Page 134 of The Silencer

“Alright. Come on. Bane has been waiting for you anyways. He has a gift for you.”

“He does?” I ask, leaning against Anthony as he walks me down the tunnel.

“Yes, but I told him to wait until you were ready to see him.”

“I heard he’s the one who leaked everything.”

“He did,” Anthony grinds out, obviously still furious about it.

“We can’t blame him forever, Anthony. He didn’t do it on purpose. He’d never hurt me.”

“Yes, but it was reckless, careless, and you suffered for it. So now, he will too.”

I stop moving and turn to look up at him. “What did you do?”

His nostrils flare. “I took away his collection. Only temporarily, but something had to be done.”

“Anthony,” I say, my voice low and with warning. “That’s abnormally cruel. He loves his collection.”

“I know, which is exactly why I’ve taken it away.”

“You give it back. Give it back, please.”

Anthony’s eye twitches. “Fine.”

“Thank you,” I whisper and lean up and kiss him deeply. His hands clutch onto me, pulling me into his strong body. God, the way his cock felt earlier, stretching me.

I still feel the sting of it. It takes away from the dull throb in my finger.

It’s getting better, but it still aches and I feel the absence of it. It’s weird that sometimes I can feel it as if it’s still there.

Such an odd thing.

“You ready?” Anthony asks as we make our way toward Bane’s work room.

I nod, swallowing roughly.

I can smell it, the scent of decay and death. It’s no longer the smell of bleach like it was when I came down here with Bane that one time. Now it reeks of the copper scent of blood. I breathe through my mouth instead of my nose as we round the corner, and I see Bane leaning against the wall, listening to something in his earphones and munching on some candy.

As soon as his eyes latch onto me, he gasps and throws himself at me, pulling me into him and squeezing me so tightly I almost can’t breathe.

“You’re alive. Oh fuck, I’m so glad to see you, little snack. I made you something,” he says as he pulls away and meets my gaze.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he runs to his right and disappears through an opening before returning with something in his hand.

“I made it just for you.”

He places it gently in my upturned palm, and I glance down and gasp when I see the finger floating in a glass vial.

“It’s his. I took it. Just for you.”

My eyes grow wet, and I fling myself at him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. This is so thoughtful.”

A blush bleeds across his cheeks and down his neck.

“Would you like me to put it on?”

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