“Wrath,” she whispers.
I blink, taken aback as I respond. “Wrath?”
Blush nods, a dreamy look on her face. “He's... something else. You know when you just know they’re beyond dangerous, but you’re drawn to it anyway? I've heard some things. Terrible things, but a girl can dream. Apparently, he's into girl on girl too.” She shudders out, “Fuck, I would love to eat pussy in front of him while he screws my ass from behind.”
I roll my lips inward with a smile, “Jesus, Blush.” I giggle out.
She gives me a big grin and a shoulder shrug. “Although I know it will never happen, a girl can fantasize, right?”
I lift a brow, “Why won't it ever happen?”
She lets out a long breath before explaining, “When I say he is dangerous, Noir, I am not fucking lying. He is worse than Hell. I would be putting my life in danger, and I like my life better.”
“But does he know you're interested?”
She lifts her shoulders again. “I don't know, he is mute and doesn't speak, so I have never approached and flirted with him if that's what you mean.”
After covering my hair, she slips off her black latex gloves. “I'm going to make us a drink. I think we could both do with one or two.”
As she heads to the small kitchen area, I take a moment to process what she said. Wrath—more dangerous than Hell. It’s hard to imagine anyone more dangerous, yet here we are, talking about it so casually and as if all this insanity is fucking normal.
Blush returns with two glasses filled to the brim with a vibrant, neon pink cocktail. “Here,” she says with a big smile, handing me one. “To surviving murderous men or women and living to tell the tale.”
I chuckle and clink my glass against hers. “Cheers to that.”
We take a sip, the sweet alcohol burning beautifully down my throat, and I continue the conversation. “So, you've never even tried to get close to him?”
Blush shakes her head. “Nope. Like I said, I value my life. Plus, he's got this crazy aura that just screams ‘stay the fuck away.’ But it doesn't stop a girl dreaming.”
I nod, understanding more than I let on. There’s something intoxicating about the red flags, about the forbidden. Hell has that same allure, and despite my better judgment, I’m drawn to it like a moth to a flame, especially now he has had his hands all over me, showing me exactly how dominant he can be and what he can do to my body.
“So, what's the plan for Dark Night?” I ask, changing the subject.
She narrows her eyes, and I instantly know she isn't going to tell me in full detail what Dark Night is about, just like everyone else here. It's like they're telling me, but only in code, keeping me on the edge of my seat so I don't know what to truly expect.
“The usual stuff,” she answers cryptically.
I sigh, the familiar feeling of frustration stirring inside of me. “Yeah, I figured,” I murmur.
Blush suddenly brightens up. “Hey, after this, we should head over to the carnival for a few hours!”
My eyes meet hers in the mirror, and I think about it. Why not go and have fun for the night? Maybe it's needed. A distraction and a break from all the bullshit, so I give a small nod in response with a smile. “Sure, let's do it.”
Leaning against my bike, I take in the sight of the bustling carnival as I smoke a cigarette. While being hidden out of sight, I watch Soul in the far distance trying to engage with Limp Dick, who's busy working a stall. The urge to murder him in the most inhumane way imaginable gnaws at me, but I'll give Dolly the small opportunity to get rid of his ass before I step in. Still, a little push isn’t going to hurt.
As Soul strides toward me, I drop my cigarette onto the ground, stamping it out with my heavy boot. He leans up against my bike, lifting his chin in Limp Dick's direction. “Nah, I don't think he's into it,” Soul says.
My teeth grind as I stare at Limp Dick from a distance, watching him serve a customer. “There's something up with himthough. I can sense it. I don't fucking like him,” Soul continues. “I will find out for you, bro, don't worry.”
I inhale deeply, knowing I feel the same way about this cunt. “Well, he should be gone soon. If not, I'll just fucking kill him.”
A regular strolls by on his own and I whistle, “Hey!” I yell quietly. He stops, raising his chin in acknowledgment and I make a head gesture for him to come over. When he steps forward and stops in front of me, I glance behind him to make sure Limp Dick isn't watching. Seeing he's still busy working, I look at the guy. “Wanna make a quick fifty bucks?”
His eyes light up before narrowing in suspicion. “What do I have to do?” I reach inside my leather jacket, pulling out a small bag of heroin and a couple of needles.
I nod towards the visitor. “Hold out your hand.”
He hesitates but does, his hand shaking slightly as I slap the drugs into his palm. “Pretend you're going to sell this shit over by that stall,” I say, gesturing toward where Limp Dick is stationed. “Soul will come over and hit you for dealing on our grounds.”
