𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐈𝐂 ❶

𝟏𝟎. ✭ 𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐘 ✭

The way Tucker, Brooks, whatever the fuck his name is, walks so calmly to her door is almost unnerving. I remember when Dani and I had our conversation, if you could even call it that since we'd just screamed and argued with each other. I'd had to flat out run after her. Because she was running. Running from me like I was a murderer, some evil villain. It's not a far cry away from what I had to be that evening.

But that is the name of the game in this business. Things get ugly when lines are crossed, when people are betrayed. What her father and I had done that night was a great example of how there are worse things than death. Sometimes death can't come quickly enough. Sometimes death is a merciful thing. I know that man had felt that way by the end of it.

The devil and his wrath.

I look down at my hands remembering the sanguine fluid that'd covered them. It had been, thick and slick, nearly up to my elbows by the time Dani had walked in. My face had splatters, as well as my clothes. When I was finally able to get to her it hadn't caked onto my hands enough and when I grabbed her it smeared all over her shirt.

She had looked down in horror, looked at me in horror. Her eyes had raked over me in utter terror. I probably appeared like a butcher to her. For all intents and purposes that's exactly what I was that night. It's what I am.

The devil and his wrath.

There's no screaming coming from the other side of the door. No shouting or crying profusely. I wonder if she's looking at him as disgustingly as she had me. There's a part of me that wants to rip the door off it's hinges and chuck it on the heap of dead bodies behind me to see what's going on. A larger part wants to throw her over my shoulder and take her far, far away from here; from him.

The multi-named blond man had looked at her in a manner that unnerved me. It said that he cares far more for her than an objective. Dani isn't just a job to him, a mission. No, she is much more to him. I would even venture to say that he truly loves her, well, loves her as much as anyone can with a profession like his.

Then again, I have a very similar profession. No, no you don't. But for all intents and purposes this is who I have to be.

I spear a hand through my hair, forgetting that there's blood all over it. For fuck's sake. It's a good thing it's black or else I'd have quite the red hair streak. What a trend that would be— blood-red hair streaks. The hair menstruation fad is what they could call it.

Why the fuck is my brain the way that it is?

My gaze holds the door as I shift my weight from side to side, trying to make myself stay put. There's no loud noises like items being thrown around the room. There's no angry screaming like our fight was full of. No, just soft muffles. After another minute of the nothingness I can't take it.

Times up.

I walk up to the door and tear it open to find the two of them in one another's arms kissing. They're fucking kissing. Tuck— Brooks... That's going to drive me fucking insane. Brooks has good reflexes and even though he knew I had entered the room he continued to kiss her. He was even somewhat handsy with her which had me visualizing casually breaking the bones in each of his fingers, maybe even an arm.

I clear my throat loudly to stop them and drown out the possessive thoughts running rampant through my mind. "If the two of you are quite fucking done in here we need to be on our merry way." They pull apart slowly, irking the ever-living fuck out of me. Seeing Dani with another man, with his hands all over her, lips all over her, makes me want to punch someone. I should've never let that blond cunt come into this room. "Come on. Chop chop. Up the two of you get." I snap my fingers at them. "You know, Fucker," I think I'm just going to stick with calling him that, "I didn't know you were into tasting brain matter and vomit. Or did you forget that she just power-puked five minutes ago?" They both visibly cringe. "Should probably clean yourself up, Dani." I jerk my head to the left where the bathroom is.