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I shove him away, groaning and balling my fists. "Not now, bro. I’m too pissed off."
"That’s how you need to be when you take her virginity."
My fingers latch around Brock’s shirt collar before I can stop them. "What the fuck would you know about that? Shut the fuck up when I’m in a mood. I’ll put you five feet under like that bastard did to my sister."
Brock steps back. "Speak to me like that again and see if you wake up in the morning.Putain."
I scream as I throw up in the trash can. "Chelsie didn’t deserve to die like that. I’m all sorts of fucked up."
My dick is hard as I retch, hating the physical punishment I suffer through every time I think about her gruesome murder. Mixed signals in my brain. That’s all it is. Wires crossed and I’ve had to pay the price ever since.
Rook comes in stark naked. "I’m beating off to a naked photo of Olivia that Rina took before we even knew her. Olivia sent it to me when I was in the shower."
"Colt is dying." Brock scorches Rook with a glare.
Rook rushes to my side, then slams his meaty fist on my back. His ungodly large cock hangs in front of my face. I don't want to acknowledge its superiority to my own cock today like a real man should.I want Rook to get in an accident that cuts off half his dick so mine is bigger. "How’s the new investigator doing?"
"He won’t be working for me much longer."
I shake my friends off before I march to the window.
My breath fogs the glass as memories from that fateful day sandblast my mind.
I must quit thinking about it.
Obsessing only whips up emotions I’d rather forget.
I picture hunting Olivia down in the middle of the night. Stalking her. Creeping up behind her and surprising her by grabbing her arms. She screams as a terrified look flits across her features. She begs me to let her go, to return to her penthouse. I tell her that she shouldn’t have tempted me the way she did. One look was all it took for me to grow… obsessed.
I pounce on Olivia like a bitch. Grab her by the pussy and lead her straight to her penthouse. Stripping her naked, I slash every inch of her skin and lick the blood off. She cries out and wails, begging me to let her go. Please. Please. I don't listen. My need is too strong. I force my cock into the slits that I’ve created. The blood spurts onto my iron muscles, crimson and glistening. Her screams don't stop me. I fuck her harder. Harder. No remorse. No feeling.
Peace.
It washes over me in the most twisted way.
At last.
It’s evaded me for ten years but it’s found me again.
My cock presses against the window under my briefs that I’m wearing. Yes, I wasn’t wearing formal clothes during my call with the investigator.He doesn’t know how I cope."I have gaps in my memory."
Brook approaches me from the left. "What do you mean?"
"I don't want to say."
Rook doesn’t move. "You need to get that checked out."
"My life is split into two vaporous halves. Which one I believe I used to be pre-Olivia is a fool’s errand. Opaque mist hampers my attempts to peer at the boy I used to be."
"That doesn’t make any sense." Brock touches my back.
I scream as I whip around, my hard cock pulsating in my briefs, sweating dripping down my chiseled chest. My muscles flex of their own accord, and I can only think of one person. Olivia. I need her. Under me. Thrashing. Defenseless. Fighting me while knowing I won’t let her go. "I need my fucking space."
My friends and I go play video games. We murk a shitload of prostitutes and gangsters, which is so similar to the movies that play behind the screens of my eyes every time I fall asleep it’s not even funny. My gun doesn’t stop firing. My enemies in the game deserve it.
This is what I love most about being a guy. Playing video games with my friends. Girls don't understand it. They think it’s a waste of time and that we should be hunting buffalo to bring back to them to cook. Guys need time with each other away from the world.
"Let’s get drunk as shit." Rook cracks open a few beers.
