Page 8 of Wreaking Havoc on my Heart

“Don’t bleed on my floor.”

Really, this is Evie’s room, but I have a feeling she wouldn’t want blood stains on the carpet any more than I would. A manic grin splits his face as he wipes the blood from his arm with two fingers, then sticks them in his mouth and sucks it off.All the while, he keeps his gaze locked on mine. I don’t know if I’m turned on or sick by the sight. By the way my knees nearly give out, I’m terrified it’s the former.

I should be horrified, I hate blood. I don’t mind shedding it when it’s needed but usually prolonged exposure makes me woozy.Why would my reaction be any different just because it’s him?

Not wanting him to see my reaction, I flip my hair and stride out his door. I don’t know what just happened, but I’m hoping like hell he can’t tell just how much that affected me.

Chapter 4

Apparently, it’s movie night. E texted me an hour ago and told me to meet them all at the library. I assumed the plan was to use one of the massive rooms here for more planning of some kind but no, instead everyone is watching a chick flick—which is actually kind of hilarious. It’s about this hot blonde who accidentally drunk married Ashton Kutcher in Vegas and now wants to leave him. That would clearly never happen in real life, but okay.

One of the guys orders pizza and I have to admit out of all the foods in the world, this is one I don’t care for. But I know it’s E’s favorite so I decide fuck it, I’ll grab something different later.

I sit next to Laney, my body attempting to shield her from anyone who could hurt her. I don’t know this group's dynamic, and it’s all very unsettling. It’s clear she has something going on with this Arrow guy. But I feel like we had a connection, and whether she likes it or not I feel the need to guard her.

I don’t like the way Alexi keeps eyeing her like he would slice her throat open if she made one wrong move. At least I know I have Arrow as backup if he tries anything. While I understand Alexi’s issue, he also needs to calm down. Am I pissed Laney hurt the girl who’s like a sister to me? Sure, but I can also understand her circumstances. I know Adrik, and he’s ruthless when pursuing what he wants. Case in point, E.

Lev breaks me from my thoughts when he mentions pineapple on his pizza. The idea actually makes a little bit of sense, the sweet combined with the salt should be good. Lev offers me a taste and holy shitballz, that stuff is amazing.

I’m torn because Laney and E clearly can’t stand it, but Arrow loves it and I’m not sure I want to be on his side with anything right now. The way he looks at Laney, like she’s only his to touch, puts me on edge.

I shrug and play along, deciding the middle ground is a good place to be.

I’m beyond surprised E is so against the pizza. She struggled with food after we got her back from the prison camp. She would hide all sorts of snacks in her room and was very specific about meal times staying consistent. When our chef for the compound was late one day shortly after she returned, I watched her have a full-blown panic attack in her room.

I sat there the whole time, not knowing what to do but not willing to leave her alone. I think for her, being deprived of food and water during that time in Syria left a bigger mark than she noticed. It’s gotten better, but I’m shocked she would turn down any kind of nourishment.

When Alexi says he would rather drink wine out of a red solo cup than eat the pizza, I nearly lose it.How else do you drink wine?But Lev makes me full-on belly laugh as he mocks them all. E’s face scrunches up in actual rage over the situation, only making it all the more funny to me.

Boris joins us eventually and E seems to accept his presence in the room. In fact, everyone here seems to get along well. No one seems afraid of one another or appears to be masking their feelings. It’s a room full of people that strangely feels like family to me, and I’ve only just met them. It helps some of the tension leave me so that I can get to know the people around the room more.

Nessa and I end up having a great conversation about sharpshooting. Her knowledge is impressive. She tells me about a bullet she and her father designed that’s supposed to break off in mid-air and have the capability to hit two targets at once.

They have been working on the design ever since she was a child, and while it could only work in very specific situations, it’s a great idea to see come to life. Her passion for the subject is clear; it’s her distaste for her father that seems to throw me off. The Irish mafia has always been a very close-knit family-like group, much like the Italians. It’s strange to see the inner workings and just how much Nessa seems to distrust him with her life and future.

Eventually, we all filter out and back to our rooms. Unfortunately, I have the pleasure of watching Laney’s perfect ass sway in front of me for the entire walk back to her suite. Or fortunately. I don’t know yet.

All I seem to know is that if I don’t get these jeans off fast, my dick is going to have an imprint of the zipper with how painfully hard it is.

We make it back before my cock is severed by my pants, and Laney turns to wave goodnight. I blow her a kiss and wink just to piss off Arrow, but also because I can and want to. I am a criminal, after all. I do whatever the fuck I want.

But when the sound of her moaning comes through the walls a few minutes later, I can’t help thinking I’m not taking what I really want. She’s too young, too innocent and sweet for someone like me.

“Yes,” I hear her scream. I’m so torn between running in there and trying to join them and holding back because Arrow doesn’t seem like someone with the capability to share.

I bite my cheek and take a very deep breath. My fists clench when I hear her again and I decide, fuck it. I lean back on the bed and kick off my jeans. These walls are thick, so if I can hear her, it’s because she wants me to.Or he does.

Either way, it doesn’t stop me from wrapping my hand around my dick and glancing down at the eight metal studs gleaming from between my fingers in the moonlight as I pump in time with every one of her sweet sounds.

I hear a crashing sound, but the whimper that follows doesn’t seem like one of pain.I should know. My hand moves faster over my length and I picture her in that pink skirt, riding me like the magical creature I know she is. I imagine her mouth parting as I slide my piercings into her, stretching her in a way no man ever has.

Then I think about Arrow stepping in, guiding her movements on my cock and helping her ride me even harder. His legs would land on either side of mine, and he would lean her forward so I could kiss her. My fingers would play with her clit, keeping her distracted and relaxed as he entered her ass so we could fuck her together.

The sound of her coming and the vision in my head has jets of cum covering my shirt before I could remove it. Her cries die down, but my heart is still pounding. If only I could allow myself to pursue her, then one day this could be real.

I can’t allow myself to dream of a future with her because I can’t give her all of me. Assassins are incapable of having hearts to offer when they’re in the business of ripping them out of their enemies. So, instead, I push all thoughts of her away and clean up, trying to keep my mind focused on the mission ahead.

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