“What the fuck man?” The guy asks with a disgusted look on his face.
I shrug. “If Clyde wants him to be an example and you’re here, you can tell everyone what happens to pussies who run and fuck him over.”
Picking the sheers back up, I lean down to whisper in CJ’s ear as I place his shriveled limp dick between them. “This is for cock blocking me.”
Before I can squeeze them together and see his manhood fall to the floor, his mouth opens, using the last bit of energy he has to speak. “He’s conspiring against Clyde. He told me! Him and the blonde from South End!”
I let out a chuckle before clipping his cock from his body, then reach behind me and pull the gun I have tucked in the waist of my pants. Quickly, I press the barrel between his eyes and pull the trigger.
I would have loved to watch him suffer from getting his dick chopped off, but I couldn’t risk it. If the prick was willing to scream those words as his last, there is no telling what else he would say.
“Clearly he was saying anything to try and get free.” I growl in the guy’s direction.
He looks at me with skepticism before finally making his face more somber. “Yeah, for sure.” He laughs, and I know it’s fake, but what the fuck is he going to do? It’s my word against CJ’s.
Reaching down, I grab CJ’s dick and throw it at him. He fumbles a bit, finally catching it before looking disgusted. “Take that to Clyde. I have other business to handle.”
As I walk out, I can hear him dry heaving, but it doesn’t stop me. With all of the adrenaline still pumping through my veins, I’m going to go finish what I started with Lily.
7
ERIC
Luckily, Alfredo didn’t ask any questions when I slipped back into the car. It’s almost like he knew I didn’t want him to. He just put it in drive and brought me right back where I needed to be. He knew I had shit I needed to finish with Lily, even if he didn’t know the specifics.
I leave the car without a word knowing he’ll wait— he always waits— and cross the street. When I make it to the door, I’m surprised it’s unlocked. It’s a silent invitation she didn’t even realize she gave me. Maybe she doesn’t see it, but I do. She wants me.
Sneaking inside, everything is silent. No kids litter the living room as I pass it, and all the lights are off, minus the kitchen. When I step through the threshold, I see her. It isn’t hard considering she’s the only one there, but even in a crowded room, I don’t think I’d miss her. Her body calls to me without words. The way she moves. The way her eyes stare into my soul when she looks at me. It’s silent communication, but I know the language.
Her back is to me as she fills a kettle with water and sets it on the stove. She stares at it a moment before turning around and catching sight of me.
Before I can get a single word out, she shakes her head. “No. You need to leave.”
I smirk. Her mouth says one thing, but her body says another, and she doesn’t even know it. Her knees press together tightly, and she licks her lips. “You don’t want me to leave, Lily.”
She swallows hard, almost like she’s forcing herself to say the next sentence. “Yes I do. Earlier was a mistake. I’m not sure what came over me but that can’t happen again.”
I step closer, invading her personal space. I swear I can smell the pheromones rolling off her skin as I watch the vein in her neck throb faster and faster. “Can’t or won’t?”
She takes a step back, putting a few inches of space between us. “Both. Now leave.” She raises a shaky hand and points to the kitchen doorway.
Grabbing her hand lightly, I flip it over and kiss her wrist. “You don’t want that, Lily.”
“Y—yes I do.” I follow her eyes as they land on my hand, stained with blood.
I pull her to me with the hand I’m holding and place it behind my back. Pressing my elbow into my side, I lock her arm around me so she can’t move. “Stop denying whatever this is. Just give in.” I whisper before flicking my tongue over the shell of her ear.
“I’m not scared of you, Eric. You can’t force me to fuck you out of fear.”
“There won’t be any forcing, baby. You’ll fuck me because you want to.”
Her body shudders against mine. It’s like my words are already getting to her, and she can’t stand that. “No.”
I walk her backwards until her back hits the fridge, then move so I can look into her eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me and I’ll leave.”
Her brows knit together. “I don’t want you.”
Smiling, I brush the hair from her face and tuck it behind her ear. “Now tell me you don’t want me and mean it.”
