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I’d seen my death in his eyes, watched as the bright blue colour of them seemed to flare with energy and excitement as he pinned me to the wall and choked the fucking life out of me. “Sorry about this, sweetcheeks. I’m really gonna miss that ass of yours, but I can’t have witnesses. You understand.”
But puking right now seriously wasn’t going to improve my situation and I really needed to improve my fucking situation, or I was pretty sure this dead girl was about to get a whole lot deader.
The only kiss my boys had ever given me was the very same one that Judas offered up to the man he was supposed to love.
I shook off the urge to bitch about my lot in life and started walking. Big girls don't cry and all that jazz. Or maybe broken girls didn't feel. And dead girls didn't hurt.
On closer inspection I realised it was a Red Power Ranger cap which sucked because everyone knew the Green Ranger was the best, he was just totally underrated.
Fuck Shawn. I hoped he got eaten by a fucking alligator. Or a bear. Or a really hungry rat.
“You look edible, Casandra.” Like an over-cooked lasagne made by a blind hobo.
I couldn’t say I hadn’t thought about that exact thing before though. Ten million and one times to be precise. And more specifically, what would she think of me now I was all grown up, my muscles filled out, my cock experienced and graduated with a shiny dickplomer.
At least I’d sold my soul for a good ROI.
“Penguin’s don’t fly,” he muttered and I snorted. “They do if you throw ‘em hard enough.”
“I used to spend a lot of time thinking about what I’d do if you ever came back, Rogue. And the long and short of it is, baby, that I’m never letting you get away again.”
“You’d better have paid my girl by the way,” Jolene snarled and Chase laughed obnoxiously. “She was begging for my cock, I think she would have paid me to suck it. But I wouldn’t have taken the money anyway. I’m generous like that. So you’re welcome.”
"Back the fuck up there, did you just say you got me a vibrator?" I half yelled, forgetting in my ever-so-slightly-inebriated state that the salon had been filling up with clients over the last few hours and drawing more than enough curious looks. "Sure. You said yourself you don't wanna fuck Fox and he sure as hell won't be letting you fuck anyone else, so I thought I'd provide you the tool you might need to bolster your willpower."
"Why angel wings?" he asked in a low voice, his lips almost brushing my ear with the closeness of him. "I liked the idea of someone having my back, even when I knew I was all alone,"
"Leave me alone, J!" I shouted. "I just need it in my mouth. Let me put the foot long in my mouth. Stop trying to sandwich block me!"
Besides, why should I care anyway? She wasn't my friend anymore. She wasn't my anything anymore. Still, I'd killed assholes for less than this without knowing the ones they’d hurt. I liked playing karma. All I needed was a good reason to strike and I was the scariest motherfucker in the room.
I of course meant that I'd stolen JJ's phone from his pocket just before he'd left for the club earlier and had found his headphones in his room when I not so accidentally wandered in there instead of into my own. I may or may not have also had a quick look in his nightstand drawers and closet for his key, but of course I hadn't found it. All that I had found were condoms. So many condoms I had trouble believing he'd ever actually get around to using all of them and was caught between being impressed and intimidated by the hoard.
"First time is on the house," he replied smoothly. "Besides, I work so damn much I hardly ever get to fuck anyone I really want to." "That’s...either an oddly flattering statement or a desperately sad one," I said, my brow pinching.
“Do you prefer the night or the day?” she asked and my thumb skated across her knuckles. “The night,” I answered. “Why?” She rolled toward me, our fingers becoming unclasped. I took the cigarette from her mouth, smirking as I toked on it. “Because anything seems possible in the dark,” I answered as I released a line of smoke and it coiled away on the wind. “What would you do if anything was possible, Fox?” she whispered conspiratorially, leaning closer so her coconut scent reached me. I’d keep you as mine. “That’s a secret,” I told her,
"You think you really hate me that much?" he taunted, finding my hand and pushing the knife he held into my grip. I watched him in fear as he turned the blade in our combined grip and pressed it against his throat before removing his hand and just staring down at me. "So do it, then. Take your vengeance and rid the world of a monster while you're at it. My heart only beats for you anyway so if you want to carve it from my chest then you can. It's yours whatever way you want it."
