Fuck, it felt good to shoot him.
“Damn, Damian. I haven’t killed anyone in a while. The amount ofdopaminecoursing through me right now… Wooohooo!”
I did a little energetic jog in place, grinning down at him as he tried to crawl away from me, coughing up dark spurts of blood.
“You know how it is with me. Murder or sex. Murder or sex. Gotta be one or the other.” I smirked, crouching down next to him so I could get nice and close.
I wanted to feel his brain spray across my face when I shot him in the head.
I pressed the gun against his temple and met his shocked, horrified gaze, unable to stop grinning at him.
“What am I saying? Of course you know. You fucking made me this way.”
I delivered the words with an unhinged smile that was all promises and teeth,
“C-callum.” He coughed, and I chuckled, pressing the gun more firmly into his head.
“Though, I haven’t fucked in a while, which is technically your fault as well,” I mused, enjoying the way he was trying to act like he had control of the situation while also shimmying away from me.
“I know, I know. You were willing to give it up just now.” I sighed, feigning interest. “But alas. I cannot indulge in whatever gherkin-sized weiner you’re overcompensating for with all these fancy suits.”
“Callum. Stop it.” He tried to sound commanding, but I just laughed. He had zero hold on me anymore. I was done with himandhis fucking lies.
He’d pushed me too far, and there was no going back.
“Wanna know why? Hmmmm?” I chirped.
He just coughed up more blood, and I could barely get the words out because I was unable to keep the shit-eating grin off my face.
“‘Cause Ryan said no butt whores. Andyou, sir, are the literaldefinitionof a butt whore.”
I cackled at my own joke and cocked the Glock.
“So I guess murder it is! Say bye-bye, Damian.” I smirked just as the door to the office busted open, and all hell broke loose.
Alexa, Play: Suffocate - Kayzo, Bad Omens
One of Damian’s goons crashed into the room, clutching an AK-47 and dressed in full SWAT gear.
Well. I guess now it’s a party.
I smirked, twisting around and unloading the clip that was meant for Damian’s head into the goon that interrupted my sweet, sweet revenge.
He went down with a shout, and before he could react, I was on him. His Kevlar vest meant he wouldn’t die from the spray of bullets he had taken to the chest, but he was definitely winded.
Crushing my boot into his throat while he gasped against the vacuum I’m sure was wreaking havoc on his lungs, I ripped the AK out of his hands.
New toy for ya boy! Fucking sick!
“Your timing ishorrible.” I tsked, pointing the weapon at the man’s face. I knew him. I think his name was Garret… Gary? Fuck it was on the tip of my tongue…
“You’re fucked, Callum. What did you think? That the boss was really going to let you come back without having anyone here to back him up?” Garret spat as I crushed the boot more firmly into his throat.
I rolled my eyes. “Whatever, Gary. You think I’m scared ofyoufucks? I’m not Daddy’s favorite for nothing.”
Slipping the Glock into my waistband, I crouched down next to him, making sure to keep my boot firmly planted on his trachea.
I slid out of my backpack and dug through it to find one of my handy zip ties I kept in here for just such an occasion. Quickly, I bound Buddy’s hands before rummaging through the bag again until my fingers closed around one of Vox’s grenades.
