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Don’t they ever care about their fucking safety?
The couple walk through a cloud of smoke and disappear behind a back door and I’m quick to follow. Kicking crushed glass to the side, I cross the floor when I’m stopped by a girl wearing way too much makeup and hairspray.
“Going somewhere?” she asks and there’s lipstick on her teeth. “Why don’t you buy me a Sex on the Beach, handsome?”
“Not interested,” I snap, brushing past her and she cries after me,
“That stuck up, huh?”
More like can’t get it up, if the girl isn’t Greta. My body’s bound to hers. Unlike some of my brothers I don’t go to any temples or venerate any of the old god’s but I don’t need to. I already have something I venerate and it’s real and warm and soft and it smiles when I tell her I love her in her sleep.
Pushing the backdoor open, I step out into the alley and look around. A cat’s feasting on a trashcan to my left and I look to my right. The target and the woman are walking with their arms around each other and I track them.
“I love your blond hair,” the target drunkenly drawls, “if I squint it’ll almost be like fucking an uptown girl.” He bursts into laughter and fury rages in me. Unaware of that I’m coming after him, he pulls at the woman’s hair and she yaps,
“That hurts!”
“Yeah, whatever....,” the target turns from her. “Wait here, I need to take a leak.”
There’ll be more than just his piss leaking soon enough.
He turns to the brick wall, takes out his dick and starts littering and I take out my gun and fire.
Pow!
“Aaaah...,” the woman screams until I tell her to shut it and her mouth snaps closed. She looks from me to the dead man and jumps out of the way when blood soils her shoes. Between chattering teeth she whispers, “You killed him.”
Perceptive. Sudden guilt floods me. We usually don’t kill in front of women if we don’t have to but then something calculating sharpens her eyes.
“I’m a witness...,” she breathes. “Pay me off or I’m calling the coppers.”
Ah...there we go. Trying to be clever. A wrong move when it comes to dealing with my kind.
Sneering, I gently rasp, “Sugar, you don’t want to threaten me.” I pull up my sleeve, showing her my underarm where the mafia symbol is carved and recognition flares in her eyes. “Now scram,” I snarl and she squeaks and stumbles off into the dark.
I turn back to the target and tilt my head to the side. Not bad. The brick wall looks so much better painted a bright red. Stepping over his leg, I continue down the alley and walk out into the street. The few stars that are able to handle the city lights shine on the night sky.
The only reason I’m even noticing them is because of Greta.
She always pays attention to little details like those. How a privileged girl like her, still can be so in awe of the world is wondrous to me and part of why I crave her. Greta has what I don’t. Greta still sees what’s good in life while I’ve been in the darkness for too long.
Walking back home, I put my hands in my pockets. I’m still furious with her. If Greta wasn’t so damn delicate I’d pull her over my knee and give her a spanking until she screamed. Fuck, life was easier when my heart still was in my chest.
Now it’s with her, going wherever she goes. If I could I’d take it back, purely for survival reasons but you can’t put a heart back where it was, same way you can’t squeeze the paste back into the tube.
Raising my brows, I wonder what the hell I’m going on about but this is what she does to me. Turns a mobster into an amateur poet or some shit and I need her to let her guard down fast.
Preferably yesterday.
I stretch my neck side to side in annoyance because this pussy deprivation is beginning to feel real torturous.
****
Entering the penthouse, the first thing I see is the glass covering the floor. Greta didn’t clean it up because the girl doesn’t know how to lift a finger. Not that I blame her. I’m the one who created the mess and I throw a quick glance in the broken mirror.
There’s some blood on my right cheek and I wipe it off.
It’s my attempt to be more presentable but I still look like the murderer who came in from the cold.
