Page 34 of Vows From Hell

In the end, she settled on ripping the bottom part of the shirt. It was the quickest and most efficient way of stopping the bleeding. It was also the most efficient way for me to get horny in the wrong situation.

The sound of fabric ripping hit the room, mixed with various cussing from Morrison. Neither Storm nor I paid him any attention — all of mine was turned to her. With shaky hands, she carefully wrapped the piece of cloth around my forearm, tying it in place to suppress the bleeding.

With my free hand, I brushed off a fallen strand from her face, admiring her beauty. The worry laced her expression and almost made my heart burst with happiness. No one was ever as worried about me as she was.

“Hey, Bambi.’’ I controlled my voice, softening it. She flinched and looked up at me. Her eyes were glossy, filled with tears. She was so fucking pretty when she cried for me. “I’m alright. Don’t worry.’’

Storm sniffled, and I couldn’t tell if it was from worry or anger. Thankfully, I wasn’t on the receiving end of her wrath. It warmed me up. She was finally back within my reach, crying for me. I’d be damned if I allowed a mere simpleton like Morrison to break us apart.

“I’m not worried,’’ she said in a low volume. “I’m angry. I told you not to get hurt. Are your ears just for decoration?”

“I’m sorry.’’

“You should be sorry.’’

“I’ll make it up to you,’’ I promised.

Storm’s mouth opened, then closed in annoyance. With tears freely rolling down her cheeks, she stared at me with pure rage, eyebrows narrowed. She bit the inside of her cheek — a terrible habit of hers.

“You two are fucked up,’’ Morrison groaned.

That was when Storm’s attention shifted from me to that motherfucker. She rose back to her feet, the gun I’d given her in her grip. If she hadn’t stood up, I would’ve walked over to him and finally snapped his neck for such a comment.

I didn’t care if he insulted me. None of his words affected me in the slightest. But Storm? That was a different story altogether. No one dared to insult my Bambi and get to live another day, and to be that arrogantly bold to spout nonsense while in presence of a serial killer and a newbie killer was one of many mistakes Morrison had committed tonight.

“What did you just say?”

Storm didn’t raise her voice, yet the tone was filled with calamity. She tilted her head to the side and lowered herself, crouching down until their eye level was the same. I could see from the sidelines the power imbalance.

Morrison couldn’t.

“I said,’’ he pushed out through gritted teeth, some blood spilling from the sides of his mouth, “the two of you are fucked up. I’ve never met anyone as mentally disturbed as the two of you.’’

Storm hummed for a moment, nodding.

With a deep breath, she put the barrel of the gun underneath his chin, slightly tilting it upward. His eyes followed her movements, widening slightly at her bravery. He didn’t think she’d go that far.

“We are,’’ she agreed with a light chuckle. “But that only makes you a moron. You knew about Micah and me, didn’t you? So if you were already aware of how fucked up we were, was it truly smart coming here without backup?”

Despite radiating fear, he managed to laugh in her face. Storm blinked, unbothered by his sudden outburst.

“As I told that bastard over there’’ — he glanced at me, to which I raised a curious eyebrow — “Why do you think I came without a plan? You’re that certain I don’t have anyone backing me up?’’

With her free hand, she scratched behind her ear. She was completely out of it. She was barely hearing him speak, and he continued. Half was condemning us for being atrocious human beings, the other half was trying to prove how much better he was.

Storm sighed. “You talk too much.’’

I followed the change in her attitude. From worry to rage to indifference. The last one was the worst possible outcome for Storm, yet there wasn’t a reason for me to interfere — not yet.

“I talk too much? I’m buying myself time.’’

Storm’s mouth formed into a small, circular shape, as if she’d just realized something. She nodded, a frown attaching itself on her pretty face.

“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”

I couldn’t have seen this one coming even in my wildest dreams.

Storm removed the barrel from his chin, pointed it toward his right shoulder and just… shot.

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