Some of his normal, cheerful voice creeps back into his words, and he bounces in place like the thought of coming back to me makes him happy.
The duality of Sebastian standing before me gives me whiplash.
I can see my boy, but I also see someone whom I don't know. Someone dangerous. Someone who's about to take a life if I don't stop him.
"Before we continue to the good part, there's a message I was asked to deliver before your final breath. Kazimir says-"
The man interrupts him, "So this is the mafia fucker's doing? He'll pay for it."
"Bla, bla, bla. Save it. As I was saying, Kizimir says,you're welcome."
The man looks confused, the words don't make sense to him. But before he can say anything, Sebastian slices the man'sthroat. My eyes widen in horror as I watch him fall to the ground, the gurgling sounds filling the air.
Sebastian observes his masterpiece with a smile on his face – and this is how I know he sees it as a masterpiece. He watches the life drain from the man like he's watching his favorite artist painting his next masterpiece.
It's insanity.
It's wrong.
Yet I'm hypnotized by the blinding smile on his lips, the light in his eyes, the way he holds his body like he's the Reaper who just led someone to death's door.
My cock hardens, and for a second, I question my sanity, but a second isn't enough to convince me otherwise.
I'm in love with Sebastian.
I'm in love with a killer.
And I like it when he draws blood, when he ends a life, when he paints a masterpiece of his own using blood, broken bones, and last breaths.
My boy… who knew you'd show me exactly how twisted my mind is?
Chapter thirty-one
Sebastian
Kazimir will be happy. Though I'm still curious why a mafia boss wanted this bastard dead. He probably pissed off the wrong people. Whatever. It's not my job to figure it out.
The kill was easy and quick. I want to get back to my Daddy as soon as I can. Sadly, I still need to get rid of the body. I don't enjoy this part as much as the action.
If anything, I'm fucking bored already.
Just when I'm about to start disposing of the body, I hear ruffling behind me. This is unfortunate. Whether the witness is innocent or not, they signed their death the second they stepped into this alley.
I don't allow witnesses to live.
Unbothered by whoever it may be, I turn to see my second victim of the night. At least I'll get more action and fun.
All my past, all the horrors, all the killing… nothing, absolutely nothing, could have prepared me for this moment.
The moment when my Daddy would witness me kill a man.
I stand still as a statue, too afraid one movement would send him running away from me. His expression is a mask, but I can read what's behind it: anger, disbelief… and something I can't name.
I'm terrified.
I always knew Ezrah could never knoweverypart of me. The darkest parts were ones I intended to hide forever, because I couldn't risk losing him. But now I'm facing my worst nightmare.
The man I love just watched me kill.
