Page 13 of The Black Lotus
She bites her lip, her nose running the length of mine. “I’ll let you fuck me in the ass.”
“Serena…” I groan as her fingers dance up my chest. “As much as I would love to feel your tight hole grip every inch of me,no. You haven’t had the lessons to know how to do it.”
Her fingers stop, her brows dipping as she steps away and crosses her arms. “And whose fault is that?” She mocks, turning her head away.
I pull her head back, tugging her hair enough and her glare locks on my face. “OnceItake care of the man, I will let you do whatever you want to him. Cut him. Skewer him. Even burn him.” Her eyes light up. “But, if you want to get him to talk, then send him to his grave, you have to listen and be patient with me. Okay?”
She huffs, but her shoulders relax. “Okay.”
I bring my lips to softly kiss her own, a promise that her time will come.
I look around the tree, making sure the coast is clear and that our loud whispers didn’t attract any unwanted attention from our uninvited guest. Seeing nothing but trees and snow, I place my finger in front of my mouth, miming to Serena to be quiet. She rolls her eyes, but walks quietly behind me.
Walking closer to the sheds, it’s eerily quiet. It doesn’t sound, or look like either door has been pried open. The sound opening my shed could be heard from where we wait, and neither me nor Serena heard that familiar sound. I look back at my vixen, her eyes wide and chewing mindlessly on her bottom lip, nerves radiating off her. I can’t tell from fear or excitement.Maybe both?I tug on her arm, and her eyes lift to mine, breaking the spell between her and the buildings. She shrugs, clearly more unbothered than I first assumed. Realizing my energy was the nervous one, and I was projecting that onto her, a thin laugh slips from my lips, the stress exiting with it.I need to get my shit together.If my vixen isn’t worried, then I sure as hell shouldn’t be either. We are in this together and we won’t go down without a fight.
She squeezes my hand softly, mouthing the words, “It’ll be okay.” I squeeze her hand back, letting her know I trust her.More than myself at the moment.
Standing here in the unknown, waiting for anything to happen, hearing nothing but the wind blowing and our cold breaths sets my teeth on edge.
Snap!
Our heads whip towards the sound, and we duck out of sight, crouching behind a bush that has somehow not died with the rest. It sounds like our attacker hadn’t made it to the sheds yet, instead looking in the woods. My fingers tighten around the syringe, getting ready to strike. The guy’s getting closer, him being far less quiet than we are.Makes for an easy target. It’ssafe to assume he’s a newer killer playing his hand at getting his name, and who he is, out by fulfilling the hit on Serena.
When we hear him only feet away, we quietly maneuver around the brush and watch as this kid-Shit.Now that we are closer, I can make out his features, and he doesn’t look older than twenty at the absolute most. Serena notices too, and her face morphs from excitement to worry. Guess we both weren’t expecting our first victim to be a kid.How did my mother get her claws into this piece of shit? What is she promising everyone to make them come after my girl?They have to know they’d be going up against the Morbid Monet, a feared name even among other killers. Sure, none of us know who the others are, but when my name is whispered, you can see the fear in their eyes. Yes, I have my prime victims, my little lambs, but soon the whole world will know that I placed my brush down for a new set of prey. If they aren’t scared yet, I will make them fear me and my vixen. Anyone who comes after us will know how their story ends.
With a blue rose and black lotus.
Even before Serena told me her signature, I went ahead and ordered a bundle of black lotuses to a P.O box that has a different name, hoping it was what she would choose. A part of me knowing that would be her choice.
The loud squeak of my shed shatters the silence, and I look up in time to see the bastard flinch and look around. After a minute of waiting he scoffs and enters my space. My muscles tighten. “Stay here,” I whisper to Serena. Her mouth opens, but before she can protest, I place my hand over her mouth, and her nostrils flare. “Please, Serena. Once I take him out, you can come help me move his body into your space. Then the fun can begin.”
A muffled, and sarcastic, “Thanks” fills the air, and I chuckle.There’s my bloodthirsty girl.All this waiting has made her morebratty and defiant than usual, and her simple remark has me hoping she’s going to listen so I can keep her alive.
I lean down and kiss her forehead before making my way to the shed.
Watching my steps, I avoid the spots that would make any noise. Before entering my kill space, I take out my phone and turn the camera on to see if I can see where the guy is and what he is doing.
He’s looking through my drawers, touching my weapons. My hand tightens around the smooth glass, my jaw clenching when he picks up the knife I use to end my little lambs. One I haven’t touched in quite a while.
My feet are moving, my hand raised high overhead, before I register what I’m doing, my anger taking over. “That’s mine,” I growl.
The kid turns around, the knife falling from his hands and clattering to the ground. He fumbles for his gun, but before he can grab the rifle, my needle is in his neck. His hand wraps around the injection site. He coughs, falling backwards and knocking down my table of instruments in the process.
Leaning down, I remove the cover from his face, my nose scrunching in disgust at his cowardly ways.It’s as if he doesn’t take any pride in his kills. He doesn’t crave the fear and dread the rest of us do.
I hear pants from my vixen, her steps becoming louder as she gets closer to the shed. Closing my eyes, I stand, my hand snaps out and closes around her neck, squeezing just enough for her to feel the frustration.
“I thought I told you towaituntil I called for you?”
“I thought you were in trouble,” she gasps through my hold, clawing at my hand for the air she so desperately needs.
I force her against the wall, my hold tightening as my body begs for hers. “If you thought I was in trouble, you should’ve run.”
She lifts her chin, challenging me despite our power imbalance. “I will never run,” she strains, face turning red.
Exasperated, I release her, watching as she falls to the floor in a coughing fit, her eyes flaming. She steps up to me, jabbing her finger into my chest. “I would rather die than watch you fall.”
I wrap my hand around her finger, silence all around us. We stay there, eyes locked, neither one of us backing down.
