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“Not today. You’ll know when I’m trying to kill you,” he says so innocently that I can’t tell if he’s serious or not.
I mean, I’ll take his word for it. If he wanted me dead, I’d be dead. It’s as simple as that. I just have to trust him that today won’t be the last time I stop breathing.
Maybe tomorrow or the next week, months from now, or years, I just have to live in the moment because I’m never going to look over my shoulder and wonder if I’ll die today.
Cruz
Iblow out a bored breath as I tip my chair back onto two legs until I’m staring up at the ceiling, wondering what Tillie is doing right at this moment. Probably fucking one of those fuckers who think they can touch what is mine.
Always been mine. I had been her first.
Well, I wasn’t the one who took her virginity. I let the club members do that so she could see I had all the control. She was mine to do with what I wanted. I took her virgin ass, though. That painful reminder will stick with her always, along with the scars as I shoved into her dry asshole. I have dreams of doing it again, over and over, as she cries until her face is a mess with tears and snot. Wrecking and controlling her is what makes me feel alive, and I’ll never give that up.
Ever.
“Are you listening to a fucking word I’m saying?”
Ah. Yes. The annoying pitter-patter that never stops nagging in my head. All of these people are useless, like ants that follow the rest of the colony. Theirgang turfs and power plays mean nothing to me, but I have an end-game plan that involves Tillie coming to me, and unfortunately, I need these cunts to get what I want.
“What's your name again?” I roll my neck on my shoulders and slam my chair back down until I’m looking at the fucker in his muddy brown eyes.
“Franco,” he grits out between his teeth in annoyance as he grips the labels of his suit jacket and straightens it with a flick of his wrists before crossing his ankle over his knee.
“You're just the muscle around here, right? Why are you at this meeting? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” I draw out slowly as if he’s all muscle and no brain just to piss him off.
“Fuck you, you little shit. Do you know who I am?!” Franco starts to turn an ugly shade of red as he stares at me like I give a shit.
News flash, I don’t care who the fuck he is. I’ll slaughter him like a pig because, in the end, that’s all he is. A pig in the pen just waiting to head to the butcher.
“Enough!” Jin barks, his lighter flickering open as he puffs on his cigar until it’s lit at the end and circles of smoke escape his mouth.
“I was at a meeting with the mayor. Get to the point: what’s so important that you needed me here because I have political hands to shake and babies’ foreheads to kiss.” Franco demands, tapping his fingers on the air of his chair as he stares Jin down.
Very interesting.
I sense a power play here, and I wonder who’s going to make it on the other side. These two don’t trust each other. Anyone can tell how they try to keep their facial expressions stoic, except the eyes tell a different story.
Mistrust.
Power hungry.
And my favorite, greed.
These two fuckers are going to be staring down each other’s guns at some point, and I can’t wait to see how much of a bloodbath it’s going to be.
Things just got interesting. Maybe I won’t have to kill them; I can watch from the sidelines as they destroy themselves.
“What’s so important is that we’ve been double-crossed.” Jin tries to appear calm as if he’s not worried, but I see everything.
His stiff shoulders, the way his other hand is clenched on top of his desk, and the firm line of his mouth.
These people worry about their money, drugs, and power. I don’t care about any of that. The only thing I want is Tillie. To possess her every waking moment, keep her locked in a tight cage as I use her body over and over again until her eyes become vacant and I’m all she can see. I can’t wait to carve my name all over her skin so that in any direction she turns, I’ll see my initials deeply engraved on her flesh no matter what.
“Who?” Franco asks tightly as a bead of sweat collects on his temple while he leans forward in his seat.
My gaze snaps down to his hand as his fingers sneak into the waistband of his pants for his gun that’s tucked into the right corner.
I bite my lip to keep from smiling as I get comfortable in my chair. Franco looks a tad nervous, which only proves my point that he’s sneaking around behind Jin’s back. My guess is probably moving money around and planning on taking over the whole operation they have going together.
