Page 79 of Saviour

Sure, I’m annoyed we didn’t get to do it ourselves, but I can’t be mad at her for it. She did what all of us wanted to do, and at least he’s fucking gone.

She nods and turns away again, looking out at the grounds. I know she’s sceptical of me, so I decide to say my final piece now.

“We’re not friends. Like I said, I don’t know you and I’m protective of both Dax and King. They’re my family and so far all you’ve done is cause trouble.” I wince a little because I feel like I’m just digging the knife in deeper. Dax would be scowling at me right now if he could hear. “But I respect you. I want to be upfront. I haven’t got a problem with you, Theo. But”—I turn my whole body to face her head-on—“if you hurt either of them, I most definitely will hurt you.”

She nods, like she knew that was coming and I feel happy that I got it off my chest.

“I understand. However, I think it’s impossible to hurt him,” she replies and I know she’s talking about King.

I see him slowly making his way closer to us, that flash of guilt in his eyes. I guess we’re both trying to make amends today. I know he likes Theo. I know he’s had feelings for her for years. How deep they go, I’ve never known, but I think he’s starting to figure it out.

“You’d be surprised.” I wink and saunter off in the direction I came.

I look up at the house and see Dax standing on the patio. He lifts two thumbs up with a big smile on his face and I roll my eyes, flipping him the finger before running out of sight.

* * *

A few weeks later,after I called a sort of truce with Theo, things have been pretty normal. King and Theo seem to have worked it out and although they bicker like they’re kids, it’s still nice to see King happy for once.

Me and Dax are on the front steps, gun training and hitting targets. He hates it when I ask to train with pistols because I do get a little trigger happy. But I can’t help it. I get to shoot things off a wall and shoot holes in dummy heads.

This shit is fun!

He claims there’s no reason for me to need to be able to use a gun, and whilst I counter back every time that he’s in the mafia, he just shrugs his shoulders. But he can’t resist me, so I always get my way.

My hair is pulled out of my face in one long French braid and I’m wearing all black to get into the zone.

“You know you don't have to dress like some sort of ninja every time.” He rolls his eyes and I spin the gun around my fingers, watching him flinch because I don’t always do it right and sometimes drop it. He shits himself every time.

“I do. I look cool. Besides, you know that you—”

But before I can finish my sentence, a loud scream pierces the air coming from inside and without a single hesitation from either of us, we run.

Dax pushes the office door wide open and we both burst through, guns at the ready, only to find a naked Theo and King going at it behind the desk.

Theo screams again, covering her breasts, whilst King hides where they’re joined with his stupid fedora hat that I always tease him about. He isn’t in an old-school gangster movie, for Christ’s sake.

I smile instantly because what a position to find yourself in. I stay rooted to the spot when Dax grabs hold of my arm, pulling me backwards, even though I try to protest because I think this is funny as fuck.

“We’re going to need some boundaries, King. Fuck your girl in your own space so I don’t think she’s getting murdered,” Dax shouts over his shoulder and I just continue to laugh.

“Why have you never fucked me in the office?” I cackle and Dax looks just about ready to rip my head off.

“Rori, shut the fucking door.”

He storms off and I quickly run back to the office, seeing them both in the same position. “Sorry,” I squeak, knowing I need to have a conversation with Theo about this later.

I eventually chase after Dax and find him rushing off down the driveway. I know exactly where he’s going, so taking my time, I take a leisurely stroll through the woods to our lake, knowing it would piss him off that I’m taking so long.

When I arrive, there’s no sign of Dax, just the swan floating peacefully. I have no idea if it’s actually the same swan anymore. I looked it up and it said the average lifespan is around twelve years. So I’m hoping it’s still the same swan that gave me company all those years ago.

When Dax still doesn’t make himself known, I strip out of my black clothes and dive head first into the water and when I rise up to the surface, I see him standing above me on the bank, looking down at my pile of clothes and then at me.

“You know anyone could be watching you out here and you swim naked?” he asks calmly.

I smile and swim closer to the edge.

“The only one lurking out here is you.”

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