He stops for a second, turns back and says, “I’m sorry, it’s just too funny.”
“What’s so funny?”
He keeps laughing. “The fact that you think that little knife of yours is going to help you against me.”
“I don’t need a fucking knife to defend myself, but I’m not taking chances.”
Shit.
Rage starts walking to the cliff, ignoring me and the knife completely. Following his previous statement, he stretches his arms over his head, takes a deep breath and talks to me over his left shoulder. “Like I said before, I don’t bite.”
I go to where he is standing without relaxing my hand. I still don’t trust this man completely.
“Why am I here?”
“I’m trying to flush out your nanny,” Rage confesses, crossing his arms over his chest. “I think that maybe I can scare him a little and make him squeal.”
Is this his way to tell me that he’s going to help me?
“I didn’t see his tail for miles.”
“Oh, trust me, pretty boy is coming.”
“How do you know it was him?”
“C’mon, that’s easy. Bruno wouldn’t trust anyone else with the unrequested security detail, and I also saw him hiding like a little bitch before I picked you up.”
“I get your point, loud and clear.”
“At first, I was like,what an idiot, but then I saw you and thoughtwhat the hell?And well, here we are.” Rage gazes at the view and breathes in deeply, filling his lungs with the purest air.
I’ve never thought that I would see him this…relaxed.
Rage exudes terror. I still remember that his sergeant at arms was too fucking afraid to even talk to him. This man really projects thatI am the ragekind of vibe.
So, this idea of him trying to help me actually feels weird considering the way we met, and our most recent encounter.
First, he wants to choke me, and then he kicks me out, to finally give me a hint… I can’t keep up with him.
“A hint you couldn’t take advantage of.”I hate it, but this time, Life and I agree on something.
The fact that he is here with me right now, trying to get some information for me, confuses me.
“Rage, why are you helping me?” I finally ask.
He watches me with his big dark eyes – he’s really looking at me for the first time – so I do the same, trying to figure him out. His thick beard covers his jaw from ear to ear, and his eyebrows are black and thick.
“Did you knowBadBlood?”
I decide that I will let him get his way this one time.
“Briefly.”
“Did he hurt you?” There’s anger in his voice.
“I was constantly trying to get away from him, and he stopped that quickly by punching me in the face,” I admit.
“That sounds like him,” Rage says in a way that suggests he knew BadBlood intimately. I see his face from another perspective now. His cheekbones are wide and thick, his hair black as night…maybe…
