I clutch the edge of my stained dresser and push to my feet.
The room spins around me, and it takes me a few seconds to get myself grounded. I barrel through the door and stagger into the hallway, catching myself on the nicotine-stained walls. Another scream echoes through one of the closed doors.
I kick open the door across from me, Kieran’s door. It slams against the wall, reverberating with a bang. He’s balls deep in a chubby tannedbitch, hunched over and pounding into her while her tits bounce with each thrust.
He looks up at me without slowing down his tempo. “You wanna turn?” He licks his lips and pants like a fuckin’ dog, laughing manically.
I growl. He knows I don’t. Not into that shit. Dude gets himself into dicey situations with these bitches. They always catch feelings. “Where’s Vesper and her friend?” I scrub my hands over my face. Falling asleep wasn’t in the cards; I’d let my anger boil over and fell asleep from the drugs.
He pushes off the bitch and tucks his cock into his jeans as she lies there, catching her breath. He drugged this one too. She makes no move to cover up her battered, bloodstained body. He did a number on her. He likes it rough. It’s a wonder his exploits haven’t made it back to his father.
He grips her arm, ripping her up from his bed. He gathers her clothes up off the messy floor before thrusting them at her. “Out. Now.” He tilts his head, motioning towards the door, then wipes sweat from his brow.
He threads his fingers through his perspiration-sheened hair and turns his attention back to me. “No idea. Clara left a while ago after I fucked her.” He shrugs as if he could care less, but I know differently. That bitch is his newest obsession. Poor thing doesn’t know what she’s getting into.
Another whimpered scream fills the hall. Something doesn’t sit right with me.
I should have stalked her from the shadows, making sure my songbird got home all right. Can’t have anything happening to her that isn’t at my hands. Instead, my anger won. Not surprised—it always does.
The bitch must not move fast enough for Kieran, because he raises his voice. “I said get the fuck out!”
She staggers naked in her drug-induced haze, bracing herself against the wall before shouldering past me. “You’re a dick,” she slurs before rounding the corner, looking between us. “Both of you. Fucking psychos.”
“Eat your heart out, baby.” Kieran laughs darkly, placing his hand over his heart. My eyes lock with Kieran’s, my expression serious. “I heard her.”
He slips his shirt back over his head and raises a brow at me. “Who?” Kieran is such a useless idiot sometimes. “Vesper,” I say, annoyed.
He adjusts his belt. “I didn’t hear shit over this bitch coming on my cock. I know Jax is in the next room with a few bitches. Doubt she’s in there though. Seems too prude.” He smirks.
The fucker is pressing my buttons. I hate that shit, and he knows it. I close my eyes for a brief moment, trying to get a level head before I stalk to the spare bedroom. Don’t know what I’ll do if I find her in there getting railed. I know her. More than she knows herself. She wouldn’t be willing to let any man between her thighs.
I fist the handle, jiggling it, trying to yank it open. It’s locked. Whimpers and cries echo from the other side.
Kieran appears next to me and bangs on the door. “Open the fuck up!” he bellows.
Fuck that.
I kick at the door once, twice, until it splinters open on the third strike. What I fuckin’ see has my vision turning red. My little songbird is lying on the bed, trembling, with her top rucked up over her creamy lace bra. She’s cuffed to the bedpost. Those ripped jeans of hers are unbuttoned, exposing a olive pair of panties ready to be wrenched from her bony hips.Her green eyes look soulless and lost, misted with tears. Her gaze connects with mine, and she looks at me like I’m her savior.
Jax hovers over her with his sweats dipped down to his thighs, cock in hand. Bite marks mar her stomach. I know for a fuckin’ fact she’s a virgin, andI willbe the one to take it. Gotta be the one to break her; own her. The fact that this fucker thought he could take what’s mine and fuck up my plans makes me go postal. “Fuck off, Zain, you insane fucker. Finders keepers. Though maybe when I’m finished you can fuck her,” Jax hisses. The douche thinks just because he’s an Elite he can fuck whoever he wants. They all do. They think they’re fuckin’ impenetrable gods. As true as that shit is, he can’t have her.
I let out a measured chuckle and push through the doorway. Kieran stands in the hallway watching my next move. Probably best. Jax’s got a death wish, and I have no problem delivering. No one talks to me that way.
My best friend sniggers from the hallway and laces his thumbs through his belt loops. “Bad choice of words, my man,” Kieran tsks.
Then I’m pitching forward, driving Jax’s ass into the dresser next to the bed. Empty beer cans topple over, scattering to the floor. I string him up by his collar before connecting my fist to his jaw. My knuckles crack against bone and blood pours from his mouth, a murderous insidious rage. “The fuck did you just say to me?” My anger boils over. My high gone. The monster is out now, and he’s ready for blood. The background fades to nothing.
It’s not my MO to give a fuck who people decide to wet their dick with, but she’smy
conquest. If it wasn’t clear before,it is now.
The guy sputters over his words, bloody drool coating his lips. “Insane fucking Zain,” he says slowly. “You’re living up to your name,” he mocks with a twisted laugh.
Crack. My fist connects to his jaw again.
I’m not offended. I earned that name. I am who I am. I’m a malevolent motherfucker with a sick taste for violence. Digging into my hoodie, I retrieve my switchblade, then click it open. I run it along his shadowy jawline, letting his blood pool on the tip. I watch him quake like the scared, useless fuck he is.
“Guess you’re the unlucky fuck on the receiving end.” I tilt my head and lick the blood off the blade. The coppery tang doesn’t do it for me, not from him at least. His is tainted, sour. “Wanna find out how deep my crazy goes?” I offer, continuing our little game. He has no idea how insane I can be.
