“What gang are you from? Tell me or they will start playing.” Logan grabs a handkerchief out of his pocket and starts wiping his hands, then his gun before slipping the gun back into the waistband of his pants.
“Listen. Listen! I was only following orders. Steal from the Russo family, drugs mean nothing to you guys anyways, and confirm that she’s really here. Dom-” Miguel clamps his mouth shut, but I swear it twitches as if he’s trying not to smile even though he’s bleeding everywhere.
Something doesn’t feel right to me. Who’s Dom?
“Dom? Are you sure about that?” Logan questions Miguel again and nods to Nicky, who takes his phone out and walks out of the freezer to make a call
“Yes. He’s after the cocaine. He says that you don’t deserve to run his streets, taking his clients. He’s taking back what’s his.” Miguel hisses out, looking paler by the second as sweat coats his body.
“I don’t like liars, Miguel. You want to know something funny?” Logan straightens his jacket, picking at lint that isn’t there. It’s all for dramatic effect, to scare Miguel.
Logan slowly shakes his head and grabs Miguel's hair so he has no choice but to look into Logan's hard, caramel eyes. He’s really breathtaking when he’s like this, a man who has control and shows his power by just a few actions. As long as I’m not on that receiving end at least. That reminds me, I’m still going to make the fucker pay for making me get on my knees.
“Word on the street is Dom doesn’t deal in drugs since he took over for his dead father. But don’t worry, Miguel, I’m setting up a meeting as we speak. I’ll find out the truth. Now, tell me… who’s her daddy?” Logan asks and points at me.
“I’m her daddy,” Dalton answers from across the freezer while leaning against the tarp under a meat hook. He winks at me with a smirk as he crosses his big arms over his chest in arrogance.
“Oh, please.” I roll my eyes and pretend he’s not there, to get on his nerves.
He likes the attention.
“Don’t give me that sass. Get over here so daddy can give you a spanking.” Dalton’s violet, darkening eyes stay locked on mine when I look over at him again and I actually think he likes that idea.
“Sorry, biker, but Nicky already took care of that. He spanked me real good,” I taunt, watching as Dalton’s lips part and heat fills his eyes.
Oh yeah, he likes that a lot. Perv.
“What?” Tey’s voice sounds heartbroken and when I turn to glance at him, he’s actually pouting. “I can’t believe he didn’t wait for me. We’re a team, we are supposed to make a Tillie sandwich together! I’m kind of feeling betrayed over here.”
“Enough! I’ll get my answer somewhere else.” Logan stares me down and all I can do is look away, not liking how he plans on getting that answer. “Tey, Tillie… It's your turn to shine. Looks like you live another day, baby girl.”
Logan walks over to a corner of the freezer, ignoring Miguel pleading for his life, and presses a button on the wall before walking out the door with Dalton and Nicky following behind him without another word. Music starts playing from speakers somewhere, and I can’t help my surprised laugh at the choice of music.
Let the bodies hit the floor.
“You like?” Tey bangs his head to the music and casually brings his knife down into Miguel's thigh as he listens to the song.
He quickly pulls the knife out with sickening suction noise and we both watch as blood pools through Miguel’s jeans and onto the floor.
“The idea is to make it last longer-” Tey starts to say, but stops as I walk behind Miguel's chair and start cutting off his fingers, only to toss them at the tarp Tey plans on decorating with blood.
“Avoid the arteries for as long as possible. Got it,” I reply back calmly, almost like I’m in a trance as Miguel keeps screaming for mercy.
A monster fucks a human woman with a soul, she gives birth to a girl who’s half-human and the other half is a monster without a soul. I get to keep my humanity, but sometimes I need to turn it off to survive… This is one of those moments.
I toss another finger, watching it leave a streak of blood on the tarp, and glance back at Tey to see him adjusting his pants as he stares at me in awe.
“I knew it the moment I stared into your eyes, you're just like me. Damaged, broken, but only the best are,” Tey says passionately and plunges his knife into Miguel’s shoulder as he walks over to my side. “Tillie, I’m going to fuck you bloody one day. I’ll fuck you on your period. I’ll fuck you as you bleed for me. I’ll bleed for you and continue until there’s nothing left.” Tey gently grasps my face in his large palms and bends down until his lips are inches away from mine.
“What are you doing?” I whisper, only focusing on him and nothing else.
“Breathing, sharing the same air as you. Maybe, if I give you my breath, you’ll want me enough to stop breathing. If you give me yours, maybe it’ll make me breathe long enough to stay sane.” His lips graze mine, his hot breath warming my mouth and drawing in what little oxygen I have because I’m suddenly breathless.
My first real kiss and I can’t even call it a kiss because it’s something more. It’s a give and take as we stand there, our chests falling and rising, as we breathe together in sync.
“Will you create a masterpiece with me?” he mutters against my mouth and steps back to stare down at me with the most serious facial expression I’ve ever seen on him.
It’s like a bubble popped and I’m back in reality as Miguel sobs behind Tey, begging for his life. I almost forgot he was there. I stare into Tey’s eyes, the blue brighter than usual and decide to give him an honest answer as I take a deep breath.
