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The man is brimming with energy and fury, his shoulders are about the size of a climbing wall and heave with each breath he takes. His hair is slicked back, black at the top and a near white on the sides. He reminds me of the king on a chessboard, important and crucial to me in a way I yet don’t understand. My heart is pounding, jumping as if it’s trying to escape the cage of my ribs.
What is this man even doing here? He came out of nowhere. This is so not a social visit and I gasp when he flicks out a knife and the blade glimmers. I clap my hand over my mouth, not to scream.
“I was supposed to go easy on you,” he rasps in a smoky voice that sounds so intimate I flood with goosebumps. “But then you just had to go and touch a defenseless girl and now I’m gonna have to make a mess.”
“I didn’t t...touch her, I swear I didn’t,” Lade says, shaking his head. He glances at me and his eyes no longer drip with something gross but they’re regretful now. “Tell him. Tell him I didn’t touch you!”
“Ah...,” I begin because it’s all I can muster but the man doesn’t seem interested in my explanation. He saw with his own eyes what happened and he seems intent on hashing out a punishment.
“It doesn’t matter if you didn’t touch her,” the man rasps. “You were going to and you would’ve gone through with it, had I not been here.”
Dark knight. That’s the description crossing my mind and I wonder how I’m going to thank him later. Though I would appreciate it, if I could silently remove myself and then the vicious gentleman and Lade can finish their business. Business I necessarily don’t want to witness.
“What are you going to do with me?” Lade says, cowering, his toughness gone and the man holds up the knife.
“First I’m gonna ruin that cheap couch of yours.” Sneering, he drags the knife through the lower part of the couch, causing stuffing to pop out and I pant. “And then I’m gonna ruin you but I don’t wanna do it in front of the pretty girl.”
Does that mean he’s going to let me leave? Just let me prance right out of here...?
The man turns his roughed up features sideways and I register the color of his eyes. Silver. Pure silver and they shine like radiant starlight. He’s blocking the exit and I don’t think he realizes he’s doing it. It’s just from the way he’s standing and from the size of him but it prevents me from leaving.
“Walk in through that door,” he says in a surreally soft tone and it’s such a contrast to what he’s about to do, that I inwardly have to shake myself. “Wait until I’m done and I’ll knock when you can come out.” I hesitate, not knowing what to do and he adds, “I don’t want you to see me like this.”
He doesn’t want me to see him when he’s brutal...
I dive in through the door and it’s another bathroom. There’s no window. Crappity crap. I’m stuck and there’s a man who makes my blood run both hot and cold, waiting for me on the other side.
Redness creeps over my face when I think of the way his thoughtful attention dripped all over me, coated me with ownership and for a second he looked stunned, as if I had disrupted something inside of him. He’s disrupted something inside of me too, filled my belly with lava heat and I’m puzzled at my reaction to him.
I barely dared look him in the eyes. It felt like being dominated and the masculinity exuding from his magnificent form, makes me realize just in how much trouble I’m in.
I’ve never been a troublesome girl, always felt at ease in my own body but now my hormones are taxing on me, my limbs feeling heavy and my gaze is out-of-focus. And it’s not only my gaze that’s out of focus, it’s all of me. The only way for me to regain some of my control is by handing it over to that man.
But he’s not just a man, is he? No. He’s menacing, murky waters. And he wants me to get in.
2.
Axwell
I’ve been meaning to do this for a while. A month ago, we were informed that some clown was running around, telling people he knows the significance of ice and shadows. At first, I paid little attention as I had bigger problems to handle but then a week ago, he held a woman at knifepoint, threatening that if she didn’t give him money, the Nordic Mafia would hurt her.
Outsiders using our name is forbidden by our code. Hurting innocent people in our name is forbidden and I fucking hate it, when punks who think they’re so tough believe there won’t be any consequences. Wrong. There will be and the punishment always fits the crime. Arriving at the idiot’s house, I watched him outside the windows for a while, preparing to get in there and beat him within an inch of his life when a girl suddenly sauntered down the staircase. I jolted, felt the ground shake beneath me at the sight of her. Red hair coiling in a way that made even a fucker like me think of romance and treating a woman right. Hazel eyes, plump cheeks and a mouth that had me close to salivating.
For a second, I forgot why I was even here. I wanted to burst through the door and have her in one big, swiping move. Then it dawned on me as she walked into the living room and I can’t even begin to describe the rage, when I realized that maybe she was another man’s woman. A torturous fire braided around my veins, eating me up from inside until I felt steam coming out of my ears. Overwhelmed with wrath I compressed my jaw, so consumed by possessiveness I couldn’t even feel the pain.
She stood in the asshole’s living room, dressed in a pair of white bohemian shorts and a flouncy top that teasingly bounced around her waist. She was wearing a purse over her shoulder and I figured she was maybe leaving. My fists clenched. Good. Then I could spare her the sight of her boyfriend being murdered because he dared to take her before me.
And it wasn’t just him I wanted to kill but every male who knows her name or how her neck smells when she’s a little sweaty after she’s worked herself up. I tensed when the dickhead lying on the couch put his eyes on her and they roamed down her body in a way that made me need to roar like a beast. He got up, moving in her direction and unable to control myself anymore, I stalked over to the house and walked inside.
The fool’s backdoor wasn’t even locked. No alarms in place and I went farther inside, noticing the girl was pressed up against the wall, her little body shaking. Her eyes were squeezed in fear and when he lunged at her, I saw red.
Now the punk is right in front of me, cowering on the couch while the girl is hiding in the room right next to this one. It annoys me. That I have to spend time on this animal while the girl is waiting for me, separated from me and not in the palm of my hand because I fucking have to deal with people like this one.
Inwardly I curse. My first impulse was to create chaos but the girl is going to have to walk out and I don’t want to get her filthy. She’s got white sneakers on and I don’t think she’d appreciate them being stained with red. I stretch my neck from side to side, hearing tension pop. How the fuck do I do this as sanitary as possible? I get an idea. One I usually never would apply but I’m trying to please the girl.
“Tell you what?” I snarl. “Since you’re a cowardly little fuck, I’ll give you a head start.”
His eyes flare, but not before he grins and then as if challenging me, he pulls down the collar of his sweater and it reads ZeroSum. Well, this just made things a little more complicated. My lips pull over my teeth in a sneer and the guy panics. Rising, he runs and throws his body out of the window, causing glass to shatter before racing into the garden and continuing into the forest surrounding the house.
