Page 16 of When Sinners Fall
Following him just keeps winding me into a rage of hatred, but I keep doing it. I let it build and remind me what it was like to drag shit like this out. It’s her panic that’s drawing it out of me. Either that or this damned sense of possession that continuously snakes through my veins. I know it’s wrong – I am – but no way in hell is any other dick going near her now I’m invested. She’s mine for as long as I see fit. No changing it unless I think that’s the right thing to do. And I’m so far away from that train of thought, I’m more morally screwed than I normally am.
He ends up heading inside an old, crumbling building and moving for the back of it. I follow and eventually find myself in a rough part of the neighbourhood that needs no explanation. I stand in the shadows and watch him catch up with some other guys, watch him laugh and try telling them about his night. Fucker. Still, these are drug-fuelled junkies who won’t care who I am. There's no respect from them. No realisation about the real world or who's in charge around here. There’s at least eight of them that I can see, and I’m not carrying a weapon tonight.
Nothing else for it.
Picking out my phone, I dial in reinforcements and light a smoke, waiting for the sound to come through the back streets. It's less than ten minutes before I hear the rumble of his car coming, and seconds before he’s stalking into the gloom to find me.
I don’t need any more than that.
I’m out into the old, broken streetlamp’s glare and crossing the dirty ground like hell just let loose out of me. Three guys turn on me instantly, their bodies trying to block my path. Two shots fire over my shoulder, taking both down before I even have a thought about managing them.
So I keep moving, still focused on the little fuck that touched what wasn’t his to touch.
Another two get in my way, and then I see the one I want trying to make a run for it. I take them both on, clearing my own way, and then feel a hustle of prime male getting straight at another two of them from the side. He barges them out of the way so I can keep going straight at the one who’s backing himself up into a dead end. A wail of sheer fucking agony comes echoing behind me, followed by some more crashing and fighting.
I’m almost laughing as I head down the gloomy, back alley, really beginning to lose it under the thought of us both playing hardball together. Haven’t done that for a while – haven’t needed to. But now, here, we’re the strongest Cortez brothers on a mission to cause damage.
Little ass up front starts working out he’s got nowhere to run. He backs up to a block of dumpsters, then looks up and around to see if he can climb a wall or pull some stairs down. Not going to happen. He’s all backed up with no getting out. Makes me rip the sweater off me, tossing it at the ground so I can get on with what needs doing in the most vicious way I can think of. No one touches anything that's mine anymore. I screwed up once years back. Never again.
The hard sounds of Abel come just as I’m thinking how best to make pain happen, his low laugh enough to cause me to really start flipping out. “Brother,” he says in greeting.
I reach for some old pipe laying around and grab it to me. Abel just leans on a wall to keep my back clear of problems, making his presence felt without having to do a damn thing other than that. He does laugh some more as I start moving in, though. He chuckles like it was him who just unleashed me. It wasn’t. Not this time.
It was my Wren Bird.
That’s about the last thing I think until I get all the rage out and it’s done.
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The grunt that comes out of me, as I cum, is low and groaned.
I stare at the paper bird I made last night through the steamy, glass screen, unsure what the hell I’m doing. Part of me wishes I wasn’t thinking about fucking her while I got this cum out of me, but I was. I was thinking about what’s under those clothes these days, and what it would taste like when I drive my tongue inside her.
Paper birds. Wren Bird.
My hand braces the wall in the shower, breath panting, limbs strained. I’ve not released a damn thing. It’s still pent up inside me and still perverse in nature. I’m losing my mind about her. She’s all that keeps going around in my head. Where is she? What’s she doing? How would that mouth feel around my dick? How hard does she like it? Would I fucking care given my mood about her?
Not sure I would.
The sound of my door slamming breaks the spell I’m in, and I look up under the water pouring down on my neck. Only two people have a key to this place – Knox and Abel. Doubt it’s Knox this early in the day.
My hands eventually brush my hair back, and I step out and grab a towel. Doesn't take long before I'm hiding that bird and walking out to find Abel waiting for me in the main room. He's stock still like he always is, broad shoulders almost blocking the sun that’s streaming in the space.
He looks back at me. “You gonna tell me what that was about the other night?” I’m not telling him a damn thing about why I killed a junkie, let alone Wren. Last thing any of us need is him knowing someone means something to me. “Haven’t seen you like that for a while.”
I wipe the towel over my face and hair, then tie it around my waist. “Elias.” That’s all I need to say as far as I’m concerned. He knows as well as I do how much that’s cutting me up.
He turns and gets himself in front of me, giving me no room to outmanoeuvre his stare. Still, I’m not saying a damn thing. “No. It’s something else. You felt that killing. I know the difference with you.”
I tie the towel around my waist a little tighter and stand firm as he moves away from me. “What do you want, Abel?”
“A brother can't come see his closest one?”
I frown, wondering what that means. Regard or brotherly attention is usually the last thing on his mind. “No.”
He looks back at me, as he wanders around my space, and draws his stare over my exposed skin. I don’t have the patience for his mind games this morning. I’ve only just got in from sitting on a bench outside her house all night, and I’ve got enough shit to be getting on with today on two days’ worth of no sleep. “Fair enough. Where were you last night?”
“You're checking up on me?”
