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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 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.
“Greta!” I call but there’s no response and I search for her until I find her in the kitchen. She’s sitting up on the kitchen island while trying to teach Baldur tricks and she’s so consumed by her new project she doesn’t notice me.
“Roll over,” she demands while Baldur looks at her with narrow eyes as if this is beneath him. Finally, he gives in and Greta rewards him with a cherry praline. “Good boy!” she cries and a reluctant smile tugs at my lips.
“You shouldn’t do that,” I rasp and she twitches, turning to look at me. “Chocolate’s poisonous to canines.”
Panic floods her face. “Oh no, I didn’t k...know.”
I shrug. “He’ll be fine. Mostly liquor in them anyway.”
Biting her lip, Greta slides down from the island and murmurs, “Where were you? You don’t seem drunk.”
“Took care of some things,” I reply and she wrings her hands. Tilting my head to the side, I add, “If you have any intention of telling me what that idiot was doing at our place, this would be a good time to do so.” Rage flashes in me again and my grip around the sink hardens.
“Dame Blanca sent him. She was sick and he’s her best student apparently...,” she trails off when I clarify,
“I meant what he was doing by our pool eye fucking you.”
Greta twitches before a somber look floods her face. “I’d rather not tell you,” she murmurs and the rage turns into agony. Did she invite him into that pool to seduce him? Can’t be. My pure Greta would never do something like that.
