“I’d be embarrassed to be without my boxers if my dick was that small, too,” Klaus said, backing away from him and lowering his gun. “One week or I’ll be back and will hack off your cock and feed it to you. Don’t try to run. I love the fucking chase.”
He put his gun away and grabbed David’s boxers in the process. He nodded for me to follow. I did, holding the rest of David’s clothes.
We got into the SUV, and Klaus threw the boxers at Frank. They landed on his head. He quickly pulled them off and cursed at us.
“Fucking dickhead prick!”
I laughed at that and dropped the rest of the clothes to the floor as I closed the door.
“That’s because you weren’t paying attention, and Alessio and I had to touch his fucking shit,” Klaus said.
“No one told you to put your dick in his ass,” Frank grumbled back.
“What?” I wrinkled my nose.
“He’s touching his shit. I assumed it was with his dick. Big fucker is probably into that,” Frank muttered, putting the SUV into drive and pulling away from the curb.
Klaus scoffed. “When we get out, I’m going to make you eat those fucking boxers, you little pissant bitch.”
Frank gave Klaus the finger, which only made me chuckle.
I looked over to see Klaus pulling his phone out, his thumbs flying over the screen.
“Are you going to her?” I asked softly.
“Yes,” he replied, pocketing his phone. “I will always go to her.”
I nodded.
He’d definitely fallen. He just hadn’t felt the pain yet.
17
KLAUS
It had been a long day that ended with me de-clothing some little shit box of a human on the streets of Chicago.
Did I enjoy doing things like that?
Sometimes.
I’d killed three people this week. Now, as I stood in my kitchen watching the woman of my dreams wearing a red dress that was making my pants tighter as she stared out the window to the city below, I couldn’t imagine telling her the atrocities of my life.
She likely knew them, considering she was engaged to Lorenzo De Luca, and he wasn’t exactly a saint.
But to lay it all out for her?
The ugly part of my personality said she wouldn’t want me. She’d escaped this life only for me to walk into her diner and drag her right back in.
But fuck me for wanting her despite knowing it was wrong on so many levels. For one thing, she was half my age. Another, this world wasn’t safe, although I’d like to think her being with me was safer than her being with the horsemen. Lorenzo had a lot of power, but he was no king. No one fucked with a king. The thirdthing was that her father had been one of my best friends. I could only imagine the look on his face if she brought me home to a family dinner. And finally, there was the business of Alessandro and Matteo. I knew both would lose it on me once they found out. I was under the impression that she hadn’t told Alessandro she was staying here. If she had, I knew we’d have fought.
I exhaled and shook my head, forcing all the shit from my mind. I’d told myself on repeat that I’d focus on the now and hope for a later.
It was really all I could do at this point unless something seriously broke my way. Sylar knew this shit would happen. I didn’t know if it was a good thing or a bad thing, yet I knew I could simply ask him.
I didn’t want to do that and have him know he had me curious or worse, worried.
So I tried to force everything out of my head.
