“Dude, I'm fucked in the head, but I'm not that fucked. I mean water play, sure. Not for me, but for anyone who does it, that's their own choice. But shit?” A disgusted shiver takes over her body, and she scrunches up her face, making the cold-blooded killer in front of me look so adorable.Mine!my beast screams from within me.
“I've disemboweled men before, and that image I just had in my head is far more disturbing.” She shakes her head, and I smile to myself. I can't help but shamelessly check out her plump, round ass in her skin-tight leggings. I wonder if I’ll ever get access to that entrance? I already pushed my luck today; I'm not gonna risk asking that just yet.
Catcalling ahead of us gets both Harlow's attention and my own. “Hey, you sexy mama, why don't you bring that fine ass over here and let us show you what it's like to be satisfied by some real men,” a guy shouts as he and his buddy get off the steps of the apartment building, we’re about to pass.
Both are tall and buff, bigger than me, but I can take them down in two seconds flat. Something tells me that Harlow doesn’t need, or want anyone to save her, but there are two of them, and I want some fun too. One for each of us. Right?
I look at Harlow, and she gives me a megawatt smile as if reading my mind. Slipping my hand into my pocket, I palm my switchblade, which I always carry around with me for fun.
As we come face to face with these men, they look Harlow over like she’s a snack, and me like I'll snap as easily as a twig. Fucking dicks fucked with the wrong cuckoo’s nest tonight.
We both just stand there and do nothing for a moment. As soon as they look at each other confused, Harlow and I pull out our weapons at the same time; a dagger for her and my switchblade for me. Simultaneously, we jam the sharpened metal right into their carotid arteries. They grunt in pain, but it quickly turns to gargling as we rip the blades back out. They drop to their knees while holding their necks, trying to stop the blood, but there's no point. The blood spurts out, gushing like tiny waterfalls. Harlow is watching the blood as if she's some rich bitch eyeing up some shiny-ass jewelry at Tiffany’s.
She shakes her head and looks at me. We burst out laughing as we take off running. Me in deep belly chuckles and her in giddy giggles.
Harlow pulls out a cell, saying, “Hey, E. I need you to do a sweep on 51st on the west side.” How the hell can she run so fast in those damn heels?
She hangs up the phone just as we reach the car. She hops in the front, and I take the passenger.
“Fuck, that was awesome,” she cheers as she revs the engine and hits the gas. We race through the empty streets in the direction of her club.
“Umm, should you call your crew or something?” I ask, looking in the rearview mirror behind us.
“Nah. Miller will know it’s me. He’ll write it off as gang activity. If I make too many bodies disappear too close together, even Miller has trouble covering it up,” she pouts. “I've had to start finding playdates around the country and bringing them to me. Not easy, but fun.” She laughs. “Speaking of, I'll have to talk to Evie and see if she has anyone lined up for this month’s D-Day.” She is practically bouncing in her seat at the idea. I smile at her, knowing that that happiness comes from murdering another room full of men. True love is right here, even if she doesn't see it. Maybe she will someday. I know in the future, I'm gonna marry this woman, and we can spend the rest of our lives murdering people on a daily basis. Sounds like heaven... or hell.
Cassius
THE DOORBELL RINGS, and I open it to greet the wicked witch of the west, otherwise known as Rosie's mother, Briana. I'm about to say something to her when I get interrupted by Neo.
“Is that Bob?” Neo shouts as he rushes to the door. When he sees Rosie’s mom, he sneers. “You're not Bob. My order was for a goat, not a snake.”
Briana sneers back. “Aren't you a grown man? You're too old for a backyard petting zoo.”
“But I love Susie,” Rosie says quietly, peeking out from behind her mother’s leg. My face splits into a wide grin.
“Hello, My Little Princess,” I say, crouching down, opening my arms for her. Her face lights up as bright as mine.
“Daddy!” she cheers as she rushes into my embrace. I wrap my arms around her, and hug her tight to me. She snuggles into me, with her face tucked into my neck. “I missed you, Daddy.”
“I missed you too, Sweetie.” I sigh, feeling all my worries wash away for just a moment by her presence alone.
“Don't be silly, you saw him a few days ago,” Briana scoffs.
“Well, if you ask me, with you dropping her off every other day to go off and do God knows what with your rich boy toy, you may as well just leave her here,” Neo snarks. I give him a warning look. I don't need him poking the bear and pissing her off. I don't mind that she's been dropping Rosie off more. Harlow has been pretty chill with it. I mean she makes me show her proof because it really has been every second day recently.
We’ve been working for Harlow for a little over two months now, and she has been bugging me to see Rosie. I want to introduce her, but with Rosie’s inconsistent schedule because of Briana’s disregard for anyone other than herself, meeting someone new might be a little too much right now. And knowing Harlow, having Rosie around will become an all-the-time thing.
Our jobs have been a lot tamer than what we thought working for a serial killer would be like. Her club and her workers are her top priority, and because summer is here, tourists have been coming in more and more. This makes her club her full-time gig and leaves us having to work as security most of the time.
I can see that she's itching for a kill. She has had one mini D-Day since we first reunited with her. We weren’t able to watch because we were working, but we did hear Neo fucking her brains out later.
He loves to rub it in any chance he gets that he’s getting all the sex, and we are not. Axel and Dean have been real assholes lately, always bitching about her when we get home. We even got into some fights.
I feel like they may try and test her soon, and that's not good for them. Just because Harlow has seemed pretty tame these days, it doesn't mean she won’t snap at any moment. Even Lucas and the guys think she's been acting too... normal. They told us not to be surprised if she explodes soon. So, for the sake of staying alive when she does, I'll stick to her conditions.
“Rosie, why don't you go out back with Uncle Neo and feed Susie, while I say goodbye to mommy and start your supper, okay?” I give her a kiss on the cheek and set her down.
“Come give mommy a hug, Rose,” Briana says. Rosie looks at her unsure, then over at Neo.