Page 39 of Nobody Wants Me
The Beast always thought in terms of problems and solutions.Always second-guessing a plan.Always saying shit and doing shit that pissed me the fuck off.I should kill him.It would be easier for the both of us if I just fucking killed him and be done with it.It would make both of our lives easier, and Ivan wouldn’t need to choose between us.
Only, there was a tiny little problem.
I had many opportunities to kill this fucker.So many.I had been looking down the barrel of my gun more times than I could count, and I could have simply pulled the trigger, andboom, problem solved.I don’t know why I hadn’t.It pissed me off.
But then, there would be no Beast.
I wrinkled my nose.
“I’m trying to do this so none of us gets killed.”
Rolling my eyes, I mocked him.“Getting killed is part of the fun.Also, not to kiss up to the teacher or anything, but I imagine Ivan already knows exactly who is involved in The Grid.”I turned to Ivan.“Don’t you, Boss?”I asked.
“As a matter of fact, I do,” Ivan said.“Or at least, I have two players, and they are in town.That is what I am able to correlate, based on the information you have given me, and backtracking.Some members of The Grid have to be present within the location until the target is acquired.Especially, if it has a high price like Freya.Her father has put quite a sizeable hit on her.We’re talking in the hundreds of millions of dollars.”
“It’s small change to a man like Harris,” I said.
I don’t get what Harris has against Freya.Now, I don’t like people.I’m used to killing people, and I was taught at a young age that people would disappoint you.There is no way you should open yourself up to that kind of pain.
So, I never got close.I never had friends.In an odd way, Ivan and The Beast are the closest people I would have to friends.And even odder now, I would say Freya is close to me as well.
My life is fucked up, but I love every day of it.
I didn’t make friends easily, besides, I have had to kill a couple along the way.Take The Grid, for example.I’d already killed a couple of bitches who wouldn’t back down, and they had my back a long time ago.I gave them the option to back the fuck down.They didn’t take it.
The reward for Freya’s death was too damn high.When I got my hands on Harris, there was going to be a special kind of death for him.
“So, point us to the ones you have, and we work from there,” I said.
“We’re going to need your special brand of torture,” Ivan said.
And this made me smile.I had a way of making men talk.
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Freya
One Week Later
I expected to hate being alone with Victor, especially on an island with nothing to do.We found our own kind of entertainment, and while Victor is not attempting to hate me, I actually quite like him.He’s a good guy.
Okay, that might be pushing it, but I do like him.He’s a lot of fun.Behind one of the doors, we discovered a game room, which included a ping-pong table and an air hockey table as well.It did take us a little time to figure out how to get the air hockey table loaded up.
We have spent quite a few afternoons before dinner, just playing games, which was a lot of fun.I didn’t realize how much fun it would be hanging out with Victor.After dinner, we would sit, pick a new movie, watch it, and then go to bed.For the past week, this had been our life, and I liked it.It felt good.
I cooked breakfast, lunch, and dinner.Victor was an early riser, so I set the alarm beside my bed, so I was always up, ready to make coffee.He didn’t like doing any kind of kitchen work, apart from washing the dishes.He was more than happy to do those, and of course I helped him when I could.I loved doing dishes with him, and I realized how silly that made me.
It would seem I liked spending time with Victor, especially when he wasn’t being a pain in the ass or a bully, or shouting at me.Everything else, I was quite happy with.
By the eighth day, I had just finished breakfast, putting the last fried egg onto Victor’s plate.Picking up both plates, I carried them through to the table, then I stood and looked around.Victor had come out, and then the cell phone he’d been given had rung.
He still hadn’t returned, and I spotted him out at the main front of the house, overlooking the ocean.
Heading out, I couldn’t help but smile, as everything felt good and I was so happy.
But then, I heard him.
“Look, I’m doing exactly what you asked me.I’m making her fall for me, okay?I’m going to make this marriage work, and then I’ll knock her up.”
