Page 32 of Trig

“All games aside, Trig, this kid, he’s going to be everything you used to be and more. A fucking killing machine at my family’s disposal. No one is asking you to be a daddy for God’s sake, and I obviously don’t need your ‘end of the food chain’ type money. So, relax. You are nothing. Nothing to me, and nothing to that kid.”

“You want to use my son as a weapon?” I take in a long breath. “That’s not gonna happen.”

“Don’t act like you care about some kid you never even knew about until today. I barely care about him myself, and I raised him. I mean, what the hell happened to you? You grew soft, and I don’t think I can let you live like this anymore. It’s sad and pathetic.” She pauses. “Your fate. Hmmm. Let me decide.” She waves her gun around. “Do I fuck him or kill him? Do I fuck him and then kill him? Do I just kill him? So many options. What’s a girl to choose?”

Nine sneaks around the corner and puts her gun up to the back of Natasha’s head.

“Put the gun down, now!” Nine yells. “Turn around and get on your knees.”

Natasha grins like an evil clown and then throws her gun to the side. She keeps her eyes on me.

“I said get the fuck down!” Nine shouts.

Natasha complies by turning around first and then dropping to her knees while placing her hands in the air. Nine now towers over her, as I stand behind her with my gun still drawn.

“Do you remember me?”

Natasha remains quiet as she stares down.

“I asked you a question, bitch. Look at me.”

Natasha smirks as she looks up at Nine and then over her shoulder to me

“Yeah, princess. I know exactly who you are. You’re Vegas’s best-paid pussy who gave it all up for Trig just to become a fucking photographer. Congratulations on your career change. I assume you took a massive pay cut, but on the flip side, it must be nice to not have to take so much dick, right? Speaking of dick. Does Trig lay the best pipe or was there someone else? Perhaps someone on that very long list of clients. Do tell!”

Nine looks at me in irritation. I shake my head to remind her that this is a game of chess.

I watch Nine’s eyes lock in on something. Her brows furrow. She leans down and hovers over Natasha.

“Bitch, is that my ring? The fucking audacity. Take that off and hand it to me!”

Natasha aggressively pulls it off her finger and then slaps it down into Nine’s hand. Nine slides on her engagement ring with a pure ownership attitude, and then like nothing, swiftly kicks Natasha in the ribs. Without a second thought, she then fires off a bullet into her shoulder. I watch as Natasha grunts and then cries out. She grabs at the wound and then slumps forward resting her weight on her hands. She’s breathing hard and trembling. Nine squats down, leans forward, and whispers in her ear.

“A child for a child. You took mine, and now I want yours.”

“Suck my dick!” Natasha yells.

Nine kicks Natasha in the ribs again, puts the gun to her other shoulder, and pulls the trigger. We both watch as she screams out in pain, falls onto her side, and then curls into a protective ball on the bloody carpet.

“I’ll put him to bed, sing him songs, read him books, and one day, maybe he’ll call me Mom, and you will just be someone that never existed, you fucking monster.”

Natasha slowly lifts her head and then spits a mix of bloody saliva in the air toward Nine.

“You think I don’t know what you are. Where you come from? You’re just a trailer trash baby. Like I said, your own parents didn’t even want you. I talked to your father. I found him in prison when we were looking for you two. He can barely remember your face. I told him his little girl was taking dick up and down the Vegas strip. You know what he said? He said… he wasn’t surprised one bit.”

“Shut your damn mouth,” Nine yells, and kicks Natasha with force in the face.

Nine’s jaw is clenched. Her eyes are wide with fury. Natasha grunts, wipes her mouth off with the back of her hand, and then spits out blood on the carpet. As hard as this is to endure, I try to shelf my emotions. This kill is all hers.

“You were just a horrible mistake they never wanted, I believe is what he said. However, … I made a nice discovery…right here on the island. I did find someone who wanted you. He wanted you bad.” Natasha looks back over her shoulder to me. “Trig, you must know about Nine’s nasty secret. You do know her uncle used to touch her? You must. I mean, you put a few bullets in him and sent him to jail, right?”

I remain quiet while I glare at her. I know with that, her execution time is near.

“I figured that much based on his description of the man who shot him. He wasn’t easy to get to talk at first, but after a few threats, he exploded with info, like a pressure cooker. He’s a really sick man.” She grins. “But you like that. Did you enjoy his touch, Nine? I bet you loved it. At least that’s what he said.” She pauses, painfully out of breath. “Trig, did you tell Nine that you killed your daddy like a fucking animal? I remember that day. You were my favorite person to break.”

I briefly stare down in shame. Nine quickly lowers her gun, looks at me with empty eyes, and then in a flash raises it and pumps Natasha full of lead until she stops moving. I think it’s over but then I watch Nine pull out her knife and slice Natasha’s neck from ear to ear. Even I have to look away for a second. When it’s done, Nine stands there quietly over her body. I approach her carefully, afraid to touch her, prepared for a violent reaction, ready for a breakdown.

“Nine?” I question, trying to get a read on where her head is. “She was just fucking with your brain. It’s their strategy to hit you where they think you’re vulnerable.”

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