The chick on her knees releases his cock with a pop and wipes her lips with the back of her hand.
That does it.
“I hope you said your piece to whoever is important to you, because tonight you fucking die!” I laugh like a person fresh out of the loony bin. I'm vibrating with anger. This isn't like me. I'm normally level-headed and rational when I kill. Sure, I'm not really all there in those moments, but I never do something that would get me caught or cloud my judgment. Not when killing, it's too risky.
“Queenie. Please, don't kill her. This isn't her fault, she didn't know. This is all me,” he says, holding his hands out like you do when dealing with a wild animal.
I mean, he's not really that far off. I'm sure the look in my eyes is pretty feral.
But he does have a point. From what I know, Dean only does things with a paid woman; they are just doing their job and don't deserve to die over it because this fucktard screwed up.
“Get out,” I growl at the woman, and she quickly scrambles to her feet, crying now, clearly knowing I'm not bluffing. She goes to race out of the office, but I stop her before she gets out the door. “Let all the women in your company know that Dean Beckett and his cousins are no longer customers. They are MINE. Don’t fuck with the Queen if you don’t want to fucking die!” I don't know if the other guys have ever used this service before, but a warning doesn't hurt.
She nods her head, sobbing, and I push her out the door.
Slamming the door shut, I lock it and spin around back to Dean, finding him tucking his cock back in his pants, but he does not take his eyes off me, knowing that could be a big mistake on his part.
“I'm sorry, Harlow. I'm so fucking sorry,” he croaks, his voice breaking with emotion. “Fuck. FUCK!” he screams. He grips handfuls of his hair and starts pacing.
Wow... Okay, how do I go all crazy bitch on his ass when he looks this destroyed. This is not the Dean I know. He's finally lost it, like full on Humpty Dumpty cracked. From the moment he came into my life again, I made it my mission to watch him slowly lose control, but I had no idea I'd feel this way when he finally did.
“Gah,” he shouts, punching a hole in the wall. “I just couldn't take it anymore! I’ve never felt so out of control in my life. You drive me insane; you make me want to rip my fucking hair out. Yet for some reason, you're all I can think about,” he lets out a laugh like he's the one who's crazy.
I just stand there, stunned at his outburst, and let him continue, but I don't lower my gun.
“I tried. I really tried. But come on! Do you know how cruel it is to just ban us from sex because you can? Because you want to control us. I get you want revenge, and we deserve everything you throw at us, but fuck! If you don't want us in that way, then why not let us have someone else?” He’s breathing hard, his chest heaving.
WhywasI doing this to them? At first, it was just to fuck with them. I was doing it to watch them suffer, but over time, it became more. They aremine, and the idea of someone else having their hands on them makes me want to shoot someone until they look like a piece of Swiss cheese.
Fuck. Fuckity fuck. I'm starting to... like them. Ah, hell. Maybe I should just take the gun and shoot myself in the head; it would keep me from having to deal with the shit show that is my heart and brain battling to the death right now.
Okay, maybe not Axel. I just enjoy watching him suffer. The fucker has been nothing but a grade A asshole, but Dean, Cass, and Neo? They haven't. Sure, the other two have behaved a hell of a lot better than Dean, but still.
“I just needed to clear my head. And I can't do that with you invading it every second of every day. I haven't felt this out of control since we were kids. Back when every time you walked into a room, my brain would go blank, and my heart would threaten to break out of my fucking chest. I just needed to get rid of this motherfucking boner!” he shouts.
I can't help it. I giggle. I know, not the right time, but how he yelled boner was just too funny.
He stops pacing and looks at me with shock, making me laugh harder.
“What's so funny?” he growls. Oooh, he's extra spicy right now, but he's having a meltdown, so I'll let it slide... for now.
I just shrug, not really having an answer.
“Is it the fact that you're the only one who can make me lose it like this? That this new version of you is making me feel things that I used to feel about you when we were kids? Or is it just because you like to see me suffer? Dammit, Harlow, I don't know what to do anymore. I need control. But I can't find it anymore.” He looks lost, broken, and destroyed. All because of me. I know I shouldn't feel bad, not after everything he caused in my life, but my stupid, newly developed heart does.
I blame Rosie and all her awesomeness for this.
With my need to help him find control again, I do something I have never done before. I offer to give up some of mine.
“Take it back,” I tell him, putting the safety of the gun back on and placing it on the table by the door.
“What?” he asks, face contorted in confusion.
“I said take it back. Your control. Take it.” I stalk towards him, slipping the straps off my body and shimmying out of my dress.
The dress didn't need a bra, so now I stand there in nothing but a pair of lace panties.
His eyes switch from feral panic and fear to pure lust. His eyes devour my naked body as I slip out of my panties. He’s seen me naked before, but this is different. This is me offering myself to him, to only him. Something you can see in his eyes that he's been desperately wanting, needing for a very long time.