“BlackNo.1(LittleMissScare-All)”—TypeONegative
Snuffing the candles, I rose from my small altar and set the small silver blade on the worn wood. The scent of the herbs that had been burning clung to my clothes. For the first time in a long time, my inner demons were quiet and peace enfolded me in a heavy cloak. It was unusual, and I had to wonder what was behind it.
Though I knew. Deep inside, I knew.
It was her.
Dr. Kira Baranov always stilled the beasts that lurked in the darkest corners of my soul. Simply being in her presence was like breathing clean air after a fire. It was part of the reason I’d relentlessly pursued her each time I’d taken Zaka to see her.
I doubted it would last; it rarely did. My whole life, I’d turned to various vices to quiet the ugliness inside me. They all worked temporarily to distract and calm the churning anger I kept tightly leashed.
Noting the time, I left the basement, quickly showered, dressed, grabbed my keys, wallet, pistol, and finally shrugged on my cut. I’d been proud to earn the right to wear the skull with the crooked crown, and not a day went by that I wasn’t. Of course, that was much to my mother’s disappointment.
Truthfully, she didn’t have a lot of room to bitch. She’d ended up falling for one of the members who’d been tasked with getting us away from New Orleans and to a new life. It may not have been the life she wanted for me, but it was in my blood.
My sperm donor may have been a piece of shit, but my grandfather had been a Royal Bastard and so had the man I considered my father. The one who taught me how to be a man.
“Guard,” I told Zaka as I went to the door of the garage. After nine months, he was finally trustworthy enough to leave loose in the house. At least there weren’t any porcupines in there for him to try to play with. I’d made sure the doggie door was secured after he’d gone out to do his business, to be safe.
He pouted with his head on his paws.
“I have a date with Doc,” I said. His ears perked up, and he lifted his head and tilted it to the side as if he understood. His thick tail began to thump. I chuckled and went out, closing the door behind me.
Before I started my bike, I shot her a text.
Me: Make sure you’re wearing jeans and boots. We’re taking my bike.
Doc: uh ok. Do u have a helmet for me? I don’t have one.
Me: I got you
Doc: Why do I feel like I’m gonna regret this?
I laughed out loud.
Me: You won’t
Doc: You’re pretty sure of that
Me: See you soon
Tucking my phone into an inside pocket of my cut, I strapped my helmet to the sissy rest I’d latched on as soon as I’d gotten home with Zaka—I’d been that confident she’d text.
The bike roared to life, and I wracked the pipes as I rolled out of the garage. After hitting the remote to close the door, I took off toward the address she’d texted me earlier.
She lived in a nice area with newer, but modest homes.
I backed up to the curb in front of her house. I’d barely swung my leg over the seat when she rushed out of the house. Giving her a suspicious look, I wondered why she seemed in such a hurry. Especially considering how reluctant she’d been to go out with me.
I took a second to appreciate the tight jeans that hugged her every curve and the tall back boots that encased her calves like gloves. Stifling a groan at the way the long-sleeved T-shirt she wore stretched over her perfect tits, I fought the need to adjust my junk.
“Where’s the helmet?” she asked as she held out her hand.
Crossing my arms, I narrowed my eyes and asked her, “What’s the rush?”
Wide hazel eyes darted to the house, then back to me. That had me raising a brow.
The door flew open, and a woman with brunette hair stuck her head out the door. “I see you trying to sneak out, Kira!”