The Last Kill

The Nomad's Return

After years of traveling back and forth Moscow and London, Silas finally settled with spending the rest of his life in Moscow, it was where he was most familiar with, so he returned home, he's grown up here, the people, the food, the women, oh the women, the peace, and the solitude he's found since he left London and The Architect, and even Lena. Lena. He knew that one way or the other she was going to be okay with the boy, he would have been worried those earlier years when his leaving was still new, not now, Costa should be about fifteen years old, he could look after her, and himself. But what does his boy look like, he never got to see, he never got to know, he just knew that somehow, one way or the other, they were both going to be good.

Now I don't think it's okay to wake to haunting memories like a past as bad as Silas', everyday, since he left London, he's been thinking a lot about Lena and Costa before he went to bed. Today, he had rubbed his eyes, and sat up in bed, he couldn't even get himself strong enough to not think about Lena, or Costa, or both of them, it's been a good fifteen years, and every single day that passed had him nearly packing his stuff and moving back to and with her. The other day he had picked up his phone and tried calling her, he had found her contact, but where was the guts to tap on the call icon, just where? He was this close to calling her, he missed her, he could feel it every second of the day since he left, solitary is one thing he's been used to, but since he'd found Lena, he didn't want it, now he has it, he has his solitary back, but it wasn't much of a solitude life since Pam was here with him, for the company, and to also fill in the gap of a woman.

On this off-grid existence of his on a remote coastline, his Peace is a carefully constructed lie.

Earlier today, he had received an anonymous, cryptic message—it was a picture of a wild-eyed Costa, followed by a newspaper clipping detailing a violent, underworld-related incident with Costa's name vaguely connected. What would his son be doing on a Newspaper's bad side at 15! When Silas was fifteen, he would have loved to say he was in school learning with the kids, but no, he wasn't in school, he was learning how to put a rifle back together.

He picked up his phone to call Lena. He had to. He had to know how his boy was doing, it was the first time he was ever going to try to call her, he had to act like a father, but after fifteen years? What would Lena say? Would Lena say? He asked himself. But Pam sauntered in with only a towel wrapped around her waist, as the bathroom door closed behind her, she dropped the towel to the floor and catwalked towards him, he didn't know when he carefully dropped the phone on the nightstand and paid her all his attention.

Silas Volkov had never been the man to ignore women when they get this vulnerable. She slowly climbed the bed he was sitting on, keeping him in suspense as his joystick took its time in getting erected. She was always attractive, and he couldn't help but dive into every part of her. He pulled her close, dragged her in, turned her around and ravaged her body with his mouth, with slow and utmost precision, he dipped his tongue deep into her, and she moaned and turned letting the shiver run through her body, he knew how to get her up and going, so he turned her over and unzipped his pants, but she sat up and craved him in her mouth, so he gave it to her, she took him in, all of him, sucked, and thrusting with her lips around him, and then he came in her mouth, and she swallowed, then he pushed her down again, forcefully turning her over on her belly, and dragging her closer to him, letting himself inside of her from the back, and began thrusting immediately, back and forth, back and forth, she cried for pleasure, it consumed her, all of her, and she let herself go, falling to her face and pulling at the sheet in pain and enough pleasure to satisfy her longings. Hours passed, and the phone stayed on the night stand.

Who sent the message? What has Costa become? Silas needed to know, but there was s*x, and Pam, and s*x with Pam around, for Silas now, something would have to wait, would it be Pam, or the teenage life of his son, Costa?