I wouldn’t allow it.
Slipping the knife from its sheath, I moved closer.
Anthony had put in earbuds and increased the tempo of his workout. He had a small dumbbell in each hand and was going at a rhythm that was impossible for a typical.
When I put the blade to his throat, he had a moment of shock when his eyes met mine in the mirror. I saw the moment he started to use his ability on me and slit his throat from ear to ear.
The problem with Aurathions that had abilities was, in most cases, they relied on them too heavily, and all other training was neglected.
The cut was so deep that when I dropped his body, his head was almost completely severed, only hanging on by a bit of muscle and tendons.
I watched the blood pool at my feet for a moment, then bent and coated my fingers in the sticky fluid. I brought them to my face and painted two vertical lines down each cheek. Time to take care of the other motherfucker.
The locker room was quiet when I entered, except for the shower at the end of the row. I could hear grunts and groans as thedeadmotherfucker jacked off to the thought of what didn’t belong to him.
I walked closer, not bothering to muffle my steps. When I was right outside of the shower curtain, I stopped.
“Keep walking if you value your life.” He growled.
I didn’t say anything.
I just waited.
“I’m not fucking with you. Move… the fuck… along.”
Still getting no response, he pulled back the shower curtain and stuck his head out.
I was waiting for just this opportunity.
Torrence looked confused when he saw me standing there. It soon turned to alarm when he saw my knife heading toward his face. He threw up a hand to try to stop me, but my knife went through it and into his eye. When I pulled it out, there was a squelching noise but no resistance.
He screamed in agony and fell out of the shower, tangling up in the curtain before landing on his back.
“What the fuck?! Why did you do that?” He screamed.
Blood was everywhere, seeping between his fingers and running down his face.
I grabbed his flaccid dick (no hard-on in sight now) and cut it off with one swipe of my knife. When his screams became louder than I could tolerate, I wrapped the shower curtain tightly around his face. I knew he was dying, but I had a couple more cuts I needed to make.
Whether I decide to claim my Nexus or not, I’d never allow filth like this to touch her.
Chapter 12
Oren
Iwalked into the men’s locker room just in time to see Jet hack Torrence Porter’s hands off. What the actual hell?! After the shitty night of sleep I’d had, this was the last fucking thing I needed.
“What the fuck G.I. Joe?” I snarled at him.
Jet looked up, shocked to see me standing there. I bet he wasn’t nearly as stunned as I was at seeing him holding two severed hands with war paint on his face that looked like…. Was that blood?
“Just taking care of a problem.” He had the grace to look a little sheepish at being caught in this predicament.
“What kind of problem, exactly?” This guy was a dick, but I wasn’t sure how he was a threat to Jet.
“The kind of problem that threatened our Nexus.” He stood and dropped the hands he was holding onto Torrence’s chest.
I glanced down when they fell and did a double-take. Was that a dick sticking out of Torrence’s mouth?!
