I have all the stamina you need.
BunnytheKiller
Good to know you’d be a satisfying kill.
Blake
When are you going to attempt that, by the way?
BunnytheKiller
That would be telling.
Blake
Don’t leave it too long. I’ll die of old age just to spite you.
I don’t hear from her for the rest of the day.
And I itch. I enjoy these messages we’re exchanging far too much for my health and sanity.
Repeatedly, I wonder how to find out more about her. My instinct is to call in my entire team one by one—starting with Aaron, who set up this group—and inflict pain until they tell me what I need to know.
But whoever BunnytheKiller is, she isn’t part of my world. She could be a sister, daughter, friend. Girlfriend even, of one of my men.
Wife.
I don’t allow myself to dwell on that, because the idea makes me want to kill every man in my organisation to ensure she’s free to be mine. Seems like an overreaction, but the instinct is strong.
If she were my wife, I’d rather every person in London, including myself, were ended than anything happened to her. And an assurance from me that the kingpin of Norwood won’t shoot her wouldn’t hold weight.
I’m impulsive. I’ve been brutal. And when I’m bored, I’m far too liable to kill.
More to the point, even if they don’t care about Bunny, they could lie to save their own skin.
This was an almighty fuck up. Bunny was added to a closed and exclusive group with a secret mission that, if any part of it got out, including its mere existence, could get us all killed by the Essex Cartel. However loyal my men are, the sane thing would be to deny all knowledge to me.
Fuck.
Past me has some serious explaining to do about how I fucked up this situation.
I guess I just didn’t realise I would ever meet someone I wanted to protect.
I poke around her profile on the TelUBox app but there’s nothing. I even search online about how to get through the security. Zero. The reason we’re using it is that it’s impenetrable.
I think about her every waking minute. I read our messages repeatedly, like a love-sick puppy, not a deadly mafia boss of forty years old.
The next day, I message her again.
Blake
Good morning, murderer.
BunnytheKiller
Harsh.
Blake
