed myself more to it.
"You like it," he mumbled under his breath.
I took a step closer to him when he caught my waist and shifted our places, caging me on his position just a moment ago this time, the gun still on my breast.
He swirled the gun around my hardened nipples. My stomach clenched. My mouth parted.
"You like it, baby?" He whispered.
Hindi ako umimik at mas lumalim ang paghinga.
I shouldn't like him. I should want this! I shouldn't but my body's fucking betraying me!
He lifted my body with his one arm, slamming me down the drawer behind. Parting my legs apart, he placed himself in between, our gazes leveling.
"You like this," he announced.
"No..." I breathed.
"No?" Umiling ako at matapang siyang tinitigan nang muli niyang inulit ang ginagawa.
My toes curled as I placed my palms on my behind for support before I collapsed.
He moved the gun from the left breast to the right one, mimicking his move and the sensual dances the cold metal is doing on my chest.
"Still a no?"
Be strong, Bullet. Be fucking strong!
My jaw clenched, "no."
His gaze sparked with challenge and what he did next was not what I expected. The gun lowered from my breast, to my stomach, down...in between my legs.
I gasped loudly and stared at him, wide-eyed.
He smirked, "don't worry, honey, it's not loaded."
"You..." napalunok ako, "I hate you so much, Sandejas," I gritted my teeth and parted my legs more.
He chuckled huskily, realizing what I just did. I watched him move his hand slowly moving, teasing me with it, leaving a wet spot on my underwear.
"I love how much you hate me," he moistened his lower lip, "it shows, honey."
I gave him a narrowed look.
"But I'm jealous," his jaw clenched, "I only get to make you drench like that."
I fisted my hand when I saw him moved the gun away, his palm tightly pressed on my right leg moved closer to my core when his phone rang.
We both froze.
Nagkatinginan kami, walang salitang namumutawi habang inaantay na matapos ang mahinang tunog. When it ended, nahulog ang tingin ko sa palad niyang ngayon ay nasa may loob na ng hita ko, papaakyat nang mag-ring na naman ang phone.
I cursed, "damn it, Sandejas. Answer it." I growled, annoyed.
"Fuck," umiling siya at nanatili ang kamay na nakapirmi sa hita ko at habang kinukuha niya ang phone sa bulsa ay hinila ko ang collar ng shirt niya.
I heard the way his breath hitched but I didn't care, I kissed his jaw without any question and rubbed my breasts on his chest.
"Damn it, baby," nahihirapang bulong niya at 'di na naman nakuha ang phone na nawala ang tunog sa pangalawang pagkakataon.
"What?" I whispered while kissing his skin, his natural manly scent mixing with his perfume.
"Don't make me answer it," he huffed a breath and took my palm, placing it on the bulge on his jeans.
A small laugh left me. I squeezed him teasingly, earning a soft moan from him. It only made me wetter, nag-angat ako ng tingin at nahuli ang dilim sa mga mata niya, kasabay ng pag-igting ng kanyang panga.
I smiled sweetly.
"I hate you, Tish," he hissed under his ragged breath.
"Oh, I love how you hate me," pagbabalik ko sa sinabi niya. "It shows."
Nagkatitigan kami. I felt the invisible electricity flowing from his body to mine with that simple eye contact. It was undeniable.
The attraction I had with my enemy was so palpable it's screaming to get out, to be free, to be shown and I reached for his name, pulling him closer for a kiss when his damn phone rang again!
"Shit,"
"Answer it," iritadong tinuro ko ang phone niya, "and silent it after or I'll destroy it."
Annoyed, too. Inabot niya ang phone. Itinuloy ko ang paghalik sa leeg niya. My tongue made its own way to the strokes of his tribal tattoo sexily swirling on his nape and shoulders.
I still haven't seen it in full glory and I couldn't wait to have a taste. My other hand was on his crotch, caressing his hardened dick and it made me proud turning him on this much that I felt his body tensing.
"Hello?" He growled on the phone.
Kinagat ko ang labi bago inabot ang belt niya para tanggalin. He eyed me sharply. I lifted my finger and placed it on my lips to tell him to stay quiet while I suck him.
He shook his head at me. Tinaasan ko ng kilay.
"Ayaw mo?" I mouthed then show him a pout.
I know he can't resist.
His fingers dug on my skin as he sighed, moved his face closer to me and gave my forehead a kiss.
