Smiley(113)

“This one throws sucker punches,” Torrent warned. “I have hit him. He’s a decent fighter for a human.”

“Fuck you,” Bruce spat. “I have a concussion or I would have beat you like a bitch.” He turned and glared at Smiley. Something flickered in his eyes and he snorted. “Ah. I know who you are.” He gave him a once-over. “You disappointed me.”

“What do you mean by that?” Smiley already hated the male.

“I would have messed that bitch up if I’d been you. Do you know how hot it is to make them scream and bleed while you’re fucking them? Hell, I got wood just thinking about drugging her again and stringing her up to use but Gregory said to wait until we were done with her. When I get out of here, and I will, I’ll video me giving it to that whore good and send you a copy so you can learn something.”

Smiley was on him before he could consider what Vanni would think. It felt good, slamming his fist into the human’s face. The male tried to block it but wasn’t fast enough. The punch threw him toward Torrent whose reflexes were better. He lunged out of the way and Bruce slammed into the door. It groaned from the force of his weight. Smiley advanced.

Bruce took a swing at him. It went wide. Smiley plowed his other fist into the male’s gut. He made a loud sound of pain and doubled over from the blow. Smiley backed off and rumbled.

“Come at me.”

Bruce straightened. His face was red with anger and the blood that poured from his busted nose. He bellowed and pushed away from the door. He was slow for his size. Smiley easily ducked the fist directed at his face and plowed into the human’s center, taking him to the floor. He straddled the male and pummeled his face until strong arms wrapped around his waist and hauled him off.

“Enough,” Torrent snarled. “Don’t kill him. It’s what he wants. No one is that stupid unless they are suicidal.”

The door flew open and Vanni stood there. Jericho stopped behind her. Smiley quickly stood and stepped away, realizing what he’d done. Bruce groaned and rolled onto his side. Blood spread across the floor. Smiley nodded, letting Torrent know he was in control again.

“I’m sorry.” Smiley stared at Vanni.

She entered the room, keeping far from Bruce. “Don’t be. Are you okay?”

His hands hurt. He didn’t even glance at them. “I didn’t mean to lose it.”

She approached him.

“Don’t,” he cautioned her. There was blood on his hands. “I don’t want you contaminated.”

Her lips parted but Torrent spoke first. “That is one human who probably is diseased. Smiley needs to wash all that blood off before you touch him. We’re immune to disease but you’re not.”

Bruce sat up and Smiley moved, putting his body between her and the human. Bruce spit blood on the floor and glared at him as more of it ran down his lower face to his neck and shirt. One eye was already swelling shut due to the cut over his eyebrow. He snorted.

“Fucking pussy-whipped. You’re pathetic.” Bruce tilted his head, trying to get a look at Vanni. “Why don’t you come over here, you bitch? I’ll show you what a real man can do to you. You’ll like it.”

Smiley would have attacked him again but Torrent gripped his arm. “No. I told you. He’s trying to make you kill him. It would be over too fast. He deserves to suffer for years.”

Torrent was probably right. He nodded again, too angry to speak. Torrent’s hold eased. Smiley looked at Vanni. She was close enough to touch if he reached out but he didn’t. He cleared his throat and tried to calm.

“Go wait for me outside this room. It’s not safe.” He caught movement in his peripheral vision and tensed. He watched Bruce struggle to get to his feet. “Now, Vanni.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t dare look away from Bruce. The male might try to get around him to reach Vanni before she left. He heard Jericho gasp. Movement to his right startled him and shock held him still for a second. Vanni stopped next to him and lifted Jericho’s weapon.

“Do you like this, dickhead?” She fired. The Taser dart shot out and embedded in Bruce’s gut.

The way the human’s eyes rolled up into his head as his body stiffened from the electric current that pulsed through him assured Smiley the slight noise came from Vanni, who was holding down the trigger. Smiley gawked a little. He didn’t try to stop her, aware of the blood on his hands. She actually smiled, watching Bruce finally fall over. She released the trigger and turned her head, holding his gaze.

“That hurts like a son of a bitch. I figured he should experience it firsthand. Don’t you dare feel bad for hitting him. I wish I could have.” She broke eye contact and looked at Torrent, offering the weapon to him. “Do you want this? It’s heavier than I thought it would be.”