The tip of the blade is inches from my eye when he snarls, “Something you’ll never find out, cunt.Because I don’t fuck my brothers over for mafia pussy.All you slits on legs want is cock and money.Attention whores, all of you.”
“Shit, dude.Get a grip.You have some serious issues, but I’m not one of them.”I snicker and it only makes more anger flare up in his eyes.
Shit.I shouldn’t antagonize the man, but he makes it too damn easy.
“What are your issues, eh?”he spits.
It takes everything inside me not to flinch at the spittle landing on my cheek.A-freaking-gain.
My mouth gets the better of me when I snap, “Could you start torturing?And I mean the knife, because the talking with leftovers is really gross.”
Muted laughter comes from outside the room.The door opens and Livi steps inside, Thorsten and Macsen are right behind her.
“Fuck,” Jocko roars.
He spins around and flings the knife through the air and lodges it into the wall.
Turning back to face Macsen he growls, “You, fucker, didn’t give me a real chance.”
Macsen shrugs.“You could have...”
“What?”He shoves Macsen’s shoulder.“You said touch her and die, how the hell does one torture a fucking person without touching, eh?”
“Mind games,” Livi and I state at the same time.
She glances at me and grins.
Jocko shakes his head and walks away while he mutters, “Fuckin’ sister bonding shit while one is strapped to the chair the other put her on.Some weird family connection right there.”
Macsen is at my side and squats down to free me.“Are you okay?”
“Define okay?”I grumble.“I don’t think I’ve ever been to the clubhouse under normal circumstances.”
The corner of his mouth twitches.“The future still holds a lot of possibilities, so I’m sure we can rectify that soon enough.For now, let’s get you out of this chair and into a hot bath.”
“A hot bath sounds good,” I admit.“Jocko needs to stop raining spit when he talks or is he related to llamas or something?”
Laughter flows through the room, though the smile on my face feels fake.I don’t know what this display was and who I can trust.Between my father’s actions and Macsen’s club?I have no clue where I stand in life.There’s only one person I can trust in this fucked-up world, and that’s me.
I have to focus on myself and take action for the little one growing in my belly.Nothing else matters if you’re not able to receive what you give in this fucked-up world.Time to close doors and open a new one where I can slip through without anyone noticing until I’m gone.
