Page 26 of As Angels Sin

“Welcome to the meat wagon, boys. What’s your poison?” The speaker is a rather skinny man, with a crooked spine and a kink in his neck. Long strands of greasy hair escape from beneath a black top hat. He is older than the other sellers, with a face so tight that I can make out the structure of his skull. He has three missing teeth on the left side of his mouth.

“Why’s it called the meat wagon?” Mark asks, playing the fool. “And I don’t see any poison.”

“That pretty mouth of yours is awful smart,” the grotesque man says. “If you ain’t buying, get the feck out of my line.”

“Sheesh, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning,” Mark returns with his usual brand of derision. We walk off, this time to my great pleasure, it’s out the door.

“Listen, go out there and have some fun. Forget about life for a while and hang out with your girl. Plot new and exciting ways to kill her old man and the rat-faced second in command. Man, you can even go hang another dude off the side of a mountain in Colorado. We’re in a quiet time. The calm before the storm.” Mark pauses when we get outside, and searches his pockets for his cigarettes and lighter.

“Have some fun before the shit gets crazy.”

“I’d rather have fun afterward.”

He makes an intriguing argument, all the same. My shadow can only be silenced by two things: the sweet embrace of death and Fiametta’s pussy. Killing some bum on the side of the road isn’t going to be enough, but maybe she can be. “I’ll give it a shot. See where it takes me. ”

Now comes the challenge...

Taking what she tried to deny me.

Chapter Twelve

FIAMETTA

Where does he disappear to, I wonder, as the familiar sound of his light footsteps carries him closer to me. Two months before, and now a week, without a sign of life or interest. Then he returns, like a whirlwind hurricane whose sole intention is to turn my life upside down.

“You left so suddenly the last time you were here, I didn’t think you’d come back,” I say, bravely. I know it’s Crue sneaking in, because the noise comes from my window and not the door. Though, I’d have known it was him even if he had used conventional means to enter my bedroom. I’m lying on my side, with my eyes fixed on the door.

Suddenlyis an understatement. He went from trying to kiss me, to a poof of dust in seconds flat. He left me with the burdenof facing the demons waiting in my bathroom alone, and didn’t even bother to say goodbye. The funny thing is, I probably would’ve kissed him that night. I couldn’t, immediately. Not before I knew the results of the pregnancy tests, but I was so overwhelmed with joy and excitement at Father’s news that stopping myself from making a regrettable decision was not an option.

No words come from him, only the rhythmic, precise steps he takes to reach me.

“I packed my bags the next day. I waited and waited.” I egg him on, even though I know why he’s here. I know what he’s after. And my excitement at his return means I’ll gladly give it to him. If it means freedom, he can take whatever he wants from me.

“Gone again, to wherever you pass away your days and plot your schemes.”

The bed sinks as his hefty frame drops onto it. I started this thinking my ramblings would force him to answer. Not to one in particular, maybe just haphazard words, strung along sentences, trying to justify what he’s done and what he has to do.

However, his silence makes me uneasy. He said he doesn’t have to kill me anymore, but what does that mean to a man like Crue? He’s obviously wrestling with his own demons and, if they win, where will that leave me?

For the first time since I heard him enter, a thrum of fear moves in my chest and onward through my body.

In typical Crue fashion, he stills it without needing to use any words. His arm moves swiftly over me, with such force that a small gust of wind brushes against my cheek, and he grabs the far side of my blanket. He yanks it off me with one hard motion and discards it beneath his knees.

Instead of gently ushering me toward him, Crue grabs my hair by the loose ponytail I tied it in for bed. His tug is softer than itwas on the blanket, but still hard enough that I can feel the sharp sting of my muscles resisting.

Oh, fuck. He’s coming in hot tonight.

I gasp, but there’s no fear or intimidation in the sound. Only the earthy lust his hair pulling creates inside my core.

He keeps pulling on the makeshift leash of my hair, until I’m on my knees with my ass pressed firmly against his swollen cock. My hips move instinctively, rubbing up against his jeans, allowing his head to glide between my ass cheeks.

I giggle. Not because of the lunacy of allowing him to take me, or even my lack of common sense, after putting so much effort into sending him away before, but because of the rumbling sounds that are emanating from Crue’s chest

He snaps my head to the side with another hard pull on my hair. Wincing from the sharp pain, I don’t notice Crue lower himself, until his mouth is against my neck. He starts with a single, tender peck, which he quickly replaces with his teeth, sinking them into my flesh.

I cover my mouth with both hands, fighting back my urge to scream.

Crue’s free hand wraps around the front of my body and sinks to the damp heat between my legs. His mouth starts with gentle kisses that pepper their way up to my ear.

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