But I do know that the moment I saw you back here, my heart leapt right up into my throat and I swore to myself I'd never let you go again. The bond we have can't ever be undone. Ride or die doesn't come close. We're more than family, more than anything tangible. Our fucking spirits are entwined.
So I guess I should be thanking you really. You opened my eyes to the reality of my life. My worth. You taught me not to live on prayers and wishes and to accept the shit that was thrown my way. You taught me not to rely on anyone."
"I've always wondered if you really were the most beautiful girl I've ever met, or if I'm just biased because I've seen how deep that beauty runs," he said, his voice full of grit and regrets. "And now that I find myself looking at you again, I've realised it doesn't matter if I'm biased. You're everything I've always been missing Rogue. And I'm so sorry about what happened between us. I can only promise you I thought it was the best thing at the time and I've regretted it every single day since."
wait, where would he stick his dick if I was a mermaid? And how do mermaids poop?
"How about you fuck off then before I make good on that threat?" Chase suggested and the woman turned and fled towards her stuff where Mutt had just arrived to pee on her purse. Best. Dog. Ever.
I sometimes found hundred dollar bills chilling with my balls after a show and if that wasn’t the best way to meet Benjamin Franklin, I didn’t know what was.
"You're welcome to Chase, Rosie," I said coldly. "I'm not to his taste anyway. I heard he has a preference for girls who base their make up on clowns and who like being fucked up the ass in exchange for smokes, so you're clearly his type. I wish you every happiness.”
I want you sweating and panting beneath me. I want you broken and begging and crying because you want it so much that you hate yourself for it. I want to take you and use you and ruin you and then lay you back at his feet and laugh in his face when I do it.”
“Because I don’t want you any more than I want Fox.
Maybe I should have just killed the guy, but I guessed he could have one more chance. Assuming he hadn’t laid hands on my girl of course. Look at me all reasonable and shit. The guys would be so proud.
I took Rogue’s vibrator from her drawer, envious of the damn thing. Better this than other men, but still. The asshole had been inside my girl without my permission, and I had some rage to vent. I dropped it to the floor, stamping on the smug little bastard, cracking it open as it took the full force of my rage.
“I’d ruin you, baby. I’d prove there’s no other man on earth who can make you feel the way I do. You deserve to be fucking worshipped. I’d show up at your church every day and get down on my knees for you. Every. Fucking. Day.” “How about you start by turning away while I get changed, because my church is closed,”
I pulled on my jeans and shoes, carving my fingers through my hair as sexual frustration made me want to go on a killing spree. I could just see the news headline now. Ten men found dead with their dicks cut off because Fox Harlequin had blue balls.
“Did you make that inaccurate assumption because you read it in one of your mommy porn books?” Chase smirked, but JJ just shrugged. “To become every woman’s fantasy, it helps to do some research on what every woman’s fantasy is. You’d get laid more often if you took a dip in my library.”
Ah shit, I’m gonna have to read JJ’s dirty books, aren’t I? “And while we’re on the subject, calling them mommy porn
Don’t mind me, I’m just kidnapping my girl on the date of her life.
"Don't tell me you're all stalking me now too?" I snapped in return. "I'm gonna overdose on big dick energy if this goes on much longer."
“No worries, Ace. I’m a big girl. I gave up on being loved a long time ago and I don’t really care if I’m not liked either.”
Which was bullshit in my humbly honest opinion, but fuck if he’d listen to me on that matter. It wasn’t just the fact that she point blank refused his attention on a daily basis, but that he had no right to call her his anything. If she belonged to anyone, she belonged to all of us.
