I pull her in for one more hug. Trying to figure out where and who this man is that’s hugging and laughing. He’s a stranger to me, and I’m curious where he came from, and what hole he crawled out from.
“Not now, woman. That’s for later,” I dismiss her ire, trying to dodge that bullet… at least for now. Grabbing her hand, I turn, dragging her behind me as I lead us out the door, and down the still darkened hallway.
Aubrey falls into step behind me, staying close, nearly hugging my backside. As I make my way into the brightly lit living room, the monster inside me lashes out at the man who’s kneeling on the floor, sinisterly glaring at our intertwined hands. I move so that he can’t see Aubrey, blocking her from his glowering. Raising the gun in my hand, and firing a shot, being sure to just graze the stupid mother fucker. I’m not ready for him to be dead… yet. That’ll come later, after he confesses his sins and undergoes interrogation. Disposing him now isn’t the best idea, even if it’s a tempting one, I need to know if there are any more key players that’ll be coming after her. I’d rather end them before they get that chance.
He falls over, screaming in pain, eliciting a smile to spread broadly across my face, stretching from cheek to cheek. My man standing behind him pulls him back up onto his knees demanding he shut the hell up. Aubrey looks around my arm with a confused look pasted on her face.
“What’s going on? Why is the man kneeling in my living room? I mean, fuck Nico, he’s bleeding on my brand new rug.” Aubrey huffs, pointedly glaring at me.
The way she ends that sentence takes me a moment to process. She’s not pissed that I just shot a man, not this little firecracker, she’s pissed that he’s bleeding on her rug. I look between the two of them, trying to understand why this showpiece is important to her..
“Dusha Moya, I’ll replace the fuckin rug. Do you know this asshole? Is there a reason why he decided to break into your place in the middle of the night?” I fire my questions out rapidly..
“You can’t break into a place that belongs to you. She was mine before you decided to make a whore of her!” the man screams, frantically, as if his pitch will validate his claim. He’s lucky that Aubrey’s behind me, or I’d feed him my fist for calling her such a vile name, I’m only holding off until I’ve solved every piece of this riddle.
Aubrey steps from behind me, skirting around me and stomping closer to the crazed fucker kneeled in front of me. I reach out wrapping an arm around her waist, keeping her from getting any closer to him than she already is. Aubrey tilts her head to the side as if studying the man, trying to decipher exactly who this man is.
She looks back at me with a confused look, saying, “I’ve got no idea who this guy is. I think he could be my Door dash delivery man, but I truly don’t know.” How could she not know if this is the man who delivers her meals to her? Is he wearing a disguise? Does she not pay closer attention to those who’ve come to her house on numerous occasions? After this is all said and done, she and I may need to have a conversation about her observation skills.
The man on his knees looks as if she just slapped him, as if his picture-perfect idealism of her just ruptured, and that everything he’s ever been taught or believed in, is a lie.
“Mother told me that you were a whore. I didn't believe it. I watched you, brought you all your stuff, showing you with every meeting that I can take care of you. And now, you are telling me my effort meant fucking nothing?” he sighs, crestfallen, looking beyond disappointed. “I’ll have to cleanse you of your sins and make you pure again.”
When this speck of dirt finishes speaking, what tiny amount of control that I had on the monster snaps, and I lunge for him. Taking him to the ground, pinning his arms to his sides as I straddle his chest, landing blow after blow to every inch of him I can reach. Marking him black and blue as punishment for degrading and defiling this amazing, beautiful, loyal, loving, and remarkable woman.
Aubrey
I watchas Nico launches himself at the stranger in front of me. He lets the monster loose, unlatching the cage he’s sealed him inside of. He’s tried to hide him from me, but I’ve always known that he’s there, shackled below the thin surface of his skin. You can see it lurking behind his dark eyes every day. I know I should be disgusted and put off by the beating happening in front of me, only, I'm not. I feel as if I’m where I should be, watching the back of the man that wants me, imperfections, and all.
“Nico,” I call his name, my voice barely rising above a whisper.
Nico’s blows slow, his fists stop brutally swinging, eventually coming to a complete stop. He doesn’t look at me, just stays straddling the man under him, his chest heavily rising and falling. I step forward, placing my hand on his back, and he shutters under my touch. He slowly twists his upper body, locking his eyes on me. I gasp when the eyes that meet mine aren’t that of Nico, but of the one who lives for being the second in the Bravata.
“Let the men take care of the future fish food underneath you. I need you to take me away from here.”
Nico doesn’t move, or even appears to be breathing as we keep our eyes glued to each other. In a blink, Nico strikes out, picking me up as he stands, causing a squeak to escape my lips as I wrap my legs around his waist before burying my face into the crick of his throat—breathing in all that is Nico. I hear my front door open, and I shiver as we step out into the cool night air. Nico takes three steps, reaching into his pocket, and I hear the telltale sound of keys jingling through the otherwise silent night. I hear them slide into the lock and the door release just as a voice that I’ve heard before speaks.
“I’ve got information on our missing stuff,” the man states, interrupting our departure.
I hold tighter onto Nico, clinging onto him like a leach, not yet ready to let him go.
“Anton, now isn’t the time. Why don’t you go next door and help clean up that mess. When you’re done, let’s say tomorrow, we’ll talk about it.” The growl of Nico’s voice warms my soul telling me that my man is mentally back in the here and now.
“Yes, Sir. I’ll get it done,” Anton says sharply as he walks away.
Nico steps into his place, and kicks the door closed, not letting me go as he makes his way to what I can only assume to be his room. All of a sudden, I am launched through the air, landing on what I can only be described as a cloud. I watch as Nico turns, walking across the room, turning on a light just moments before I hear water begin running. I roll off the bed, padding quietly into the bathroom, finding him standing without a shirt on, gripping the side of the sink as the water runs too warm. I graze my hands up his back, tracing the many tattoos that span up his back and over the blades of his shoulders. Taking initiative, I do what I’ve been longing to do, my mouth starts following my hands, peppering his skin with kisses.
I know he needs to understand that I haven’t changed my mind, and that I’m here for him, no matter the circumstances. We don’t speak, allowing our actions to speak for us. Nico starts scrubbing at his hands, scrubbing away the blood. I step away, turning to make my way to the shower. Nico growls in displeasure. I smile to myself and pull off my shirt tossing it at him. He looks up watching me in the mirror as I strip my pants down my leg slowly. As I stand I look over my shoulder at him as I step into the shower. Nico just watches me as I lean my head back into the water.
“When you’re done watching, how about you join me in the shower and wash my back.” I fake my confidence with positive self-assurance that I don’t usually exhibit.
Nico doesn’t say a word as he pushes his trousers down his legs, releasing his hard cock from its confinement. I swallow, desire streaming through me at the delectable sight. He steps into the shower, chasing me backward until my spine is plastered against the wall, his body is caging me in, trapping me. My entire being alights, my pussy gets soaked with arousal, and my nipples peak, turning into sharp, stiff, diamond points.
“I’m here, Dusha Moya, what’ll you do with me?” The challenge in his eyes continues to feed the confidence that’s awoken within me.
I slowly slide down the wall, falling to my knees, taking his long hard cock into my hands, and begin stroking it slowly.
“Aubrey, stop playing with me. Show me how much you love my cock,” Nico demands as he wraps a fist in my hair, his other pressing on my chin to where my jaw opens to its max capacity, guiding my mouth to his cock.