"As you wish, wife," bulong niya at muling bumaling sa kausap sa phone. Igting ang panga at iritado pero marahan ang haplos sa hita ko.
Satisfied, I excitedly unbuttoned his jeans and was about to unzipped his pants when I heard his next words.
"Yes, Jackie," he answered.
Just like that, nawalan ako ng gana at napuno ng iritasyon. I pushed him away. He watched me with confusion and took a step closer.
"What, baby?" He whispered.
Inirapan ko siya at muling tinulak bago tumalon pababa sa drawer at inayos ang skirt ko. Hinuli niya ako.
"What?" He asked softly, nawawala na ang atensyon sa kausap.
"Let go," I snapped. "Mag-aayos ako ng gamit."
Nagtataka ang tingin niya sa 'kin. Mas nairita tuloy ako.
"May kausap ka, 'di ba?" I asked, "go, talk to your Jackie, mag-aayos ako."
I turned my back on him but he caught me again and caged me on his chest.
"Ano ba..." reklamo ko at nagpumiglas.
"Send me the files via email tomorrow, Miss Vicente," his tone hardened. "And calls will not be accepted this weekend, it's our honeymoon."
Nagwala na naman ang puso ko at nag-init ang mukha sa sinabi niya. Nagpumiglas ako ulit pero mas yumakap lang siya at humalik sa buhok ko.
"Yes, transfer any important calls to William," aniya. "And call me only when it's urgent. I'm spending my time with my wife."
Mas nag-init ang mukha ko.
Tang ina mo, Sandejas!
"Yeah, thanks, Miss Vicente," he drawled and just when his grip loosened to lower his phone, tinapakan ko ang paa niya.
"Aww! What?!" He groaned and jumped.
Tinaasan ko siya ng kilay, "I said I'm busy kaya mauuna na 'ko sa taas."
"Why?" He whined, still jumping on his feet. "It's just for work, Tish. I didn't ask her to call me—"
"Did I ask?" Tumaas ang boses ko at mas nagrebelde ang dibdib. "I don't care! Mambabae ka d'yan! Mag-aayos ako!"
Tumalikod ako pero muli na naman niya akong inabot.
"We're not done yet," reklamo niya at bumaba ang tingin sa pantalon.
"Problema ko ba 'yan? Edi palambutin mo,"
"What?" Mas nag-inarte siya, "you started it, wife! And you're wet, too! Let me take care of it, hmm?" Lumambing ang mata niya at hinuli ang palad ko para halikan. "I promise, I'll be a good boy."
Tempting but...
"Nothing Franklin can't fix," sagot ko sabay hila ng kamay.
Natigilan siya at wala pa ako sa kalahati ng hagdan ay nag-iinarte na siya.
"Who the fuck was Franklin?!" He growled like an idiot.
"Boyfriend ko!" sigaw ko sabay takbo sa kwarto nang kumalampag na ang hagdanan sa takbo niya.
My heart raced as I slammed the door closed before he could even enter my room.
"Open this, Bevurleigh," kumatok siya.
"Bakit 'di mo pabukas sa Jackie mo?" I asked.
"What?" Mas kumatok siya, "Jackie's a colleague! For Pete's sake! Sinong Franklin 'yan?! Anong apelyido?!"
Natawa ako habang naglalakad papunta sa cabinet para kunin ang maleta ko at nagsimulang isiksik ang mga gamit.
"Leticia!" He called.
"It's just Bullet, damn it!" reklamo ko, "lahat ng pangalan ko tinawag mo na!"
Makulit na pinihit-pihit niya ang pintuan ko at hinayaan ko lang siyang mag-inarte sa labas habang nag-aayos ako.
"Wife..." ungol niya sa labas. "Let me in..."
"Ayoko, uwi!" Sigaw ko.
"I won't come home without you," he sighed, "come on, papasok ako..."
"Nope," I opened my lower cabinet and unlocked it. I took my precious toys out of it and tucked it gently and safely on my suitcase.
He knocked again, "gutom ka, misis?"
My stomach growled, "so?"
"Masarap ako," sagot niya sa labas. Napairap ako.
"No thanks, ayoko sa panis," sagot ko.
"What? Grabe ka naman sa 'kin?" Pagda-drama niya, "isang buong course meal na nga ako, misis. Lugi ka pa ba?"
Hindi ako umimik.
"Misis? Tish? Asawa ko!" He called in a singsong outside.
Baliw.
