“Oh, they were real, little fox.”
“Stop calling her that.”
Benny relishes in Baz’s torment. It’s disgusting. “I remember those words so vividly,” he reminisces. “‘Benny’,” he quotes. “She was riding my cock while she was saying this, of course.” Baz visually cringes, as do I.
“Benny, shut the fuck up!”
“Are you ashamed, little fox? Ashamed that you professed your undying loyalty to me? Screamed you loved me while you came? Did she ever say those things to you, Baz? Have you ever even made her come?” He tilts his head, his stare dark, like an anaconda eyeing its prey.
Now he’s just hitting below the belt.
“Imakeher come just fine. And no, she never pledged her undying loyalty, but she did tell me that if you and I were both standing in front of her, she’d pick me. She’d always pick me.”
My heart swells with pride. “I would. I will. I do,” I announce.
Benny lights me on fire with his corrupt green eyes. I see what he sees.Traitor.
Maybe I am. For Baz, I will always be. I would be anything he needs me to be.
Benny sneers. “Damaged goods.” If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he’s actually jealous. He’s most definitely pissed off.
“You knew that when you found me,” I remind him.
Benny laughs like it’s some kind of private joke. “I wanted you damaged. I made you that way.”
“What the fuck are you talking about?” I interrogate.
“C’mon, Stevie, think about it. I’m surprised you never realized it before. There just happened to be a cop sitting outside the alleyway I dragged you out of? Don’t you think that was just a little coincidental?”
I stare dumbfoundedly at Benny. Rejecting what he’s trying to tell me.
“I don’t believe you.” I shake my head.
“It’s true, little fox. You were too headstrong, too wild. I needed to break you.”
I nearly puke from his choice of words.
I like to break little bitches like you.
“You had me raped!” I explode, lifting my gun.
“Jesus Christ, she was fourteen fucking years old!” Baz verbally ruptures.
“I did what I had to do.” Benny draws a gun from the back of his waist, and all three of us react.
BANG!
I gasp, opening my eyes to an angry pink sky. “Is he dead?”
“Stevie, thank God.” Baz’s voice is frantic. “Stay with me, baby.”
I’m disoriented. What happened?
“Is Benny dead?” I try to move, but a sharp pain in my side prevents me from going anywhere.
“He’s dead. You shot him. We both did.” Baz’s face is starting to become blurry as it hovers over mine. “But you need to stay with me now, Stevie. Don’t go to sleep.”
“Concierge ambulance is three minutes out. A private OR is being set up as we speak. Surgeon en route.” I hear Gun’s voice. I look around vacantly to find Bull on my left side, pressing down hard. I can’t feel my fingertips or toes, and the pain is becoming more excruciating by the second. Shit, I was shot. I want to panic, but I’m paralyzed.
