Page 33 of Underworld

I watch as Alec paces the room. He’s been fighting himself for so long, and I don’t think he even realizes he’s doing it. I saw his face when we walked by the quarterback at school. He had a slight blush on his cheeks. I know he thinks guys are just as cute as girls, and I have no issue with it. I’m a man who thinks everyone has the potential to be attractive. I know they have a fancy name for it, but it’s just easier to tell people I’m bisexual.

I look for a person's soul. Their personality. If I am honest with myself, I have a huge fucking crush on Alec. He’s fucking sexy, don’t get me wrong. But he has a great personality too. And his soul. Fuck. His soul is fucking beautiful.

“I’m going to kill him, Howe,” Alec grits out as he paces the room.

“Then kill him.”

His surprised gaze flicks to mine. “Are you serious?”

I shrug and say, “Why the fuck not. It’s not like anyone would miss the fuck.”

He throws his hands in the air. “I can’t kill the man by myself! He’s fucking huge if you haven’t noticed.”

I roll my eyes. “I know the fucker is huge, but so am I.”

He snorts. “So you’re offering to help me kill him?”

“Of course, I would fucking help you.” Then I whisper, “I would do anything for you.”

He looks at me for a moment as if to gauge if I’m serious or not. Something about my face must tell him I’m serious. He huffs. “It’s not like I can just go up to him and kill him. We should talk to Jace and Zane about this too.”

I shake my head and tell him, “They won’t give a fuck. No one has more reason to kill that fucker than you do.” I jump up from my spot on the bed. Grabbing my hunting knife, I hold it in the air and say, “Let’s go.”

“You’re . . . you’re not serious, are you?”

I smirk over my shoulder at him as I open the bedroom door. “As serious as a heart attack. Let’s go kill us a child fucker, Love.” I can’t help the swell of satisfaction I feel when his cheeks flush pink from the endearment. I only use it when no one else is around. I respect his boundaries, but I want him to know that I see him. I see him and don’t care.

Alec follows me as we make our way down the stairs. I know exactly where the Foster Fuck will be. I turn the corner to find that he’s sitting in his recliner, dead fucking asleep from drinking too much. Perfect. Handing the knife to Alec behind me, I waste no time making my way over to the man of the hour. I’m bigger than I used to be, and I certainly outweigh him now, so when I rip him off the recliner and put him in a headlock, he doesn’t fight. He’s too fucking drunk to fight back.

“What the hell are you two asswipes doing? Get the hell off me, you delinquent!” He screams as I pull him out the door and into the backyard. I drag him into the wood shop. Once I’m in the middle of the shop, I switch up my hold. I lock my arms under his armpits and brace my hands behind his head. He’s still screaming, but I ignore him.

Looking over, I see Alec standing right in front of me. His eyes are wide, and his hands shake as he holds the hunting knife. I give him a smirk to reassure him that everything is alright. Speaking in a low, calm voice, I say, “I have him. He can’t hurt you. Never again. It’s your turn to hurt him now, Alec.”

Foster Fuck snorts and stupidly spits out, “Like you kids could really hurt me. What are you going to do with that knife? Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You’re pathetic.”

I see the switch flip in Alec; the moment something shifts in his head. He unsheathes the knife and slowly walks toward us. His eyes meet mine for just a moment as if asking for permission to seek this justice. I give him a nod.

Without hesitation, he slams the knife into Foster Fuck’s chest. Then he pulls it out and stabs downward into Foster Fuck’s crotch. Foster Fuck screams, but no one can hear him. No one but us.

Alec removes the knife, stabbing his chest again, and again, and again. My heart clenches when I see tears gather in Alec’s eyes as he continues stabbing this fucker. Blood speckles across his cheeks, and the tears fall. Alec screams, “This is for every fucking touch I said I didn’t want!” He stabs again. “This is for ruining every sexual relationship I’ll ever have!” He stabs Foster Fuck one last time and leaves the knife in as he whispers, “For ruining the beauty of finding a man attractive.”

I let Foster Fuck slip through my grasp. He crumbles to the floor, but I only have eyes for Alec. My precious Alec. Should blood look so fucking sexy on a person? Maybe it has to be the right person. Alec looks up at me, and I see it. The ghost that has been haunting him for so long is now dead.

I can’t stop myself from reaching out and cupping his cheek. His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening again. My grin is wide as I say, “That was fucking epic. Not to mention hot as hell.”

He sputters out a laugh. “I’m not sure that being covered in blood and having a mental breakdown should be considered hot.”

I snicker as I say, “Well when it’s you, it is.”

He looks down at himself and winces. “I should probably get cleaned up. What do we do about him?”

I wave off his concern. “I already texted Jace. He’s on it. But I do have a question for you.”

He arches a brow. “Um . . . okay.”

My heart flutters, and suddenly I’m nervous as fuck. Holy shit. Rubbing the back of my head, I ask, “Would you mind going out to dinner with me tonight? We could go to the arcades you like.”

His brows scrunch together as he says, “Um . . . I guess so. But you know Jace and Zane hate the arcades.”

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