Kinagat ko ang labi at humalukipkip habang inaantay ang sunod niyang gagawing kalokohan pero wala nang kasunod. Nang tumahimik na sa kabila ay napailing na ako.
Tumahimik na rin ang isip bata. Kalaki-laking tao tinalo pa ang toddler sa kakulitan. I think Twinkle was way more disciplined than my childish husband.
Who would've guessed he's the same notorious Reaper everyone was afraid of in the underground?
I lifted my pink vibrator and smirked.
"My husband was jealous of you, Franklin," I whispered.
Of course it didn't answer. Papasabugin ko 'to kapag oo.
And hell, now I'm having internal monologues. 'Di kaya nahawa na 'ko kay Sandejas?
"We're having a lot of fun later, Franklin," I said instead and safely hid my vibrator.
I took important things. My lotions, face creams and things I couldn't leave without on my three suitcase.
Inilapag ko iyon sa lapag bago lumapit sa pintuan para makinig sa kabila pero walang ingay akong narinig. My forehead creased. Ano na namang ginagawa ng gunggong kong asawa?
Binuksan ko ang pintuan at kaagad na inatake ang pang-amoy ko ng mabangong pagkain galing sa kusina.
My heart jumped for the nth time today the same time my stomach growled in hunger. I left my door unlocked and went back to my cabinet to take my guns and knives when a head peeked on the door.
"Hello, misis," he greeted in an adorable voice.
"Ano na naman?" Kunwari'y 'di ko alam ang ginagawa niya at naupo sa kama.
"Hulaan mo anong ginawa ko," nakangiting tanong niya.
"Praised yourself in the mirror?" I asked.
Umawang ang labi niya, "paano mo nalaman?!"
I rolled my eyes. He chuckled then slowly entered my room.
"Tsaran!" He exclaimed as he lifted a plate of delicious-smelling foods and on his other hand was a glass of juice with an umbrella!
Nahulog ang tingin ko sa apron niyang pink na mukhang nahalukay niya pa sa kitchen ko.
"At nangialam ka nga sa kusina ko," I said instead, hiding the fact it made me sway.
"You're hungry," marahang lumapit siya bago ipinatong sa harapan ko pagkain. It was an expensive looking egg recipe with garlic rice, he even made an effort into squeezing the fresh mangoes to make a fresh juice.
"Sorry, this was the only food I can cook with the ingredients in your kitchen. Hindi ka ba nag-go-grocery? I saw a lot of take out boxes from your trash."
"I don't really cook," sagot ko at tumitig sa smiley face na mayro'n ang itlog gamit ang ketchup. "It's a waste of time. Easier to buy a fast one."
"It's unhealthy, Tish," inabot niya sa 'kin ang utensils. "Don't worry, I cook home-made foods almost all the time. Masama sa kalusugan ang puro fast food, fast ka rin meti-tegi."
I scoffed, "you and your words," I took a spoonful of rice.
"Alam kong 'di ka physically mabubusog sa kagwapuhan ko kaya papakainin na lang kita," muntik ko nang mabuga ang pagkain. Hinampas ko siya na mabilis nakaiwas.
He chuckled and lifted the tissue to remove something from the side of my lips.
"Does it taste good?" He asked.
I nodded my head.
Weirdly enough, this was the most delicious food I have eaten in my entire life. I closed my eyes to not let him see the lingering vulnerability on it.
"Pero mas masarap pa rin ako, 'no?" He mused.
"Kapag sinaksak kita ng tinidor, mananahimik ka kaya?"
He grinned handsomely, "ang ganda mo magalit, 'di ko maseryoso." He caressed my cheek then took a handful of my stray hairs away from my face.
He wickedly tapped my nose, "you are blushing, misis. Kinikilig ka sa 'kin?"
"Fuck you," umiwas ako at muling sumubo ng pagkain. "It was just heat. Sira ang aircon!"
"Oh, oo nga, 'no?" He nodded. "Sorry, misis. 'Di kasi kinaya sa sobrang hot ko."
Sinaksak ko siya ng tinidor sa hita. Napadaing siya at tumalon, namimilog ang mata sa 'kin.
"You did not!" He accused.
"It didn't penetrate," I shrugged, "mahina lang 'yon."
"It hurts!" Angil niya sabay hawak sa hita, "you are so brutal, wife."
"As if you weren't shot or stabbed before," matabang kong sagot at kumagat ng itlog. I took another one and extended it to him.
