Page 58 of Volatile Obsessions

? Lucky You - Eminem ft. Joyner Lucas ?

The delivery guy never stood a chance. Poor bloke never saw it coming. Not to worry, I didn’t drag it out too long, just enough to expel the demons.

For the time being anyway.

They’d return soon enough and demand another taste of death to quench the thirst.

To answer your obvious question—no, I didn’t have to kill him.

But did it send a message?

Yes, it sure as fuck did.

You see, I’d not been left much of a choice really. I had to do it. Lux underestimated me. Hell, I think everyone underestimated me, Vic included. Lux I could somewhat understand, given the woman didn’t know very much me.

But Vic?

How could he truly be surprised when he knew firsthand what I was capable of?

I suppose it didn’t matter either way.

What I did moving forward wasn’t for his benefit anyway.

Not that he’d figured that out yet since I was still playing along without missing a beat.

All part of the plan.

Dismembering the delivery bloke, though, was not part of Vic’s plan, and he wasn’t pleased about it in the slightest.

As you’re about to find out…

Parked outside of Noir Coastafter hours, I was rolling up a little stress reliever to enjoy up on my spot when all of a sudden, someone banged their fist on the driver’s window.

Startling just slightly, I snapped my head toward the sound to find Vic on the other side, green eyes blazing.

“Open up,” he demanded, starting around the front end of the Benz.

Sighing, I clicked the magical button and waited for him to slip in the passenger side as I went about resealing the cigarillo between my lips.

“You butchered the delivery dude?” he questioned furiously, sliding inside the peaceful confines of my car and slamming shut the door.

There goes my peace and quiet.

I stared at him for a moment, sealing the final end of the blunt with a vacant expression on my face. “That’s a rhetorical question, right? Clearly you already know since you’re asking me.”

The look he flashed me practically screamed he was about to blow a gasket. I almost laughed.

“Why the hell would you do that?!” he barked.

“Another rhetorical question?”

“Cut the fucking shit, King! Do you have any idea how much this little charade of yours has complicated everything?”

“How so?” I questioned, stuffing the blunt into the inside pocket of my jacket and returning my supplies to their rightful spot within the center console. “Do tell.”

“Lux is going ballistic,” he spat, cinching my entire face in confusion.

“Um…was that not the point?”

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