Page 31 of Nobody Wants Me
“Please, I could have kicked your door down.”
“You could have missed,” I said, tossing the knife back in her direction, and not surprised as she caught the damn thing.
She tutted.“I didn’t miss.I hit exactly what I was aiming for.”
“Then why bother?”
“Killing you would piss off Ivan, and that is not something I want to do yet,” The Butcher said.
“You’re afraid of Ivan?”I asked.
She simply glared at me.
“Why are you here?”I asked.
“You destroyed the quilt she made for you,” The Butcher said.
I rolled my eyes.“I should have known you were here for no good reason.”
“And yet, you’re in here moping because she won’t take your gift.You might also like to know, she is currently removing her fabric from the shelves as well.”
This made me stop.“What?”
“Yes, she is now seeing that you set the precedent.You don’t accept gifts and neither does she,” The Butcher said.
“For fuck’s sake.”This woman was pissing me off, and The Butcher was as well.
I went to walk past her, but she grabbed my arm.I twisted hers and had her pressed up against one of the wooden posts.She attempted to sneak out of my hold, but I knew all her tricks.
“Don’t even bother,” I said.
She tutted.“I suggest you let me go, otherwise you better hope Freya is already pregnant.”
That is when I felt it, the blade tapping against my dick.That, I hadn’t expected.
So, The Butcher did have a lot more tricks up her sleeve, which surprised me.I wasn’t expecting that.
I let her go, and The Butcher spun around.I waited to see if she would attack me, but she didn’t.
“I’m going to go and deal with my wife, or are you wanting to settle this score?”
“You and me, Victor, don’t have a score to settle.I like Freya.”
“Noted,” I said.
“You know, if you actually stopped being a dick long enough, you might find you like her.”
I was getting tired of this conversation.
“What do you want?”I asked.
She tutted.“I don’t want anything, but you know Ivan.He loves to play matchmaker, and I’ve seen the way you treat her.It’s like you can’t stand her.”
“Congratulations, you can read a situation.”
“Yeah, but here’s the thing.You can’t stand her, yet you spend many hours making her a cabinet because you know she needs it for her makeup.You know enough about her to know she likes things clean.This is why you had the bedroom cleaned without her knowing before she moved in.It’s why you don’t allow anyone to go near her things.”
“Your point?”I asked.
