Page 55 of Repossess My Heart

I work to my feet, not as smoothly as I would’ve liked tucking his implant in one of my pockets. My drone alerts me to some kind of critical health warning, but I can barely hear it. That’s the tricky thing about fighting someone trained just as well as you, some of the stabs and slashes you won’t feel in the heat of it. Not until it's too late. The projection of my little brother is losing his goddamn shit on Ten’s half dead body. I watch as he wallows over the corpse, playing and flinging blood over himself. He’s not happy though. The sounds are anguished and scared?

“Michael?” I ask as I extract a blade from my vest, one of the few ones left. I don’t even bother watching as I run the implant scan finding the proper place to cut above his wrist, separating it from the rest of his arm, “Michael, that’s fucking gross man.” The wrist comes apart with a squelch. My gloves taste like shit in my mouth as I use my teeth to pull them off. Opting to use my bare fingers to dig the tiny piece of tech free from the muscle there. Sure, there are better ways to do that, but she already went through the trouble of taking his whole arm off. I’ll let her feel helpful.

“You’re talking to your dead brother?” She gasps, still leaning over her little pile of vomit. When my drone offers her some kind of oral sanitation tablet, she takes it without question.

Trusting us. Trusting me.

“You didn’t stay on the roof.” I counter trying to tune Michael out, focusing on her instead.

“You were about to die!” She yells staggering to her feet just as I straighten my back, pocketing the chip.

“That doesn’t sound like me at all.”

Her small hands fly up, knotting in her hair before she makes an adorably frustrated little sound.

Adorable? Yeah, that’s the right word for her. My adorable little freak of nature.

“Drone, tell him he was about to die!”

“Master Nine is aware of his health scans.”

She stalks up to me her head coming up to my chest as she jabs me roughly, I suppress the wince annoyed that it hurt at all, “Master cannot get himself killed until he kills me first! That’s the deal!”

I ignore the wetness pooling around behind my vest knowing whatever part of me she jabbed was probably not in the best shape when I grab her wrists untangling her fingers from where they’d knotted in her long hair, “If you were worried about me, just say so.”

She glares in her own empty way. “I don’t even like you.”

My bloodied hand finds her chin, steering her lips towards mine. “You don’t have to like me.”

“Good, because you’re the worst.” It comes out as a whisper, and it makes my stomach feel light.

Her body melts into mine the moment our lips touch and immediately I can tell this one is different. It’s not hot, burning me up kind of need. It feels significant… important in some way. Like something substantial is happening as she sinks into me. Her sweet tongue dancing with mine. My drone notifies me again that I’m quickly losing blood, and this is far from a safe place for a surgical operation.

Let me bleed out.

I don’t want to miss this.

“It’s because you know it’s all about to end. My big brother is feeling sentimental.” Michael chimes in, still perched on Ten’s body, “Even if you won’t tell her, you aren’t letting her die now. Once she figures out, she’s going to leave you. She’ll run, find someone who can give her what she wants. Maybe she’ll just do it herself, maybe you’ll watch her in the dark while she slices her tiny wrists.”

A growl slips from my lips as I tighten my hold on her, swallowing her needy little moan. Ten had better be fucking out right now, I’ll carve his ears off his skull. Her hands knot around my vest and my cock is already throbbing where it presses against her.

“You won’t kill her…” Michael taunts.

But I will let her die. I will.

I’d give her anything I’m coming to realize.

“Holy shit, you love her.” He gasps.

When I finally pull away from my little sweetling, her lips are swollen, her eyes heavy with need. “Not even a bit.”

She frowns at me but drops it. Seeming content with my swift mental decline. When I step away from her, I reach back, offering her the only hand I can feel with. Her boring eyes widen, but she takes it anyway. I’m not sure why I offered it to her. Feels like the right thing to do. With every hour that passes, I seem more obsessed with the idea of her touching me. Liking me the way I like her. I’m not ready for this to end, but we’re at the finish line.

“What now?” She breathes out as I lead her from the building putting myself between her and any junkie that was too fucked up to leave when they saw two Repo Men stalking around.

My body throbs with every breath, an uneasy feeling settling in my gut as my pulse flutters. “Everybody dies.”

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