Page 16 of Love and War

In under five minutes I had Mark Smith's information pulled up.What a fucking original last name, Mark.Rolling my eyes, I pulled up his bank accounts. He was completely broke. I never shamed those who had less, I had been there. I knew what it was like to struggle. But fuck, Mark. How did he plan on paying for their date that he wanted to take her on? Even thinking about her going on a date with him tasted sour in my mouth.

I don’t care about his personal matters. All I wanted was his address. That’s the only thing that mattered to me right now.

Mark’s cum tasted better.

I couldn’t get the words out of my head. I could tell she had enjoyed what we were doing. She always enjoyed being on her knees for me. She loved the fight; it was the game we always played. She liked to fight for dominance, but we both knew she would give in to me.

Ignoring the guilt that was trying to creep its way into my chest, I ran through all known addresses that he had. Only one had been repeated more than a dozen times, and where his current mail was being sent to.

Bingo.

Sending the address to Zane, I sent a picture of Mark. Shutting down my equipment, I grabbed my keys and wallet. Everyone thought I was just a computer nerd. The one who liked to stay hidden. There may be some truth to that. I didn’t like getting my hands dirty. But that was far from the truth. I was a monster, a monster who hid in the shadows.

And tonight he was coming out to play.

I would do anything for her. Everything for her.

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“So I don’t know if I’m turned on or confused,” Zane muttered behind me. I stood in front of Mark’s body. He was tied to a chair, rope around his arms and legs. Blood trailed down his mouth and nose. His eyes unfocused on me.

“I’m definitely more confused.” Zane again couldn’t keep his mouth shut. I knew he would be. I never got involved with this side. From the beginning I stayed behind when they tortured people. I liked being the computer nerd, the one who could find anything or anyone at any time. No one knew much about my past. Sure, they knew I had a shit childhood. But no one knew how bad it truly was. That my piece-of-shit father used me as a punching bag. There were nights that it got so bad I had to run away to Z’s house just to escape what he was going to do.

Ignoring Zane, I stepped forward towards Mark. Smiling, I threw another punch into his face. His head snapped back, and a pained groan filled the basement.

I couldn’t stop the smile plastered to my face. My knuckles were bruised, and bloody but I welcomed the small amount of pain from bashing in his face.

“Killian?” Zane barked.

“What?” I hissed back, glaring over at Zane. I knew this was not my normal self. I was the calm and collected one. Zane was always the hot head, the one who threw punches and asked questions later. The enforcer for Dimitri. But I couldn’t care less.

“Care to explain what’s happening here?” he asked, pointing towards Mark. Could I explain?

I could tell him that I knew Aziza. I’ve known her more than half my life. That she’s my life, and that everything I do is for her. She was my secret, no one knew about her.

“No,” I grunted out. I couldn’t tell him about her, not yet.

“Alright, keep your secrets, but I gotta head out soon.”

Glancing up at the clock on the wall. I hadn’t even realized it was close to morning. We’d been down here for over five hours while I laid into Mark. He touched her, he had his unworthy hands on her skin. It made me irrational.

But Zane was right, we had to leave soon. I had to see Aziza, I needed to talk with her. I needed her more than I needed air.

“He touched her,” I mumbled.

“N-noooo,” Mark tried crying out. “S-sh-she d-d-does-doesn’t matter t-t-to me.”

“I told you she was my concern. I told you, yet you didn’t care.”

I was done with him. Grabbing the knife from the side table, I rammed the blade into his throat. Mark’s eyes widened, gurgling as he choked on his own blood.

“I’ll call Taylor.” Zane huffed out a chuckle, leaving me as I watched Mark slowly die. I still didn’t feel the relief I thought it would give me.

Not wasting time I headed to the shower. Throwing my bloody clothes into the trash, I scrubbed my body clean of any traces of Mark. Hurrying through, I got dressed quickly and left. Not bothering to say bye to Zane, I rushed off to find Aziza.

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Killian

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