Song: It's a Sin by Hidden Citizens

"How was your trip?" I whisper while lying on his chest."It was alright...I got the job done that is all that matters. How was your day at the spa?"

 I play with his nipple, letting my fingers swirl around it and fiddle with it. "It was nice...thank you for the special treat." I lean in and kiss it as his arm tightens around me.

"And dinner...I heard there was an incident?"

"Of course you did...nothing gets past you. It was nothing really."I let my tongue play along his curves of his chest down to his stomach. I try to get him mind off of me and on to something else.

"Really...the guys said that you had what appeared to be blood on you."

"Oh that." I rise up and look at him, knowing he not going to let this go. "You remember the other day I was telling you about my shoes and that bitch sales lady..."

"Yeah..."

"She was working at the restaurant...followed me into the bathroom and was trying to start shit with me and well I basically just put her in her place."

"Well...glad my woman can take care of herself." He smirks. "Anything else happen while I was gone?"

"No...not really." I mean I could tell him about the club...but I have a feeling he already knows so why tell him. I mean does it really matter it's not like I am going there to get sexual gratification. I was actually surprised when he lets it go. So I finish playing with him.

 It's four in the morning and my phone happens to go off. I look at Mekhi and he already knows it has to do with work. I get more calls late at night and early mornings like this. I pick it up and see the text. I then text Atticus and Kwan to tell them to be ready in fifteen. When I put the phone down, Mekhi is smiling at me. "Guess you got to go?"

"Yeah...sorry...I will make it quick as I can." I stand up and walk over to the closet to retrieve a pair of jeans and a long sleeve shirt. When I turn back around I see Mekhi with his eyes closed so I leave the room without making a sound. The guys meet me out front in the early morning hours.

 When we arrive to the location we get out and walk in. We do a quick sweep making sure that we clear every room and count the bodies. I'm not sure what happened here but looks like a deal gone south that is for sure and whoever did it left everything behind. Tables knocked over, with broken liquor bottles, joints, and all the nice powdery stuff...cocaine. The one guy looks like he might have been in the middle of sniffing it up his nose. Powder laces his face along with his blood. A few of the girls nearby, completely naked are shot in various places. They are either their hoes or prostitutes, either way it really doesn't matter now because they are all dead.

 I watch as Atticus and Kwan lift up the bodies and place them onto the plastic sheets. "You guys got this...I'm going to check out the rest of the house."

"Yeah...we got it." They both say at the same time and we all look up at each other and smile.

 The hallways are trashed and when I get to the back bedroom everything has been smashed and thrown around. Drawers emptied, things over turned, clothes scattered the room. Whoever was here was looking for something that is for sure. I notice the closet door wide open and inside a safe. Whatever was in is long gone now. In a place like this I would assume money, bonds, diamonds...who knows.

I hear movement in the bathroom and as I walk quietly over to the door, I get my knife out. I push the door back slowly and as I peek across the doorway I hear someone trying to stand up and a shot rings loudly in the air. Thankfully I am quick and jump back and the bullet goes right into the door just inches beside me. I hear footsteps trampling down the hallway towards me and Atticus is looking at me a worried expression. "What the fuck...are you ok?"

I motion that there is someone in the bathroom.

He walks over towards me with his gun in hand. "We are not here to hurt you...we are the cleaners...we only clean...please put your weapon down."

"Get the fuck out of here...leave now or I will shoot you." The guy yells back.

"Look man...we were called here to clean the house. Looks like your friends got a little carried away." Atticus looks at me and rolls his eyes. I watch as he throws his hands in the air...like what?

"Let us help you. It looks like you are hurt." I call out to him. "Like he said we are just the cleaners...nothing more."

"Yeah...right...I heard about you guys. You fucking come any closer to me and so help me." He yells out again.

Atticus doesn't wait and enters the room only to grazed in the left arm. He doesn't waste any time as he pushes the door the rest of the way and pulls the trigger three or four times right into the guy. "Atticus...shit are you all right? You could have gotten yourself killed." I fuss at him.

"I'm fine...the guy was going to keep on and I didn't feel like hearing his shit."

"Well then..." I look into the bathroom. At least it's all in the tub but still he managed to get blood splattered on the toilet nearby, the sink and the freaking ceiling. I just shake my head. "Well guess we better get to cleaning. Next time hold out on going in; I can't afford losing you."

"Awe...what would you do without me?" He places his gun back in his side and motions for Kwan to come into the bathroom with him.I just walk away and go back to the other room. I don't want to think about what I would do without him. We should have checked the whole house before even cleaning any of it. A step that Zane would have been pissed off at us for not doing because that's why we follow all guidelines and her I am not even thinking. Shit...he could have gotten killed...I could have gotten killed.

