Page 68 of Run Little Killer
Like a true narcissist, Natalie can't resist injecting her own commentary, muttering, "Crazy ass bitch."
Nix doesn't hesitate. In a single, fluid motion, he whips his wrist, blood spraying out as the blade rips through her flesh. Her eyes go wide with fear as she crumples to the ground, hands scrabbling against the gaping wound as bright red blood pours from it.
Dropping to a knee, Nix holds the knife in front of her face, blood dripping from the blade. "Only I can call her crazy, you worthless gash," he grits out, plunging the knife back into the wound and twisting.
"Natalie!" Shawn shouts, scrambling to his knees and crawling towards her body.
Her lips move as she tries to speak, but the only thing that comes out is a wet, garbled cough, blood spewing from her lips as her body starts to convulse.
"Andyou," Nix spits, rising to his full height. He steps around Natalie's body, coming to a stop beside Shawn, who’s on all fours. Nix draws back his leg, boot driving up and into Shawn's stomach. All the air whooshes from his lungs as he collapses to the floor, face-first in Natalie's blood.
He wheezes as he tries to suck in a gasp, bodyfolding in on itself as he rolls to his back. Nix plants his boot against Shawn’s head, holding it in place. "As much as I'd enjoy slamming my boot through your skull and grinding your brains into the floor, your life is my girl's to end."
Nix is not the eloquent one, or the romantic one, even. Hell, half the things he says are unhinged. But hearing him call mehis, claim me when his dick isn't buried in one of my holes, makes my stomach swoop.
"Here you go, little killer," Nix offers, flipping the knife in his hand and holding the handle out to me. "Do your worst," he adds as I grab hold, the leather warm and smooth against my palm.
"Do you regret it?" I ask, looking down at Shawn.
"Regret what?" he scoffs. "You brought this all on yourself, you stupid whor–AHH!" his words dissolve into a yell as Nix digs the heel of his boot harder into Shawn’s cheek.
"Say it," I bite out, hot tears pricking behind my eyes. "Say you're sorry."
"For what?" he coughs, speckles of blood dotting the floor in front of him.
"For what you did to me, you fucking bastard!" My voice starts to break as I stalk closer, waving the knife between us. "For drugging me,rapingme, blaming me! For shattering my entire goddamn existence in one night!"
I draw in a shaky breath, all the emotions, the pain, every last pinch of shame I've been forced to deal with rushing out with an exhale as I swing my arm above my head.
My heart kicks up in a flurry, fresh adrenaline punching through my veins as I use all my rage to drive the bowie knife down into his crotch. A choked scream tears from his throat as I drop to my knees, tears spilling from my eyes as Ijerk my hand around, using the blade to rip through the material of his pants. Blood soaks the fabric with each drag of the knife and I grit my teeth, fingers grabbing hold as I saw the blade back and forth. Flesh tears, muscles snap, and with one last motion and wet squelch, I hold up his severed dick like a goddamn trophy.
Shawn writhes around in agony, skin clammy as he chokes on a gasp. Nix's boot is still pinning him in place, blood gushing from the mangled mound between his legs. I set his severed cock aside, saving it for later, and crawl through the pool of blood to point the tip of the blade against the peak of Shawn’s Adams apple. His throat bobs with a hard swallow, the knife pressing just hard enough for blood to blossom on his skin with the motion.
"You turned my life inside out," I snarl, dragging the knife slowly over his collar bone, digging deeper the lower I go. "And now, I'm going to turnyouinside out.”
With a sweep of my arm, I ram the blade down into his paunchy stomach, the skin breaking open with a sickening pop as blood gushes out. I yank back and repeat the motion, over and over, plunging the blood-slicked blade into his soft center as he wails in pain. Hot tears stream down my face in cathartic release as his body starts to go limp beneath me.
Killing Chad was a necessity.
Stabbing Micheal was a trauma response.
But Shawn? Killing Shawn is just fucking liberating. Like with this final, bloody act, I'm finally free.
"This is your reckoning and all, darlin'," Rhett says from behind me as I toss the knife aside, grab the chunk of flesh, and push to my feet. "But we ain't taking homeany souvenirs."
"Don't worry," I chuckle. "I have the perfect place for it."
Natalie’s face is void of expression as I move toward her, eyes staring vacantly at the ceiling as I crouch down beside her head.
"Youtried to silence me," I say, wrenching open her jaw with my blood soaked hands and shoving the shriveled stump of Shawn’s pathetic cock into her mouth. "But you're the one choking on karma."
I rock back to sit on my heels, blood soaking through the material of my leggings as I bask in the silence of the aftermath.
I know that killing them doesn't change anything. It doesn’t right their wrongs, and it sure as shit doesn’t clear my name. I'm still very much a fugitive, but even so, a calm sense of satisfaction rolls through me as I take in the carnage I’ve wrought. They claimed I was a snake in the grass, and now they’ve seen just how deadly I can really be.
"Goddamn," Nix murmurs, lifting his boot from Shawn's skull and reaching down to adjust the bulge in the front of his jeans. "I didn't know I'd get so hard from watching you saw off another man’s cock."
The soles of his boots slap wetly against the tile as he marches through the puddles of blood staining the floor, closing in on me.
