Page 65 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“Anytime,” I say. God, I feel high right now.

The sound of dry heaving turns our attention to Tim, who has his mouth full of the baseball bat handle that Noah has shoved into his mouth.

“What are you doing?” Dima says, and Noah keeps his eyes on Tim.

“He wouldn't stop moaning. It’s annoying.”

“Yeah well, you get one hit with Tim, then you can leave,” Lev says.

“I’m not leaving until I know he’s dead.”

Lev goes to argue, but before he can say anything, Dima speaks.

“One hit, but I don’t want him dead. Yet. You can trust us to finish this, Noah, but we have to be clever because of who he is, you understand that, right?” Dima says, and Noah takes a moment to process his words before he nods in agreement.

Noah moves Tim onto his back and places his baseball bat over his kneecap. He raises the bat above his head, and swiftly and accurately swings the bat until it connects with Tim’s knee. You can hear the crack of the bone against the wood and the deformed shape of Tim’s leg. The scream from Tim is as loud as the shrill screams from Kane had been. Before we know it, Noah does the same to the other knee, followed by another intense cry from Tim, just before he passes out.

“I said one hit,” Dima says.

Noah looks at him and shrugs, zero reaction to what he’s just done. Does he even enjoy it? He moves back across the room until he is standing next to me.

“What now?” Lev asks D as he watches Tim, who is still passed out.

“We’ll leave him down here until tomorrow as I need to come up with a solid plan. Ivan, can you get Jules and Si to come down and do clean up on the dead guy?”

“Sure,” I say as I place my weapon down on the table behind me. I can put it away later, but not before grabbing a knife off the back shelf to give to Tyler. He will carry a blade from now on, whether he likes it or not. I pick one of the smaller knives that we don’t really use, and walk over to Noah.

“Come on, Noah, I’ll take you back upstairs to Chase.” He grunts in response and follows in silence. I actually quite like the guy.

As we walk through the house, I prod Noah to find out more about him.

“So is this a hobby of yours?” I ask, and I’m expecting no response. But he surprises me with an answer.

“I like dead bodies. I enjoy the kill. It’s soothing,” he says in that deep voice that has goosebumps rising on my skin.

“I get it. There’s nothing like it. Would you ever consider moving to New York? I’m sure Dima would love an extra guy on the team.”

We stop in the hallway and I turn to face him. His handsome face expressionless. Deadly. I would totally call him the Grim Reaper.

“No. I hate people and being in the same place. Also I need to keep Chase close. I don’t want him disappearing.”

“He looks devoted to me.”

“I can’t risk anyone touching him.”

“I’m the same. I’m moving Ty here so I can have my eyes on him.”

“That's how it should be.”

“I like you, Noah. I think we’ll get on just fine.”

“I wasn’t inviting you to visit. This conversation already has me reaching my social limit.”

I laugh at that as he is so relatable. And I’m charming. He’ll come around.

“I can make your day even better. Why don’t you come with me to dispose of Timmy? A happy memory to take with you.”

“Really?”

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