“I didn’t mean it to be hurtful. It’s something we say all the time.”
A devious smirk stretched across my lips.
“I’m sure you and your peopledo say it all the time, but you’re going to be one of them that’s never going to say it again.”
I stepped off his feet before sending a hard flying fist into his mouth to disorient him before I spun him so that I could take his back.
Once I had him facing the wall, I kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to his knees with a hard thud. Taking him around the neck, I adjusted my forearm so that it pressed into the vein to cut off air to his brain. He needed to be asleep for the lesson I planned to set in motion for him.
The deep grip I had around his neck tightened until I was sure I was pressing the right spot. He continued to struggle, his legs shooting out in front of him and scraping against the floor before his body finally fell limp in my arms.
* * *
It tookme seven minutes to complete my task and return to my wife, who sat sipping her wine while prying eyes scanned her from every direction.
“You didn’t kill anyone without me, I see. You’re a woman after my heart,” I said playfully, making her smile.
“She must have him pussy-whipped,” a male voice sounded, but I hadn’t seen who it had come from.
I turned in the general direction of the voice and prepared to comment, but Mecca beat me to it. She pointed out someone that attempted to ease down in his seat.
“First, own what the fuck you say, coward. Second, stay the fuck out of our bed. Third, if you must know, we have each other whipped. If my husband wanted to fuck me right here and now, I would lay across this table and let him do with me as he pleases. If I wanted to fuck him, I would sit him in your lap. That way, you could shut the fuck up and suffer under the weight of our sex, while I rode him until I couldn’t see straight or until my pussy stopped working, whatever happens first.”
The sip of wine I had taken, along with a few other people’s, went flying out into the air. Several coughing fits were taking place at the same time, as bulging eyes glared at her like she was a she-devil. I honestly didn’t know what to say or do.
Mecca was not going to be boxed in or contained, not by me or anyone else. I had learned the hard way not to push her too far, and to protect her at a distance while she handled her own business on her terms.
Although consumed by shock, I did enjoy her words about us being whipped on each other, and her allowing me to have my way with her. She took her time letting her gaze travel over the room.
“Now, that we’re done with the pleasantries, let’s talk business. If I believed I couldn’t effectively do my job as head of the Black Saints, I’d respectfully step down. But, you all have to at least be willing to allow me the opportunity to show you what I’m capable of accomplishing.”
Smiles covered some of the faces in the room. Not many, but the few I saw were a good sign. Although Stan’s face was drawn tight in irritation, he sat and listened, guzzling from his glass of wine.
After the group settled down, we took our seats and began our meals until loud screams sucked up every drop of attention in the room, causing people to stand from their chairs and gawk in every direction.
“Call 9-1-1!” Helen, George’s current wife, yelled as she came running from the back of the restaurant. Her fingers were covered with blood.
“His tongue’s been cut out. Oh God! Someone has cut George’s tongue out.”
Several sets of eyes landed on me, but they didn’t say shit. I sat back down in the midst of all the ruckus, as others went running in the direction of the bleeding man. He must have crawled his way out of the bathroom.
Mecca leaned into me, planting her smaller shoulder against mine while I leaned in to receive her words. “Thank you for having my back, husband. It means a lot. But, his tongue, though? What did you do with it?”
“I flushed it down the toilet. He wanted to spew shit out of his mouth, so I shipped it off to where it belonged. In the sewage.”
Although she flashed a deep smile, I didn’t miss the hint of pride in her eyes. I enjoyed seeing that smile on her face. I leaned in so that my lips rested at her ear, whispering words that drew her closer.
“He better be glad it wasn’t his life. Besides, I promised you that I would take care of it, and I want you to know that I’ll keep my promises.”
A deep smile filled her face and shined in her eyes. “I think that’s the sweetest thing anyone’s ever done for me.” Her lips met mine for a lingering kiss.
“You haven’t seen anything yet. I’m not done. He’s going to die. I wanted him to know how it feels to live without his tongue. They don’t call me Loud for nothing. His death will be painful and untimely.”
A wicked spark coursed through me at the sight of the sly grin skating across her beautiful face.
“The Lord of Untimely Death is married to Quiet Chaos? I think we are practically soul mates based on our call signs alone,” she said with a devious little giggle. She joked, but I think that there was truth in her words.
Loud and Quiet.I smiled at the thought that our nicknames ranged on opposite ends of the noise spectrum, but stood for nearly the same thing as it pertained to the way we lived our lives.