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I let out a soft, airy chuckle. “What if you don’t like what you find?”
Beckett pulled back, his entire, undivided attention on me. “Oh, sweetheart, you really haven’t been paying attention the last half hour, have you?”
I opened my mouth to say something, but laughed from the top of my lungs instead. I liked this Beckett much more than I’d liked the cocky, smug asshole I’d thought he had been all these years. “Fine,” I said. “Let’s have a date.” But the reluctance in my voice was falling away before I got the words out. I’d tried and failed, within the same breath, to play hard to get, when it was obvious I was already his.
The End
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TWISTED VALENTINE
A DYSFUNCTIONAL STORY
ISABEL LUCERO
TRIGGER WARNING
This story contains graphic violence, murder, and sex. There’s knife and blood play, including carving words into skin.
1
KASPIAN
Valentine’s Day is almost here, and I know Quin isn’t big on holidays. To be honest, I’m not either. Most of them are rooted in religion and neither one of us believes in a higher power. Valentine's Day, while it originated as a Christian feast to celebrate Saint Valentine, has now turned into a commercial celebration of love and romance.
Quin isn’t romantic, and we don’t profess our feelings like most couples, but there’s something special between us that others won’t understand, and I feel like we should celebrate it. We didn’t do anything the last two years. The first year, we were new to Alaska and trying to settle in, and last year, Quin didn’t even realize what day it was. It’s not like I need much, just his undivided attention. He ended up making it up to me with sex that had me sore for a week, so I forgave him.
Now, over two years later, we’ve both settled into our new identities—Jamison and Grayson Blackwood. It took some convincing to get Quin to allow us to have a last name that kept his original surname in it. I may have told him it was just a good name, but I really wanted to have part of his name attached to mine, even if it’s not the one I was born with.
It’s unfortunate I’ll never truly be Mr. Black, but we can play the part of a married couple with a similar name to his. I’m still fully obsessed with Quin, and while I can pretend to love and adore Jamison Blackwood when we’re around other people here, and as much as I wanted Ezra Hamilton back in Vermont, I crave the darkness Quintin Black gives me, so keeping a part of him and his origins was important.
It didn’t take as long as we thought to find someone who could give us new identification under the table. Apparently Alaska is a common place for people to run off and start over.
Both of us found work at a local sea life center. Quin got a job there first as a security officer, which is a little ironic, considering we steer clear from anybody that wears any type of uniform and has the ability to detain people. However, it’s a small place where he mostly patrols the area, and usually people don’t approach him. He’s not the charming one between the two of us, which is why I took a job in the gift shop. I can sell the shit out of those damn expensive souvenirs. Old ladies love me for some reason. You’d think I’d scare them with my tattoos and piercings, but I have a kind smile and infectious personality. Get them to laugh and they’re putty in your hands.
I look at the clock on the wall of our cabin, expecting Quin to be home soon. We live just ten minutes away from Seward, in a black, fairly modernized and secluded cabin. The nearest neighbor might be two miles away, but our views consist of nothing but trees and land.
I get off earlier than he does, but Quin said he’d be working even later than usual today. He seems to be doing that a lot lately. I try not to listen to the voice that tells me something’s wrong, but I can’t help but wonder if maybe he’s tiring of this life we have. It’s been two years out here, and as different as we are from normal people, we have settled into somewhat traditional roles.
It’s not like we don’t still have excitement. We had sex last night, and I have a cut across my stomach I’m still sore from; I allowed him to use his blade on me last week. He has no reason to be unhappy, but Quin’s always been a hard read. He doesn’t show his emotions, nor does he talk about them, but I always have ways to bring them out. Perhaps it’s time to provoke him. It’s always so much fun.
After putting on my boots and jacket, I jog down the three steps of our cabin and walk through the foot of snow until I get to my truck. It doesn’t warm up until I’m nearing the sea life center, but I make sure to park a good distance away, blocked by trees, and then I get out and walk ahead.
I spot his gray truck parked behind the building. There’s one other vehicle next to his, but the store’s closed. It’s been closed for an hour, and the lights are off.
I came to make sure he was still working so I could prepare my surprise, but now my heart beats rapidly in my chest as my anger boils beneath my skin, making me forget I’m standing in the thirty degree chill.
