Chapter 11: ?Caught red handed?


    Quinn:


    At the sound of my voice, her heartbeat quickened. From her stance, she looked like she was going to


    bolt at any minute. To prevent that, I blurred to her front, blocking her path.


    A smirk tugged at the corners of my lips when I saw her face. It was the nun from the church. It


    wouldn''t have been easy to recognize her with the way she was dressed if I hadn''t scanned her the


    moment her eyes met mine.


    She was dded in ripped shorts that could barely cover her ass cheeks and thigh-high boots. Her top


    was made of material, revealing her generous boobs that were spilling from acy ck bra. Her


    hair which I''d assumed was blonde from the picture I''d seen on her phone, was now midnight ck,


    styled into a bob.


    She stood still staring at me with wide eyes, her heart thudding erratically. From the way she looked at


    me, I could tell she hadn''t recognized me.


    "Wh-who are you?". She asked in a quivering voice.


    In response to her question, I smirked.


    My eyes scanned our environment to make sure no one was watching. Grabbing her arm, I blurred to


    the alley she emerged from, taking her with me. She was about to scream from fright when I pulled my


    cap.


    On seeing me, she exhaled, raising her hand to her chest in a gesture to calm her racing heart.


    "You know, you could have just said you were the guy from the church cell instead of acting like a


    weirdo and scaring me shitless". She sassed.


    "So, nun huh?". I asked with a smirk, arching a brow.


    She rolled her eyes at my question.


    "Being a nun shouldn''t prevent me from having a life".


    I wasn''t fazed by her response. From the first time I met her, I knew there was something about her.


    But surprisingly, when I''d scanned her, I found out she was truly a nun.


    "It''s not every day you see a nun dressed like this". My eyes roamed her entire body, stopping at her


    boobs before going back to her face.


    It had been obvious the woman was beautiful even when she was dressed like a nun but seeing her


    the way she was, dressed like she was returning from a college frat party, she redefined the phrase;


    sex on sticks.


    "You should know that I''m a nun with a difference, baby". She stamped her words with a wink.


    Her sultry voice washed over me, heading straight to my cock. The fucker has been caged for months


    and the sight of the woman before me was doing wonders to it. And again, the fact that she was


    different spiked my interest.


    Like I''d said, it wasn''t every day you see a nun dressed like a meal that screamed *eat me, I''m all


    yours*.


    "What are you doing in this neighborhood?" I asked, ignoring my body reactions.


    "That''s not for you to know. We shouldn''t even be standing here". She took a few steps away from me.


    "For all I know, you''re the prisoner that escaped and I''m the nun that fed you while you were in prison.


    Outside the church, we''re total strangers to each other".


    She was right. I shouldn''t be meddling but it was hard not to with the little I''d found out about her.


    It was easy to tell she was leading a double life. Why I couldn''t tell but it intrigued me.


    When I remained silent, she added;


    "You should be far away from here. They know you''re gone".


    With that, she turned on her heels, walking into the darkness. I watched her jiggling ass as she got


    further away from me.


    I could watch the view of her tight ass in the ripped shorts that were shing her supple ass cheeks


    throughout the night but the urge to follow her was stronger. Giving in to my curiosity, I followed her


    from a distance, moving with quiet steps to avoid alerting her.


    When she got farther down the street to the part where there were street lights, she slipped into a dark


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    alley. I hid behind a tree, far away from her, waiting for her to emerge. She returned from the alley in a


    long flowing white gown that pooled at her feet. Her hair was equally covered in a white headgear.


    Her eyes scanned her environment to make sure she wasn''t being monitored. When she was sure she


    was alone, she walked towards a row of houses and slipped into the first one.


    More than ever, I wanted to know her motives and who owned the house she entered. I also wanted to


    find out where she was returning from when I''d met her. But that was going to have to wait.


    My freedom was my top priority.