Page 61 of Dear, Carson McDermott
“I’m going to wash my hands and my knife before I sharpen the other ones. This one was a little dull.” I said to both my brother and my father.
At that, they shook their heads.
“You sharpened it before we got here, Bubba.” My dad replied.
“It wasn’t sharp enough, and you know it,” I eyed Stanislav as he stood there. “Shut him up for me, will you? It’s pissing me off.”
He chuckled as he began unbuckling his belt,
“When are you not pissed off around me?” He asked with a heavy accent.
“No offense, Stan, but if I smile with you, you’ll think I’m into the shit you’re into and then I’m gonna have to put a bullet in your head. You do good work for me so don’ fuck with me.”
Stanislav shrugged,
“Ehn.” Was his reply. “I like this gift though.” I turned away walking towards the sink area.
I didn’t have to turn around to hear as Ricardo tried to scream but I knew Stanislav shut him right up. I knew his thing, he would wrap the belt around Ricardo’s neck then fasten it to the point that he would need to open his mouth for air, which Ricardo just did. Then, Stanislav would stick his dick in Ricardo’s mouth making him gag on it. As he did this, I cleaned my knife and then moved over to sharpen my other knives. I wanted to use each of them.
“Manu?” Stanislav called out to me.
I slammed the knife down that I was sharpening hard on the counter.
“Fuck! What?” I bellowed turning towards Stanislav.
Beau snickered.
“You know how he gets when he’s sharpening his knives, hurry up and ask your question before he carves you out instead.”
Stanislav had the nerve to smirk, the sick fuck, he’d liked that.
“Where do I finish off? Is that all?”
I ran my hand through my hair realizing that I hadn’t tied it back.
“Stan! I don’ give two fucks what you do! Fuck him if that’s what you want to do. I don’t care just leave him alive for me because I want to carve him out. I haven’t hunted in a while,” I said calmly as I shook my head and went back to my task.
Chapter 20
Carson
Ricardo screamed out; I grew much more irritated.
“Stan!” I yelled. I turned to him as Stanislav had his head thrown back in ecstasy as he did what Ricardo would’ve eventually done to either Jude or me.
“What!” He yelled not stopping what he was doing.
“If you’re gon’ be doin’ all that, can you please shut him up? How dare you both mess with my damn moment? Ugh! Forget it, I’ve lost my concentration. Move!”
Stanislav acted like he didn’t hear me. I knew he heard me ask him to do something. I knew how I looked whenever I was itching to harm someone. I was crazy, unhinged, and definitely not to be trusted especially when I was ignored. I reached behind me where I had my other gun tucked and without thinking, I took it off the safety shooting Stanislav right in between his eyes. He dropped right on a still screaming Ricardo.
Beau, who had zoned out and was focusing on something on his laptop with dad, peered up at me. He sighed as if this was something he was expecting,
“So, what was the point of you killin’ Stan? We still coulda used him.”
I shook my head as I took my knives going back towards the table.
“I don’ trust any man that’s willin’ to jump on an opportunity to fuck a man who didn’ want him to. Rubs me the wrong way.” I admitted.
