Grabbing for the smoke, our fingers touch.Blyat, it’s like getting shocked by a fucking taser.
“I’m not afraid of a slow, painful death,” I drawl sarcastically, trying to ignore how her robe’s slipped, revealing more of those perfect tits. “Been there, done that.”
She’s staring at me like she can see every fucked-up thing I’ve ever done.
Like she fucking knows me.
Makes me want to run… or just bend her over right here in this piss-stained alley.
I suck in one last drag, letting it scorch my lungs before flicking the butt. Anything to distract myself from her body, from remembering her naked, drenched in blood. My cock’s so hard it hurts, and I fucking hate myself for it.
“Cancer’s a pussy. Try watching some poor bastard get his dick hacked off before being gutted like a fish,” I say.
Her eyebrow shoots up, eyes drilling into mine.
Our inside joke.
Then she starts laughing. Not some dainty giggle, but full-on, gut-busting laughter.
I scowl, but part of me wants to join in. Her laugh’s like a drug.
“Still hung up on two years ago, D?” she wheezes between laughs.
I yank out another smoke, jamming it between my lips. “Who the fuck could forget that mess,suka?” I growl, feeling a laugh bubbling up despite myself.
The club’s bass thumps, mixing with the stench of piss and rot. But all I can focus on is her. Her laugh, her scent, the way she’s got me so fucked up I can barely think straight.
“Hey, a girl’s gotta do what she’s gotta do to survive. You know.” She says it like she’s talking about picking up milk at the store. “I couldn’t just let those two fuckers rape me.”
I stay quiet, words suddenly stuck in my throat like I’ve swallowed a fucking rock. I don’t laugh with her. Instead, I’m filled with a rage so hot it could melt steel.
Suddenly, I want to go back in time, to kill those bastards with my bare hands. Break every bone in their bodies before slicing them into ribbons.
“It’s a brave thing you did back there,” I say, the words tumbling out before I can stop them. “To… risk your life for Sophia… and her junkie brother.”
Chert!Why the fuck did I say that? I feel like banging my head against the wall until I knock some sense into myself.
Suddenly, she looks up at me, andblyat, she’s breathtaking.
The neon lights from the club’s sign cast a soft glow on her face, making her look almost ethereal.
In the background, I can hear the woman in the alley moaning like a bitch in heat. The guy’s grunting and panting, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing off the brick walls. Sounds like the poor bastard’s about to have a heart attack.
The cigarette dangles between my fingers, forgotten, as she walks toward me. I freeze, thinking maybe she wants another drag.
But instead, she walks straight up to me, her hands reaching for my neck. She pulls me down, and for a split second, I think she’s going to kiss me. My heart’s thumping so hard I can hear it in my ears.
Then her lips brush against my cheek, soft and quick, like I’m a fucking child.
She’s got to be kidding me.
Is this some kind of joke?
I stand there, stunned, feeling like the world’s biggestdurak.
9
Wren
