When my vision returns from the burning haze that clouded it at first, my focus zooms in on Lev as he grabs the guy and pushes him towards the door to the back of the bar that I know leads to his office. Lev tilts his head to Seb who is still behind the bar. Seb shakes his head in return. Okay, apparently, this is a regular occurrence and it ain’t fucking happening tonight. He only fucked me last night, how can he possibly want more? No way this prick’s ass feels as good as mine
Are you really gonna let another man touch what's yours? Make the fucker bleed.
The rational voice in my head has left, leaving only Crazy, and that guy should stay locked away no matter how often he begs for attention. But he has a good point, I can feel his malicious smile in my head which transfers onto my face as my hand strokes the switchblade in my pocket. No one else in my brain has shown up to stop him, so I’ll let my crazy psycho have his fun. He deserves it after being hidden away for so long. Psycho recognizes psycho after all, so Lev can only blame himself for unleashing Crazy’s wrath.
Firmly grabbing onto my switchblade, I’m not sure whether to use it on both of them or just Lev. That can be a last-minute decision.
All I know is that another part of me is at the helm. A cunning one. A dangerous one. He’s the one who leaves the scared young boy locked in the apartment, doing what Jake says. Crazy, on the other hand, is fearless and takes what he wants. I nearly let him loose in the holding pen when Lev was comforting Mario before killing him. Lev seems to be the trigger to my crazy. Not surprising, really.
With confident strides, I make my way over to the bar. Seb swallows, a tad bug-eyed. The fury coursing through me is palpable and Seb feels it. I like Seb, but even he won’t get in my way. “I'm going back there Seb, and you can't stop me.”
I expect him to try, but he laughs. “Go get him, Aaron, and make the smug fucker suffer.” He pats me on the shoulder and goes back to work.
Okay. I didn't expect it to be that easy, but now I’m back on my cockblock and stab mission, which will involve the switchblade that’s firmly gripped in my hand.
With a determined pace, I storm down to Lev's office. I'm surprised Simon or Jules aren't guarding it, but I can't think too much on that right now. As I push the door open, I find the fucking man slut straddling Lev's thighs on his obscene leather chair. I’m not sure why, but I laugh. I don’t fucking think so. Lev's eyes startle in alarm when he notices me and the knife I’m holding, but I’m quicker than him. Before he can do anything, I haul the slutty prick who thinks he can touch Lev off his lap and hold the knife to his throat. Nothing more than a little twink I could snap in half.
Lev slowly sits back in his chair taking in the scene with a huge smile that I have never seen before appearing on his irritatingly gorgeous face.
I’ll show you, fucker.
Chapter 22 - Lev
JustwhenIthinkmy doe can't surprise me any further, he pulls shit like this. I have to say, I am impressed. The jealous unhinged look suits him and with the addition of the knife, my dick is harder than it was before he interrupted the fuck-a-thon that was about to happen.
Not that I really wanted to screw whoever this guy Aaron is holding. I won't say anything, but it was mainly to distract myself from the possessive little monster that's staring at me like he will tear me apart. God, I would love to see him try.
“You can't fuck him. I won't allow it. No one touches you,” Aaron says, pushing the knife a little harder into the currently terrified potential body who looks like he may piss himself.
The sight makes me giddy. This is fun.
“Stop smiling, Lev, it doesn't suit you. Tell this whore to fuck off, or I will hurt him.”
I chuckle. “And why would I do that?” I subtly rub my cock over my pants. This is the kind of foreplay I can get behind.
“I don't like him touching you,” Aaron says, voice detached, completely devoid of human emotion. A new mask has slipped in place. This side of him is dark and untamed. Fucking perfection. I have never been interested in possessive lovers, but shit, this is something to behold and it's so arousing, I swear this room is warmer than it was five minutes ago. I want to toy with him a little more though, push him to the precipice of madness.
“That's not your choice, Aaron.” Which is technically true, I don't owe him anything, even though he seems to think he has a claim on me because of the fuckfest we shared.
The high-pitched laughter that bursts from Aaron is as manic as it is painful, and slightly terrifying. It’s not a humorous laugh, it’s a pain that makes my gut ache. I don't know what has made Aaron like this, but it's fucking sad to witness. His frenzied eyes move around the room before he refocuses on me as if waiting for instructions. His hand holding the knife shakes and causes the blade to nick the guy's throat. I should really ask for his name.
“Ok, doe. Let him go and he will leave,” I say, trying to bring him back from wherever his mind has gone. It takes a few minutes before he robotically lets his arms fall, releasing the guy and standing back.
“Leave,” I say, hoping that the guy picks up that I mean him. I can't force my gaze away from Aaron right now. He looks like he is about to lose it, and while that excites me, this seems a little off. He needs anchoring. Hook-up guy hurries out of the room, mumbling something I can't hear, but I don't care enough to check.
“What the fuck are you doing, Aaron?” I ask as I slowly approach him.
“I needed to speak to you.” His eyes are still wide, pupils dilated, and panicked but his breathing calms.
“What about?” I ask, hoping to redirect him onto something else.
“About Jake, he’s planning something else and I didn't want to text you. I thought it would be best face-to-face … although it seems like I have disturbed you,” he sneers.
It's so fucking hot and intoxicating. I go to my desk and retrieve one of my cigars. I need it to ease the fucking tension in this room. Bringing it to my lips, I light the end, take a deep inhale, and enjoy the high it adds to my blood. I blow away the smoke, letting it relax my muscles, but the momentary peace is interrupted.
“Who was he?” Aaron asks, giving me conversation whiplash.
“No idea. Just a guy.”
