The early hours of the day was usually filled with sounds of people moving about their business. But today was different. It was raining cats and dogs  so the only sounds heard were the sounds of rain drops splattering on the tarred road and the occasional honking of cars. Looking out the window, oblivious of the rain was Mr Doyle Peterson, also known as Papa Putin. He winced as he took in large puffs, the almost burnt out cigar in his hand. The pain made him remember the doctor's diagnosis of his heart. Well, fuck the doctors. Smoking made him think and he wasn't gonna stop because some doctor told him so and he was very strong for a Man of 59. The whimpering sound coming from the little girl behind him made him smile. There was something about these little girls that got his blood pumping. Maybe it was how frail their skin looked when he took off their clothes, or the naivety in the eyes when he wanted to have his way with them. He turned around and placed his eyes on the new girl. Victor had brought this one in yesterday and she was exactly his type. Guessing her age, she would be about 13-15 years old and she looked beautiful. Blood rushed south to his cock as he looked at her little perky tits and remembered last night. She didn't struggle. They never struggle, except, except ANNA. His fists clenched in anger crumbling the cigarette in his right palm, his eyes bloodshot, Making the little girl on his bed shake with fear. Of all the girls he'd had, it was her name on his mind. He never knew their names. Never cared to know. But Anna left an imprint on his life and body that wasn't easy to forget. His left hand unconsciously moving to the scar she'd left him with. He hoped she was still alive. He'd kill her himself. A sharp knock on the door jerked him out of his thoughts.

"Who the fuck is that"
"Victor" a coarse voice said.
"Come in"
"Hello sir, hope you're having a good time with........."
"Oh, fuck the pleasantries Victor. Did you follow him?"
"Yes Sir, I did. Son of a bitch dropped his gun but I retrieved it . He's playing Romey and Julie with a nice piece of ass sir. I must say that he has excellent choice in hos."
"Enough! Let me see the photos Victor".
    
    And as he went through the photos, he couldn't stop looking at the girl in the photograph. There was something about her eyes that caught his attention. He'd seen those eyes before. They almost looked like the eyes of.... ANNA!!!. His face curled up to an evil smile. Talk of the devil. Victor's voice interrupted his thoughts.

" Is everything alright sir?"
"Yes, Victor, Yes. You can kill the boy. Bring me the girl alive".

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ANNA

Waking up in the morning next to him was nice. It was raining and I had a good reason to move closer next to him. My head perfectly positioned on his chest. I just wanted to stay there forever.
Damn, he smelt good.
I stayed there for a while before getting up to make breakfast. It's been a while since I cooked but I wanted to make him something to eat, the least I could do after last night.

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Everyone was made for different purposes and we all have different talents but I'm sure mine wasn't cooking. I stared in disgust at the mockery of an omelet I had prepared. But I followed the instructions on Google. I gave up and was about to  throw it in the trash when two hands wrapped around me causing me to scream.
"Shhh, it's me, Anthony" his voice calmed me down.
"I'm sorry. I saw you cooking in my shirt. I just couldn't resist.... So what you cooking?"
"Uhm... Nothing actually. I.. I... I.."
"Babe, you're tired.. Lemme handle it."
And with that he took the bowl from me and carried me to a seat. I didn't argue cos I was relieved. I could not cook to save a life.
I made myself a cup of coffee and relaxed to watch him cook. He was so hot without his shirt on and I was wearing his shirt, no wonder it seemed like I could smell him From even a mile away.
Without thinking, I brought it up to my nose, closing my eyes as I inhaled his masculine scent.
Gawd!!! He smells like....
"Hey, that's weird." His voice cutting my thoughts like hot knife through butter.. Hot, wet butter. I quickly changed the topic.
"Uhm... What you doing today?"
"I have school, then other stuff."
"Other stuff like what?"
"You know.... Man stuff."
"Okkk. But promise after that you're coming over."
"Okay dear.. I will."

We ate in silence. Seems his mind was on something.  I asked and he said it was nothing but I knew when someone was keeping secrets. Hell, I kept secrets too, so I could tell he wasn't honest. I didn't bother him tho. I just hope he opens up to me. I watched him leave and I went back to sleep.