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“Fuck you,” he says, and in response, Len punches him in the face.
“Wrong answer. What’s Norn planning?”
The man spits at Len and quickly gets punched in the face again. Blood begins running from his nose, coating his face red.
“What is Norn planning?”
“Stop! You fucking asshole!”
Another punch.
Len’s carefree attitude is completely gone. It’s strange that he looks no different, but there’s just an aura about him that tells me he’s not one to be fucked with. There’s so much cold concentration in his face as he punches the man again. And then when the man refuses to give him anything, he grabs him by the back of the neck and pushes his head under the water. The man thrashes and flails, splashing bloody water all over the place.
When Len lets him up this time, the man goes, “You fuck—”
And he’s back down again.
Meanwhile, here I am, just standing in the doorway, watching whatever the fuck is happening. This time, when Len lets him up, he comes up coughing.
“Say something I want to hear or you’re going back down.”
“N-Norn just wanted to hurt him a bit. We were supposed to tie him up and remove his nails… beat him up some and tell him that Norn was waiting for him.”
“How’d you get in?”
“S-Stole a keycard to enter the building from some man and made the cleaning lady tell us the passcode.”
“And what are Norn’s next plans?”
“I-I don’t know! I really don’t! He doesn’t tell us shit until we’re doing it.”
“I’m feeling a bit… generous this evening. So I’m going to let you go and you’re going to hand deliver a note to Norn, alright? Kade, a pen and paper, please?”
I back out of the bathroom and quickly retrieve what he’s asking for. As he takes the pen, I notice his knuckles are a little torn, but he pays them no mind as he starts writing:
This is your warning. You’re playing a game you’re not going to enjoy the end of.
Then Len slips it into the man’s front pocket and pulls him in close. “If you do not personally hand deliver that to Norn, then I will find you, and I will break your legs and make you wish you were dead. Do you understand?”
“Very much.”
“Fantastic. Now fuck off.”
He hurriedly leaves the room as Len watches him go, but I can’t look away from Len who has reached for the hand towel in the bathroom. “Sorry I made a mess of your apartment; I tried to fling that one guy onto the tiles before shooting him so he didn’t get your carpet all bloody,” he says.
What the fuck? What the hell is this? And who takes the time to make sure the dying person misses the carpet?
But more importantly, why am I unreasonably turned on by this man? Why is it that he’s so goddamn sexy?Wasthat sexy? What about him is so appealing? I enjoy having sex with men. They scratch an itch. But this isn’t an itch, this is a fucking fire. This is…
“What?” Len asks.
In two quick steps, I’m into the bathroom, slamming him against the counter as I wrap one arm around his waist and pull his face toward mine with the other hand. My lips mash against his as a hunger unlike anything I’d ever felt consumes me.
Ineedhim. As a man who has bought anything I’ve ever wanted in my life, I’ve never felt a need like this. A desire to have something. To hold him and touch him and make him mine.
He’s so surprised that he fumbles, and I don’t know why I immediately think it’s cute. Clearly, he doesn’t have experience with men just ravishing him after he beats the shit out of someone, but that tension fades as he presses into me. I feel his cock against my thigh, and it just cements the fact that I need him. I need to feel him and touch him and make him writhe beneath me.
I brush my tongue against his lips,needingmore. And when his lips part, I let my tongue tangle with his as my fingers slide into his messy hair.
