Page 76 of Repossess My Heart

Were we attacked?

“Hey man, just take it easy. You just fully fucking died bro.”

I died…

That doesn’t sound like me at all.

Six’s hands find mine where they’d drifted out, attempting to find purchase on something. As he wrestles them back to my sides, the annoying cunt again telling me to take it easy the drone finally connects.

Recent memory.

The drone obeys in its unique, cankerous way. No drone can ever truly be owned by another after they pair to its original master and this one has a fucking attitude problem at best. As gut-wrenching memories assault me, my stomach swirls in horror. My eyes slam open, the adrenaline he’d injected me with finally making its appearance known as I slam up my hand finding his throat, “What have you done!?” It leaves me in a roar. No better way to describe the pain filled bellow in my voice.

Six’s hands slap and claw at me desperately just as the drone’s point of view imagine of him pushing Reverie’s lifeless body off me on the beach makes my vision turn from technicolor to hues of black and blood red, “WHERE IS SHE?!” I roar again, never letting up on his throat enough to get an answer. Logic is lost to me.

EVERYTHING IS LOST TO ME.

My eyes slam up, raiding all four walls of the room, until they land on her. My heart implodes in on itself at the sight. Her long unruly hair is knotted and dripping with water and caked with sand as she lays splayed over the dining table. Her full breasts exposed, her knees bent inward in an unnatural way, that beautiful red dress gathered around her hips.

Dead.

Naked.

“YOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOU’VE DONE!” I let up, my friend's artificial eyes pinched in pain when he opens his mouth, I grip both sides of his jaw, wrenching until I hear a deep pop. The pieces of his jaw going slack in my hands. It’s not enough, it’s not fucking enough.

My sweetling, I’m sorry.

God Reverie I’m sorry.

Another disturbed sound leaves me as Six rams his knee into my dick, making me lose my grip long enough for him to slam me onto my back, “She’s alive!” He yells through a slack jaw, seconds before his fist connects roughly with the side of my head.

I don’t pay it any attention, not even the second time he hits me. I tilt my head backwards, my eyes training on her from upside down, waiting for the rise of her chest as blood trickles into my hairline. I don’t breathe and Six halts his attack for a moment. The second I see it rise, I deflate, my vision returning to normal again before I remember she’s naked.

I slam my head forward into his, rocking him backwards. “What did you do to her!?”

Six’s thick, braided hair drags on the floor as he rolls onto his stomach. When he grips his jaw, a pained yell leaves him as he pops it back into place. “Fuck!”

“You really want fuck to be your last words?” I seethe, my chest heaving.

“I saved you, you fucking dick! I saved both of you suicidal fuckheads!”

“Why is she naked?” My tone is cooler than it was and for the first time in a very long time I feelhim, Nine, rising to the surface.

“She almost didn’t come back. I had to shock her! I just got done doing that when you woke up, fucking prick.”

I feel Nine and I embrace him like a long-lost friend. “You had no right.” It leaves me in a growl as I stalk towards the kitchen of our home. The dining room table my sweetling is laid out on had so many memories. Good ones. Some of the best I ever had. Fuck Six for making me do this here. When my hand wraps around a blade, it feels heavier than ever, but it’ll cut the same.

My sweetling. I am so sorry this will be uglier than what we planned.

Mine.

I shove it in the waistband of my jeans as I stalk towards her, my hands reverently grazing her pallid bronze skin before I adjust the top of her dress, hiding her breasts again.

“Before you go and act like a fucking psycho again might want to check out what’s in the guest room. She’s stable, the drone helped.” Six grunts to his feet, ribbing his jaw.

When my eyes land on him, I’m all Nine and he knows it too. It doesn’t scare him. It’s the only way he’d known me for years. He handles Nine better than Nathan. “Whatever is in that room, what you’ve done will cost you dearly. You know that, right?”

The cunt rolls his eyes and flips me off, using the same fuck you finger to point towards the hall leading to the guest room.

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