He throws his head back with a loud, evil chuckle, and I remain expressionless, observing him. Soul is what you would call the party in all of us. He's full of energy and a fucking menace, but no one should be fooled by his name. It doesn’t mean he has a soul; he is in fact soulless. He may act like he has life in him, but he's just as dead on the inside as the rest of us. He just knows how to hide it with this crazy, fucking character.
When he finally stops laughing, he brings his head forward, a smirk still plastered on his face as he raises his chin. “So, she gave you her pussy?”
I shake my head once before responding, “I’m waiting for Dark Night.”
His smile widens, a sinister glint in his green eyes. “I don't fucking blame you, Hell. That hot little thing deserves to be torn the fuck up for looking that good.”
My teeth grind together as he leans in, his voice dropping lower. “Are you sure you don't want to share? I mean, we might fucking kill her in the process, but, bro, it'll be worth it, right?”
“Leave her the fuck alone, Soul. She’s mine.” I growl.
His lips twitch with a smile before he falls back in his seat again. “Fuck, what's this, Hell? Love? Are you finally feeling something in that pitch-black fucking soul of yours?”
I glare at him with intensity in my eyes. “You know better than that. Shut the fuck up.”
He throws his hands up in sarcastic surrender before standing from his seat. I watch his every move as he heads for the refrigerator, grabbing a couple of cold beers. He cracks them open with his teeth before placing one on the table in front of me, then takes a seat once again. I stare down at it for a beat, holding it in my hand and turning it slowly, but not drinking.
Noir's blood catches my attention again until Soul speaks. “She has some guy with her, doesn't she?” I raise my eyes to his, still turning the cold bottle in my hand, remaining silent so he continues. “Billy told me today that he's an ex-heroin addict. Well, he saw marks on his skin.”
My mind begins to spin, realizing that I must not have noticed when they were in the shower together since I was too focused on her.
“Have you seen him yourself yet?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.
Soul gives a shrug of his shoulder. “Sort of. I noticed him working at the carnival tonight. He sticks out like a sore thumb. He doesn't fucking belong here.”
He takes another swig of his beer, tilting his head back. “Is he gay? “I question.
His eyes immediately flash to mine as soon as the words escape me before he slams his bottle down on the table. I inhale deeply, sitting back, waiting for the anger I am about to feel.
“What the fuck, Hell?” He snaps.
I remain expressionless before responding casually. “Well, is he?”
His jaw tenses and his eyes flash with fury. “How the fuck am I supposed to know?”
I try not to roll my eyes as I look aside, knowing I should have kept my mouth shut. Soul is bisexual, yet he is completely in denial about the guy part. I don't give a fuck what he does and neither does Wrath, so I don't get why he acts like this every time we mention it.
“What, you think I have some sort of magic sense of smell that tells me when a man is into fucking cock?” He bites in an agitated tone before releasing a scoff.
I try not to be amused by his choice of words as he flattens his hands on the table, getting ready to stand. “Why do you care anyway?” His tone has changed, interest replacing anger.
I glance up at him as I answer, “That motherfuck can’t get hard for her.”
He shrugs his broad shoulders before snatching his beer off the table. “Well, then he’s definitely gay because she is some fine ass pussy, or it could be all those drugs in his system. That shit can do all kinds of things to a man’s dick.”
I give a small nod since it makes sense. He leans in, his voice quieting, “The real question is, why the fuck haven’t you killed him yet if you’re so hung up on this chick?”
I think about it for a second and silently question my motives, but I stay silent, and he scans my eyes before standing upright once more.
“Leave it to me. I’ll find out what the little cunt is into.” He winks with a big grin before walking away, leaving me alone with my thoughts. Soul will figure it out, he has his hands in all kinds of dodgy pots, he is smart as fuck and his hacking skills are top tier.
I know why I haven’t killed Limp Dick; there’s no fun in that. I want her to surrender to my every sick desire while she’s still entertaining him. I like the thought of her going home to him knowing she’s thinking about me, but facts are facts, Noir is mine regardless, and I won’t let anyone mess with my plans for her. Sooner or later, he will only get in my fucking way and then after I’ve finished playing my games, I’ll gladly kill him in front of her to show just how much she belongs to me.
After some time of staring at my beer but not drinking it, I stand up and head for my room.
Once I get upstairs, I stroll down the hallway towards my bedroom at the far end. I push open the solid black door and step inside. Glancing around, I take in the sight of my round bed, centred in the middle of the room. Black sheets and pillows are strewn messily across it. Black fabric drapes down either side like a canopy, concealing the chains and shackles hidden beneath them. The room is entirely black—walls and floor—witha mirrored ceiling and a single red bulb centred above the bed. The only window in here is also blacked out as well. I fucking relish in darkness.
I kick the door closed behind me and stride to the bed, taking a seat on the end of the springy mattress. Leaning forward, I rest my forearms on my knees and gaze down at my hands, staring at the blood staining them, seeping into my pours. I can’t get the images of her out of my fucking mind. She is living inside of me.