"Sa 'kin?" His voice softened.
I nodded.
He watched me with accusation, "isasaksak mo 'yan sa lalamunan ko, 'no?"
I scoffed, "ayaw mo? Edi h'wag—" but he was kneeling on the bed already and caught my hand.
Sinubo niya ang inilahad ko bago humalik sa pulsuhan ko.
"That's the sweetest thing everyone has ever done to me," he mumbled with a small smile.
"You're weird, you know that." Umiling ako. Hindi pinapahalata na nagustuhan ko ang sinabi niya. "What's sweet about stabbing your throat with a fork?"
"No one has ever done that to me before," minasahe niya ang pulsuhan ko habang kumakain ako at dahil marami ang serving niya'y 'di ko mauubos kaya sinusubuan ko rin siya.
"If someone stabbed me, I'll make sure they won't leave the room still breathing," he shared. "Pero kapag nagsasaksakan tayo, kinikilig ako."
Kumawala na ang tawa sa 'kin. Kumislap ang mata niya at napangisi.
"Are you sure you're Reaper?" I pointed him with the bread knife. "In my head. He was fucking serious and intimidating. Never in my head did I imagine this would be like...this." Tinuro ko siya. "Be honest, niloloko mo lang ba ako?"
"Well..." he smirked arrogantly, "someone could have it all."
Ang kapal ng mukha. Nasaan na ba ang liha nang makiskisan ko ang lalaking 'to?
"But admit it, Miss Scythe," sumandal siya sa headboard at humalukipkip. "Fighting with me turned you on, too."
Could I even deny it?
"I'll be turned on even more if I see you tied in a chair, a gun or knife on your throat while I fuck you. You can't move because you're under my mercy," sumimsim ako ng juice at nilingon siya.
"I volunteer as a tribute," he raised his finger in the air. "Matibay 'yong upuan sa bahay ko."
"Oh, come on," napapikit ako.
Tumawa siya.
"I'm serious, baby. We can try it out later. No one will judge, we're newlyweds. No one would question if they hear you shouting my name," panghahalina pa niya. "We can try it tonight. It's our honeymoon, anyway."
"I'm not sure," I shrugged.
His mouth parted, "why?"
"Aww, sorry, mister. Hindi ba self-service?" I asked and I had never had fun watching someone's face until I saw his reaction.
Ang kulit-kulit niya. Ang dami niyang reklamo sa maleta ko no'ng nilalagay na namin sa sasakyan niya.
"I said important things, wife. Why did you bring your entire house in here?" He pointed my three suitcases.
I shrugged, "importante lahat. The first one had my outfits. The second one had half my remaining clothes plus my guns and knives."
He gave me a hard look.
"I have a mission! I could be at least, armed!"
"Tss, I'll check it later, Bevurleigh." Umiling siya. "And the last one?"
"Lotions..." I answered and bit my inner cheek.
"Lotions...and?" He waited for me to continue.
"Lotions!" I exclaimed.
"And...?" Tumaas ang kilay niya, "I can hear the and at the tip of your tongue, honey."
Ngumuso ako at tinuro ang sasakyan, "can we go—"
"Lotions...and?" Hinuli niya siko ko. "We won't leave until you tell me what's inside this."
I stared at him sharply. He didn't even faze and stared back, challenging me.
"Should I open—"
"Sex toys!" I hissed at his face. He blinked at me. "Happy?!"
Hindi siya nakaimik. I even saw his throat bobbed.
"Should I enumerate? Okay, I have vibrator, butt plugs, dil—"
"A-alright! Alright, I know!" When his cheek flushed, I realized it was me who won tonight. "Don't enumerate."
"You sure?" I shifted my position and pushed him on the side of his car this time, "aren't you curious what I'll be using on having fun tonight?"
His lips thinned.
"Stop—"
"I'll probably use the vibrator for the self-service," I pursed my lips. "How 'bout you, husband? Oh!" Hinuli ko ang kamay niya. "I guess you'll use Maria."
"What?" Kumunot ang noo niya.
"Mariang," I raised his palm, "palad..."
His jaw slacked. I grinned and turned my back.
"Fuck it, wife," he cursed with irritation.
"Sorry, husband. Try again next time. You know, self-service honeymoon," I purred before moving my hips teasingly, leaving him cursing outside.
