The Tax Collector (GirlxIntersex) Book 1

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Lucia POV

"I want you to do something very important for me." She murmured compassionately as her fingertips stroked the dark mark on my swelling face. I flinched and pulled away from her contact. Her eyes softened, and she smiled beautifully. I could still not trust. Did she truly come back for me or for the money? She chose to carry me along the way.

I'd be naive to imagine that a woman like her from the land of possibility and beauty would truly return.

No one except Martin has ever showed me any form of glory.

"I understand it hurts. But here's your chance to harm him back?" She supplied something that I instantly took into account. Have I ever thought of hurting Martin? More than I could ever count on my fingers and toes. But do I have the courage to do harm to this man? I do not think so.

"H-how?" I inquired, curiously. She looked into my eyes. She could see through me. She could see the suffering. She could know I was going to injure him. But I didn't have the guts to.

"I want you to kill him." To my surprise, she placed the loaded pistol in my shaking hand. I gripped the gun with both hands, my perspiring fingers gripping the trigger, but I aimed it downward.

"Here's your opportunity, Lucia."

This was my opportunity. But I couldn't shoot the man who professed to love me. The man who assists me escape of the state. Nevertheless, I leveled the weapon at him. However, seeing at his wounded figure made me feel pretty sorry. I have to constantly telling myself that he helps me.

"Don't think I can?" I broke into tears.

Just as I was lowering the weapon, Valentino appeared behind me, her hand softly held at my elbows. My eyes rolled to the side of my head, seeing what she was doing. Her fingertips felt like delicate music across my flesh.

"I'm going to help you, however, in order for that to happened, you have to kill him."

"I can't. He..."

"Shh." She whispered. Our fingers entwined as they gripped the gun's buttstock and trigger. "We do it together?"

I shook my head and closed my eyes. Maybe closing my eyes wouldn't be a betrayal. I felt her fingers move just where the trigger was.

My body flew back into hers as the pistol fired the round. I cringed as I heard it dig into his hot flesh.

"He is gone. He's dead. Open your eyes."

My hand dropped from the pistol, and I presumed it fell into hers, given that I didn't hear the smash to the floor. I opened my eyes, turning away from his body and at the wall instead.

I could feel her shadows following me. What has occurred now? Will she leave me here? Or do I join her and become her property.

"He did not love you."

I embraced myself, a sensation of remorse sweeping over me.

I killed the man who ensured that I had some food on my plate and a few clothing to cover my back. When I blinked, my cheekbone was covered with thick, stone-like tears.

"I understand. But he was all I had."

I apparently did not think this through. What was I to do now? Even if I ran, I couldn't simply dance my way over to American territory without documents. I have nothing, not even my birth certificate. I was a ghost. When my parents died, I was essentially forced to abandon everything.

"We need to go." Her fingers gently brushed the side of my arm. My body trembled as more tears flowed.

I knew I'd end myself in the same position as Martin, if not worse. I turned stiffly to avoid seeing his body and headed for the door. She stopped me, took hold of my wrist, and pulled me back. I shut my eyes.

If I saw his body today, it would be in my visions for the future. I'd rather have remorse than nightmares.

"Don't you own any clothes?"

"No,"

"You don't?" She questioned, not believing that I didn't have any clothes. "Fine, let us get out of here before anyone notices anything."
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As we drove down the deserted highway, I began to worry.

The headlights would illuminate the directions and how far we were from the border. My life was changing at a rapid pace, like a wheel spinning at high speed.

"You come back for me?" It didn't feel real that I was sitting in her car, not at home, being hit by Martin. I wasn't home. Home? Could I call there home? Could I call anywhere home?

"Didn't I say I would?"

I nodded, in slight confusion

"Will I be your sex slave, maid, or...?" I softly inquired. I didn't want to ask because I was afraid of the response, but I really wanted to know where I stood.

She didn't respond, and I assumed it was because her phone was ringing. This, however, keeps me in suspense.

How will I even get past the border? Were there any shortcuts, over? The last thing I heard was about tunnels that couldn't carry a car. So, how would she transport me across to the country?