Page 14 of Slaughter

“I know enough.”

“Fuck you, Avery!”

I want to. Fuck, how I want to. It’s all I’ve thought about ever since I saw her at the club. Her hands on my skin. Fuck, I want to strip her down, shove her face first into the mattress, and fuck her without mercy. But I can’t. Right this second, I have other things to take care of, so she will have to wait. I let her go and take a step back.

A slow smile spreads across her face, lighting up her dark bedroom. She places her hands out to her sides, grabs an imaginary fabric, and curtsies. “Thank you, sir.” Sarcasm drips off her words.

My cock throbs.

As if she knows what I’m thinking, that smile drops off her face, and her eyes narrow on me. “Now get the fuck out of my house, Avery. And I don’t want to see you again.”

I go to turn around, but something on her dresser catches my attention. I look down at the joint and arch a brow, looking back at her. “Alcohol, slut, and druggie?” I say, and her face tightens. “Never thought I’d see the day.”

“If I remember correctly, the first time I got drunk was with you. The first person I fucked was you. And the first person who got me high … was you.”

I sit in a chaise chair, my head resting back and a cold beer in my right hand. Bunny straddles my hips. Her short blond hair tucked behind her ears. Laughter fills the room while my friends from school crowd around. Some playing pool and others playing darts in my father’s game room upstairs in his mansion.

“Here, man.” My friend Mitch hands me his blunt in passing.

I place it between my lips, taking a hit, then turn my head and blow it out so that it doesn’t blow in Bunny’s face. She hates when I smoke.

“Why do you do that?” she asks.

“Because I like the taste,” I respond honestly.

She tilts her head to the side. Her eyes go to the blunt in my hand, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she rolls it.

“Wanna try it?” I ask her.

She doesn’t answer, just continues to stare at it. I sit up and place my beer on the floor by my chair, then grab the back of her neck with my now free hand. I pull her toward me and her lips part, thinking I’m going to kiss her. Bringing the blunt to my lips, I inhale and then lower it, pressing my lips close to her face, and I blow it out. “Breathe in,” I order, and she does—shotgunning it from me.

She pulls away, coughing. And I lean back with a smile, taking another hit.

“Avery? Your turn,” Mitch calls out over by the pool table.

I slap her thigh, and she hops up, allowing me to walk over to the pool table to take my turn. Leaning over the side, I set my sights on the five ball and line my stick up with the cue ball. I look on ahead and see her now sitting in my chair, taking my place. I hit the ball, and it goes in. I line up my next shot, and it too goes straight to the pocket. My next shot is the eight ball, and I sink it, winning the game.

I toss my stick onto the green felt and go back over to her. She looks up at me, and I straddle her hips and take another hit before leaning down and blowing it once again in her face. “I’m gonna get you high, Bunny,” I tell her, and she coughs some more. “And then I’m gonna make everyone leave and bend you over the pool table.”

“I told you to leave, Avery!” Her voice brings me back to now.

And I’ve had enough of memory lane for the night. I smile and tell her the same thing last time I saw her. “I'll be seeing you soon, Bunny.” Then walk out of her house.

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I stand in the abandoned old warehouse that Kayn found last week here in New York City. The man who I removed from Bunny’s house lies on the floor, face covered in blood from my fist. His wallet lies open beside me, and I toss his license next to it.

I’ve removed my tie and rolled up my sleeves. I crouch down to his level, resting my forearm on my thigh. “Why does Damon want her?” I ask for the fifth time.

He spits blood out and looks up at me. “I’ll never tell you.”

I arch a brow. “You’d die for her?”

“Fuck no. Damon.”

“He would never die for you, yet you show him this much loyalty?” I ask confused.

“I don’t expect you to understand,” he growls.

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