Dumaan kami sa mall para mamili ng pagkain. Zion bought some pastries and sweets. He even bought a pink kitchen toy set for Twinkle. He said nagre-request daw ang maliit ng bagong lutu-lutuan.
He's quiet on our way to his house—yeah, we're staying at his house instead of his unit. Hindi pa ako nakapunta roon so I was excited seeing it for the first time.
"Twinkle's at the house," he informed.
My heart jumped, "really? Now?"
That's why he bought foods!
"Hmm," he tapped the steering wheel. "It was supposed to be on Monday but our parents had some business to attend. Is it okay?" Sinulyapan niya 'ko.
"Why not?" Sumandal ako. "I love having Twinkle around, mas matured kaysa sa 'yo."
He groaned, "you're really hurting my feelings, misis."
"Poor husband," I teased, "oh, we're here, right?" Turo ko sa malaking bahay. "That's the house?"
"Yeah," tumango siya.
"Faster," I urged him and when we got inside, hindi pa siya tapos mag-park ay bumaba na 'ko.
"Bullet!" He called, "the car is still running! Madapa ka!"
"I'm okay!" I exclaimed, "I'll go in first, take my bags out, honey! Thanks!" I chirped and walked towards the large door.
It's nice. I haven't seen this adorable kid for a while now and luckily, she's here! I bought her a pink bomb toy I saw last time, I still haven't given it to her yet. I'm sure she'd like it!
"Agent Twinkle, bang! Bang! Bang!" Her tiny, adorable voice filled my ear.
"Bang!" I heard a small, soft voice from a girl, too. And when I took a peek, I realized it was Sunny. Pamangkin ni Zion kay Macky.
"Suko na 'kaw, agent Sunny!" She exclaimed.
"'Di ako agent Sunny!" Sunny answered, "ako si agent Barbie at isa akong princess!" Namimilipit pa ang dila na sagot ng isa.
I watched the baby girls playing with their pink and violet guns with bubbles as their bullets. Si Sky, ang batang lalaki ay nakaupo lang at kumakain ng macaroons sa gilid, tahimik at nanunuod.
It's adorable. Knowing Twinkle was their auntie, but when you look at them, you'll think they're almost at the same age. Mas matanda lang ata si Twinkle ng buwan? Isa? Dalawang taon? 'Di ako sigurado.
I still have a lot of questions running in my head left unanswered. Questions that still confused me but didn't had the chance to ask Zion. Questions my sources didn't even know—for they weren't even aware of Zeijan's youngest daughter's existence.
"Anak," narinig kong boses sa kusina.
"Why po, Papa Macky?!" Sunny called.
"Can you check if Ninong Zy's home?" He said, "I heard a car outside. Mag-bless kayo kay Ninong para may pasalubong!"
"Macaroons?" Sky asked.
"Tara let's go! Go! Go!" Sunny squealed. "Want! Pop!"
"Pangit?" Twinkle asked.
Sky nodded, "punta Ninong...bless..."
The three held hands, was about to ran to the door when Twinkle caught my gaze.
Her mouth parted.
"Ate Bullet!" Malakas niyang sigaw sabay takbo sa 'kin.
I smiled and offered my hand, "hello, agent Twinkle." I stroked her hair.
"Ahhh!" She squealed. "Sunny! Sky! Ito Ate ko Ganda!" She pointed me, "turo bang bang..."
The two adorable kids greeted me, "hello po, Ate,"
"Hello, kids. Ninong Zy's outside," ngumuso ako. "May dalang foods."
The two ran, I was expecting Twinkle to follow but she remained staring at me. I blinked and tilted my head. She mimicked the way I tilted my head.
"Yes?" I asked with a hidden smile.
"Karga?" she mumbled, lifting her tiny hands at me.
I stilled as more questions assaulted my head.
"Mabigat ka na ata kakakain ng lumpia, eh," bulong ko pero inabot din siya para buhatin.
She squealed and giggled as she hugged my nape and kissed me on the cheek.
"Miss yow po! 'Te Bullet! Bang bang ikaw?" She asked, "may secwet mission po?"
My heart swelled, "yes, darling," pinunasan ko ang bula sa buhok niya galing sa laruan. "And I missed you, too, baby. Did you do a great job pissing Kuya Zion?"
"Yes! Pangit!" She exclaimed happily, her beautiful eyes twinkling with mirth and excitement and I wanted to ask one of the questions running on my head.
First of all, why is she different from the rest of her siblings? Why are her beautiful eyes...amber?
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