“Ditto, baby.”
Feelings will get you killed
Closing Vicky’s door after seeing her off has me feeling fucked up— again, the lines that I set there are almost non-existent. I get on my bike and head back to the hotel, eager to find this little fuck head Treasure. Walking into my room, I pull my phone out to call Zane. “Any update on Treasure?” I ask; I need words with this peasant so I can get the fuck back to WB. “Yeah brother, got an address.” After giving me his address, I hang up the phone and ride out to see him, with Zane and Ade behind me.
We pull up to a house; a basic house, but seeing his bike outside, we must be at the right place. Once we reach the front door, I knock a few times before kicking the door down, walking straight into the house with no weapon drawn. I could not give a fuck about a weapon; my fists can do just as much damage.
We find Treasure in the shower; I pull open the curtain, revealing him midway jacking off, making us all laugh aloud. “What the fuck are you doing?” he yells, trying to grab hold of the curtain to cover him, like the little bitch that he is. I pull the curtain away so he just misses it, making Zane and Ade laugh even harder. I squeeze my hand around the back of his neck, pulling him out of the shower and throwing him to the floor. “What the fuck do you want with my sister?” I ask, with not a hint of humour in my voice. He laughs, wiping the water out of his eyes. “She’s a little slut, I never wanted her. She was the one all over my dick.”
I kneel down so I am at his level, and chuckle. “Do you really think that I won’t kill you? I can kill you without thinking twice, son.” I say, smirking at him. I see his face drop, as he realises the size of his cockiness, which is a lot bigger than his actual cock. “You wouldn’t, for what? What would the purpose of killing me be?”
I shrug before pulling my knife out of its socket and stabbing him right in the dick. He screams out a blood-curdling scream that fucking irritates my ears, so I pull the knife out of his groin and slam it right between his eyes. Once I know he is out cold, I pull it out and spit on his face. Fucking peasant. My sister means the world to me, so make no mistake when I say that if anyone so much as breathes on her in a threatening way, I will fucking end them.
Standing back up, I reach over to the bathroom sink and wash away the evidence of yet another life that I have taken with this knife. I spare a glance in the mirror, seeing Zane looking at me. “You good, brother?” he asks with eyebrows raised.
“Yeah, much better now.”
“Alright then, let’s get this cleaned up.”
It takes us a few hours to clean up the mess, but in the end, it will look like a drug do-over. Lucky for us, Treasure was also dealing crack from his house. Fuck, my sister sure knows how to pick them. I need to have words with this girl next time I see her.
Getting back to my hotel room, I slump down on my bed with my hands holding my face. Usually after the rough days, I get laid, and fuck, I want to; however, there is no one I want under me other than Victoria fucking Abrahams. Well I’ll be damned.
Sighing aloud and scrubbing my face in frustration, I pick up my phone and a text comes through as I am holding it. That fucking text makes me one happy man; and in this very moment, I know that tonight I am dragging all the boys back home just so I can see that earth-shattering fucking smile.
Vicky
The drive home is longer than the drive there. I cannot wait to see Alaina but at the same time, I miss Blake.
Walking into our apartment, I drop all my bags into my room and start unpacking. Blake is constantly on my mind, I wish I could erase feelings; feelings will get you killed. I pull out my phone and text Blake:
Me: Come see me when you are back?
Blake: I’ll be back this weekend babe, will stop in on the way home.
Me: Okay
Blake: What are you wearing?
Me: I can wear whatever you want me to wear
Blake: In that case, be wearing nothing.
Me: Your wish is my command.
I fluff my hair up and put my phone on auto-timer. I sit it on my drawers, kneel on my bed with my hands on my boobs and a smile on my face, pulling my lip in between my teeth, and then shoot the photo; sending him evidence of what he wanted from me. After 5 minutes of no reply, I start to get nervous. Picking up my phone, I examine what I took. I’m criticising myself, trying to find something that is wrong with it, but there was nothing that I could see. My phone finally dings from a text, seeing his name splashed on my screen makes my stomach feel like it is doing backflips:
Blake: Jesus fucking Christ, woman. I’ll be back tonight.
I clap my hands in glee; even though I only saw him hours earlier, I need to see him again. I know I am beginning to feel many different feelings for him, but at this point, I am good with that. After I have unpacked all my crap, I send a text to Alaina, forgetting that I have not seen her in three weeks and we usually always have plans for the weekend.