Page 4 of Sinful Little Lies

I clear my throat, focusing on the present moment. Fantasies are just that. Unrealistic and fleeting. My reality is Leo and we’re just going through a rough patch…again. Tonight was just another misunderstanding and I need to sleep it off. The last thing I want is for Grimm to poke around my relationship with Leo and try to be my savior.

We share a joint in silence and it's the most peace I’ve felt in months. I’m too buzzed to even think about leaving at this point, so my plan is to curl up on this couch and sneak out first thing in the morning while Grimm is asleep. But to my surprise, he doesn’t leave my side. Putting out the joint, he drops his head back onto the couch and closes his eyes. The heaviness of my head is too much for me to carry and it connects with his shoulder. His arm snakes around my waist, pulling me in closer.

I shut my eyes, but I’m unable to fully relax because I’m too preoccupied thinking about everything Grimm said tonight and where it's coming from. Is he looking out for me as a long-time friend? Or is it something more?

The most important questions are, where do I go from here? How do I ensure my safety and my freedom?

Tomorrow’s another day, and my pestering thoughts are just going to have to wait until then. Tonight, I’m basking in the scent of sandalwood, sage, and bud.

Tonight I’m safe with Grimm.

3

GRIMM

My fistsclench and unclench as I walk along campus. It's been a few weeks since that night Verena came to me, looking for help. Seeing the empty couch that next morning buried an ache in my heart that I haven’t been able to dig up. Knowing that fucker hurt her, I’ve been filled with nothing but rage. The need to pummel someone’s face grows stronger by the day. I want to see blood spilling, seeping, and soaking into the ground beneath my feet.

Verena deserves so much better. I’d give her heaven and hell if I could. She doesn’t understand how truly captivating she is. How is that possible? Only the devil knows. She doesn’t shine like the sun. She’s not flashy, nor does she demand attention. Instead, she resembles the moon. Quiet, and soft, but she illuminates the darkness around her without even trying.

I’ve watched her from afar for such a long time, I know her like the back of my hand. This is my chance to prove to her that I’m worthy of even a modicum of her love. I’ll be damned if I don’t take it.

Pulling out a pre-roll from my back pocket, I spark it and inhale. Letting the weed do its job and put my mind at ease, evenif it's only for a little while. After a few hits, I’m feeling nice and turn around to make my way back to the house.

Muffled screams make their way to my ears, stopping me in my tracks. I’m certain that's what they are because of the many times I’ve pulled the same noises from people. It’s debatably one of my favorite sounds. Right next to the sound of assholes choking on their own blood. The thought gives me a rush and my cock jerks beneath my zipper.

Who are we having fun with tonight?

My eyes narrow as I take in the scene in front of me. A girl is being pinned to the side of the darkened house. The guy stands against her, pushing himself into her. His hand covers her mouth as the other one holds her wrists above her head. The tears streaming down her face and the sounds she’s emitting tell me it's anything but pleasurable.

“Hey!” I shout as I stalk towards the couple. The man jumps away from her, attempting to shove himself back inside his pants. He tries to snatch the woman by her wrist and run. My height gives me the advantage of reaching him in just a few steps. I near him and grip him by the neck before yanking him back.

I’m vaguely aware of the teary-eyed woman looking at me like I’m her savior and providing me a soft thank you before running into the darkness of the night. But all my focus is on the asshole I’ve just tossed to the ground. He’s a scrawny fuck and easily flies to the concrete. I could probably squash him like a fucking bug if I wanted to. Unfortunately for him, I do.

Ireallyfucking do.

He tries to scramble from the ground, but before he can, I’m straddling him. Gripping his hair, I shove his head against the hard asphalt. His skull drops against the concrete with a thud and a scream rips from his throat. Usually, I love these sounds.Cherish them. But I’m outside where anyone can spot me, and I need him to shut the fuck up.

Whipping my pocket knife out of my back pocket, I grip his face and force out his tongue. With a stronghold on the muscle, I press the tip of the blade into the middle of his tongue and apply pressure. The muscle is thick but easily splits under the sharp metal. I chuck his tongue into the darkness, satisfied with the lack of noise he’s able to produce.

Lifting his head once more, I slam it back to the ground. I repeat the action until I hear his skull crack and splinter, and his screams fade. Dropping his bloodied head from my grasp, I let it fall to the ground with a thud. My fists clench and unclench at my sides while I stare at him. If I stop now, he’ll probably still live.

He doesn’t deserve to live. Not for forcing himself on that girl. The image of Verena bruised and bloody, standing at my doorstep, comes to the forefront of my mind. My nostrils flare.

Clench. Unclench.

Fuck it.

I rear my fist back and slam it forward. The sound of cartilage splitting mixes with the crunching of bones beneath my bloody fists. The satisfaction it brings makes me do it again.

And again.

And again.

My knuckles split against his exposed bone and blood sprays up at me, coating my hands and arms. I slam my fist into his face again before dropping my arms to my sides. My chest rises in heavy pants as I stare down at the pile of flesh and bone in front of me. Because that's all that’s left. He’s unrecognizable and I’m pretty sure I’ve broken every bone in his face.

I can’t stop the psychotic laugh that bubbles up my throat. I stand up and feel pressure against my zipper. “Fuck,” I chucklewhile adjusting myself. Watching the life leave his eyes went straight to my dick.

What I’d give to whip him out right now and take care of myself here, but I can’t risk being seen and his body needs to be discarded. Whipping out my phone, I shoot a quick message telling the Brotherhood’s cleanup crew there’s an issue that needs their attention and provide them with the address. The best thing about being in the Red Skull Brotherhood would hands down be the ability to get my hands dirty and having someone ready to clean that shit up.

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