“Good, because being scared is a weakness. You’re to be afraid of nothing, not a fucking thing, when you’re in my kingdom. Do you understand?” he questioned. I nodded my head as I watched him lift his foot. What was he doing?
Then I heard the crunching of bones, the splatter of brain matter, and blood against the ground.
“This is what we do to people who are weak… scared,” he snarled, staring down at what was left of the man’s body. I never even got the man’s name.
Pulling myself back to the present, I stared at the man before me. He was weak. He was scared.
With complete control, I arched my arm back and threw the knife. It flew through the air, barreling toward Miller. His eyes grew large, and I could practically hear his heart beat from where I stood as the knife sunk into the deep word directly above his head. He wasn’t just a coward—he was a liar, too. He wasn’t just scared—no, he was fucking terrified.
“You’re a liar…” I spat the words with venom. “You said you were scared of nothing, but it is clear to me as I watch you shake in your fucking skin, you are in fact scared of something…” I smiled, because I was a fucker like that. Nothing got me harder than making people pay for what they did wrong. I recognized failure.
“Sir, give him a break. He just started with us—” Devon tried to cut in. I turned glaring at him. He was lucky I needed him. He had the information I needed. Killing him would be a grave mistake at his time. His death would have to wait until later.
“Breaks are for the fucking weak…” Taking a deep breath, I smiled before I threw the next knife. It landed just millimeters from his throat. Hmmm…. his throat… yes, that’s where the next one would land.
“Are you going to beg?” I mocked. At the very least, he could go out feeling like a man. If I had one thing to thank Alzerro for it was his ruthless ways. He had taught me any emotion outside of killing was unneeded. When I put the bullet in his head and fucked Bree, it would be from his teachings.
“Men don’t beg,” he said quietly. His voice was wobbly. Was he going to cry? Was this fucking pathetic excuse for a human going to cry? I had seen women handle death better than this excuse.
“Glad you figured it out,” I mocked, gripping the blade in my hand. With one single arch, I whipped the blade at him, watching his eyes dilate, and his chest move for the last time. The blade sank straight into his throat, and I listened to the gurgling sound of him struggling to breathe while blood filled his throat. As I watched the light leave his eyes, a sick sadistic smile spread across my lips causing my heart to swell with happiness. “You didn’t have to kill him.” Devon sounded as if he was actually hurt.
“Yes, I did. He was a weakness. He wouldn’t have done anything but drag us down.” I was satisfied with all I had done, and as I watched the blood pour from him… I smiled even more. Blood wasn’t a sign of death, but a sign of victory. I had won—they just didn’t know it yet.
“Remove his body and get ready to go. We have a plan to follow through with.” I was going to get them. Both of them, even if I had to die fucking trying.
Zerro
I watched her fidget with the hem of her shirt. Was she nervous? I hadn’t been myself lately. I had lost the roughness in my words and touch. I wasn’t the same man as I was before.
“This is... well… a very domesticated version of you…” Bree laughed easily, her hair moving as small breaths came from her mouth. We hadn’t discussed anything pertaining to her being taken because I wanted this date to be just that—a date. A normal thing two people would do when they wanted to get to know more about one another.
Dating wasn’t really my thing. I never fucked and stayed. Hell, I never even comforted anyone until Bree. I didn’t know what compassion, love, or softness was. Death, rage, and fury were all I knew. She lit a spark in my cold heart-stirring flames not stirred since my mother had died.
“See, I can do shit without a gun.” I smirked, reaching for my glass of water. We were eating at a simple diner here in town. The place reminded me of one of those towns you would see in movies. Everyone had immaculate lawns, two and half kids, and a wraparound fence in the back yard. The crime rate was low, and everyone played a part in the community.
This wasn’t my kind of scene. Hell, being normal wasn’t my kind of fucking thing at all. It felt strange, but at the same time, it felt welcoming.
“Lies…” She hissed out, taking the straw of her drink in between her teeth. “I bet you have your gun right in your back. I bet you keep looking around the room to see who the first person will be to get shot if shit goes wrong, and I bet, more than anything, being this domesticated is fucking with your head.”