Page 72 of My Hunger, Your Soul

“I wanna cut him first,” Noah says, and I smile in delight. This is so much fucking fun. I think Noah should be my new brother.

“Jules, come over here and film this,” I shout to Jules, who looks up and walks over to us, phone in hand.

“Do your thing, Noah. But don’t kill him. Dima wants him to drown.”

Noah silently places one knee on the floor next to Timmy’s head. Tim flinches, preparing himself for the inevitable. Noah pulls away the gag and closes his eyes for a brief second, inhaling the sea air, savoring the moment. Fuck being brothers. We’re twins.

Noah pulls out a knife from his jacket that is long and slim. Like a miniature version of a sword. I’m nearly bouncing on my feet with excitement to see what he’ll do. Noah grabs his hair, exposing his jaw and neck, before slamming the knife up into his chin. Wow. Of course, Tim screams, but I’m too distracted at the blade that’s now visible in his mouth to be bothered by the noise. So pretty. A more hardcore version of a tongue piercing.

With an audible squelch, Noah pulls out the blade that’s covered in copious amounts of blood, and Tim slumps back onto the floor as the liquid oozes from his body, shining in the moonlight as it drips down his throat. Spectacular.

Noah stands and takes out his phone.

“What are you doing?” I ask.

“Taking a picture for my album. I keep pictures of all my kills.”

“Why the hell would you do that?” Jules asks.

“It’s art. And it’s none of your business.”

“Who the fuck do you think you’re talking to?” Jules asks, walking closer to Noah.

“I don’t know. A lackey?”

“Okay you guys, chill out. Lets toss this fucker overboard so I can get back to my man. Noah, can you film us with Jules’ phone please, as we need evidence the job was done?”

“Sure,” he grumbles, grabbing the phone from Jules’ hand. Jules clenches his jaw, trying very hard to hold himself back from punching Noah.

I grab the top end of Timmy, and Jules lifts his legs as we move him to the side of the boat and lift him over the edge. Tim briefly opens his eyes and looks up at me. Regret is the only thing I can see. Unfortunately he needs to pay the price for his actions.

“Sleep well down there, Timmy,” I say before we toss him overboard, followed by a loud splash. I grab the phone from Noah and get a shot of Timmy disappearing beneath the water’s surface. Thank fuck that’s over.

“Let’s get back to dry land,” I say, patting both Noah and Jules on the shoulder as I go to talk to Carlos’ men. I hate the water.

After dropping off Noah and having a quick wash, I’m now sitting in Starlight with my hottie man, Ty, who looks fucking delicious. His brown hair is styled with a slick back, his honey skin on display under his slightly open black shirt with black pants. Sophisticated is what he is, and all fucking mine. We’re sitting at a booth with Jules and Kai, watching the show and enjoying a break from life. I deserve a drink.

Earlier today, Kai helped me move Tyler’s stuff over to the main house, which didn’t take too long. According to Tyler, we have around another four months until the properties are complete. Dima has brought in extra workers, as the noise and mess are stressing him the fuck out, but there are some things money can’t buy, and that’s making contractors work faster.

“Ivan, come with me for a minute,” Lev calls over, and I leave the table and follow him to the end of the bar.

“Is it done?” he asks me.

“Yep. I got a nice little video here for you,” I say as I open my phone and play the epic footage.

“Is that fucking Noah?”

“You really don’t need to be jealous of him,” I say as I rewatch the events from tonight.

“I’m not fucking jealous. We don’t know him. What if he blabs to the cops?” Lev snarls.

“He kills for fun, Lev. He’s one of us.”

“No he ain’t. He will never be part of us.”

“Look, he deserved to be a part of it. He’s gone now. So just watch the damn video,” I say and Lev looks back down at the screen. When it finally ends, he passes the phone back to me.

“Forward the footage to me. D will wanna see.”

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