I finish cleaning up while they take care of the bathroom. Once the bodies are bagged and out of the house we finish the rest. Back at the Crematory I place the girls in at the same time, then the guys. "Hey...you ok...you were quite all the way here and even now it's like you're off in your own little world."

I don't catch all of what he is saying. "What?"

"Scar...are you ok?"

I shake my head like I am trying to focus on what is around me. "Yes...sorry...I was just thinking about Zane."

"Zane...uh...I think of him often he was a really good friend to me."

"Who is Zane?" Kwan says as he puts a few of the tools in the sink to be washed.

"Zane was my father...he taught me the business." I walk over and place a knife in the sink. I turn to look at Atticus. "He would have been pissed about today. I got you shot." I walk over to him and pull on his shirt, lifting it up to look at it.

"It was just a scratch...I'm fine."

I glare at him and grab a clean cloth and the alcohol. "I know you are; thank god...I would never forgive myself if anything ever happened to you." I finish cleaning the so called scratch. "I think I will stay and finish up cleaning if you two want to head out."

"We can help you know."

"I know...but I got it seriously...I will clean up and be right home."

"Yeah...ok...but you better be home in a few or I am coming looking for you."

"Yes sir." I salute him and he flips me off. Got to love Atticus. I don't lie...I stay and do a quick clean up and then head to the mansion.

 I can't believe the day has gone by so fast and it's late in the afternoon. I love being greeted at the door with a glass of whatever cocktail that they have. I never ask and they know that I love trying the new flavors. Taylor shows me to the room and after the suit is on he walks out to leave me alone.

I'm in the back of a car drifting off and soon I am jolted awake. I know that sting...that volt of electricity running through my veins. When the car comes to a stop I am practically kicked out. I am being drugged by my arm and once in the dark room I feel my body being slammed to the floor. I try to look up but his hand strikes my face. I don't have time to respond as he pulls me up by the roots of my hair. He is so close to my face that I can feel his breath tickle my nose. "Explain yourself?"

"It was all my fault...I didn't do the sweep of the house."

"He could have died...like me is that what you want."

I shake my head no. "I should have paid attention better...then you would still be here with me."

"Why am I hear Scar?"

"I need you...I need to be punished sir."

"Then you shall get." With one hand I am literally picked up and turned, thrown against the wall. The whip stings right through the middle of my back and once the sting starts to fade another one comes. The electric shocks feel so much like being whipped. I count out my punishment. I have it set to ten...because knowing me I will let it keep going until I can't tell it to stop. I know this is all kinds of fucked up...but if I don't get it, I won't ever let it go. There was a reason why Zane punished me. It was to teach me a lesson and I need to remind myself to follow all the guidelines. Once the sensation is gone I collapse on the floor.

Hands come around me and hold me up. I know it is Taylor he is always on standby. The headgear comes off and the thankfully the room is dim enough not to hurt my eyes. I see him staring back at me. He shakes his head and helps me back into standing. "You really like it rough don't you?" I watch him place the headgear back on the stand.

 I slowly peel my way out of the black suit and hand it to him. He turns to hang it up beside the gear while I throw on my thin green dress. "May I show you out?"

He places my arm in his. I'm glad he never brings up what I see with the headgear on. As we are walking down the hallway I notice one of the rooms to the left. It is painted red with black trim. There are chains and other bondage materials hanging from the ceiling and the walls. "What is that room?"

"That is one of the torture rooms. No one is using it at the moment, you want to look?"

I nod yes and walk in to look around. Some of the items are what I have at home already but I spot a few things that I don't have. "So...what goes on in this room?" I ask as I pull on the chain above my head.

He starts to smile, making his lip curve a little to the right side. "Well...some like to be tortured...turns some people on. Of course there are safe words; Elis wouldn't dare have anyone get hurt if they didn't want it."

"So people have gotten hurt?" I let go and walk over towards the wall to see what all special tools they have. Spanking toys, cuffs, nipple clamps, ball gags, vibrators of varies sizes, and there are a wide variety of tools to choose from even some that look to be very painful. Some of them are to be used on the man, which grab my attention.

"Yes...if they want to be...but everyone is required to use the safe word and once it is used everything comes to a stop." He watches me touch some of the items. I wonder what he must be thinking of me. "You want to try it?"

"Uhm...maybe another time I should be going."

"Suit yourself. It's here if you ever want to try it out." He winks at me with a smirk.