“You know what I mean.”
“So, what are you suggesting?” I ask, my voice guarded.
“Kill her.”
I jump up, and before he’s had time to blink, I’ve got him crushed against the wall, my hand closed around his collar.
“Okay, okay!” he says, raising his hands. “Don’t kill her. Fine. But see what I mean? Other girls would be dead if they so much asvaguely threatened Devil. This one is the literal reason we’re falling apart, and you can’t even stand the idea of harming her.”
I push him again, violently, so that the back of his head bangs against the wall, and my hand closes around his neck.
“She’s not other girls,” I say through gritted teeth.
“Got it, man.”
He pales slightly when I don’t relax my hold, and his breathing grows more constricted. But he knows me too well to be truly concerned. A moment later, I’ve let him go, and he falls to the ground, sputtering.
It would take more than this for me to kill him. But when he glances up at me, I can tell he’s realized it. Icouldkill him, if he went any further.
That was never the case before. It was always the two of us. Starting in first grade, we were inseparable. Sure, we sometimes got into tiffs, little arguments. We even threw around a few punches. But there was nothing either of us could do to irreparably damage our brotherhood. No crime great enough.
Until now.
“Fuck, man. You’ve really got it bad.”
The words are tinged with something darker. Something like regret… or anger.
I shrug.
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Logan leaves, and I look down at my feed again. Just in time to see the girl stepping off the balcony back into the apartment.
What the fuck?
Did she not get my note?
Then she looks straight up into the camera, and smiles.
Interesting. So my little pet is testing the limits. Trying to see just what she needs to do for me to come down.
It’s funny how she thinks she can control me. I’ll let her believe she can. But I’ll make sure she regrets it.
My cock already hard, I go down to her apartment. She’s waiting at the door when I enter, like she’s expecting me.
She probably is. I’m going to teach her a lesson she’ll never forget.
I can tell she sees the darkness in my eyes because she blushes and casts her eyes down. I walk toward her, folding her to me roughly, possessively, and she buries her face in the space where my chin meets my neck.
I can’t help but find it kind of cute how she looks to me for protection from… myself.
I allow her to remain there a moment, marveling at how her face fits so perfectly, as if that nook is made just for her. My resolve softens for a moment when I feel her trembling little body in my arms, and I find myself wanting to kiss her.
Goddamn it. I’m turning into Everest motherfucking Grant.
Pulling myself away just a bit from her, while still holding her firmly, I look at her more coldly than I meant to. She cringes under my gaze.
I let my lips relax into a small smile. But if anything, it only serves to make her more on edge. And she’s right to be nervous.
