Page 20 of Volatile Obsessions

It would’ve been so easy to end him right there, so damn easy, and I almost did…but Rome’s purposeful cough reminded me this wasn’t part of the plan. That, in turn, did not help to placate me. In fact, it only made me far more incensed than I already was. Incensed with myself.

Ramos provoked me and I struck, stupidly, revealing every last card in my hand. Cards I’d had no intention of sharing with Rome. He wasn’t supposed to know the full extent of my vendetta, thought it was a business move, but my actions just proved otherwise.

Gave me away.

I was going to have to do some serious damage control tomorrow before he tried playing Sherlock Holmes. ‘Cause he would, he definitely would. Roman was slicker than your average and in tune with every last detail, even the hidden ones.

“You can thank Mr. King this blade isn’t jammed into your jugular right now,” I gritted out, thrusting him backward as I rose to full height. “Though, you might actually prefer that if you knew what awaited you in about twenty seconds.”

I’d had enough. It was time.

Flipping my blade back in place, I shoved it into my pocket and nodded at Rome in signal. Without a single word, he retreated several steps and made quick work of turning both eroded levers. A putrid colored water began pouring out from two holes where showerheads once sat, splashing onto Hector’s hands beneath them.

“What the fuck?” he bellowed, undoubtedly confused at the sudden turn of events.

I didn’t offer him an answer. Neither did Rome, who was lugging a bucket to my side.

He’d understand soon enough.

I took one last good look at the gun runner, grinning at his stupidity, and promptly tossed a tidal wave of water his way. Ramos sputtered under the assault as the bucket clattered to the ground, our cue to get the fuck out of there.

He protested at our silent retiring forms, yanking at his restraints, but we kept on for the exit, shutting out the clanking of metal from our minds.

And just as we made it to the threshold, Rome toyed with that handy dandy little device in his pocket…

A quick flick of the wrist, remember?

The sizzle of electricity meeting water was delightful, and the tortured scream that followed was music to my hears, but knowing that would be Roman one day soon was the icing on the motherfucking cake.

Soon.

One. Day. Soon.

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