Twenty Seven
Ana
Idon’t waste time in tossing my hoodie and pants on when Axle leaves, but trust he is right it’ll be enough if I stay in here. Even still, I can’t help but feel a bit nervous and immediately my mind goes to food. I wish I had some chocolate and make a mental note to ask Axle later. If the man can get rum, then I don’t think chocolate would be a big ask. I smile at the mundane request, almost like old stories of before The Split.
“Bring me chocolate and flowers,” I mutter to myself, thinking of an old romance novel I found.
My mind is still reeling from what he told me even though he didn’t really get to finish. I’ve heard of things like bloodlust before but never really put much weight into it. I can’t imagine how it would feel to go through life with an undercurrent of anger and an addiction for blood shed. I’m still not totally sure what he meant by the flames, much less how I changed anything.
My stomach grumbles again reminding me I’m stressed and had sex all night and therefore need sustenance. Rummaging through the food bins, I don’t hear someone approaching until there is a knock on the door. Immediately my body goes into defense mode, my eyes darting around as I try to decide whether to hide or answer it.
I smile when I see a butterfly knife on the table. Not as big as some blades, but still deadly and it looks to be in good condition. Fuck this. I stride over to the door with confidence, the knife in one hand. Puffing up slightly to make myself as big as possible I take one more deep breath before adopting a scowl and opening the door. My mouth drops in shock when I see who is on the other side.
“Oh,” the nun wearing a lot of makeup says. “Didn’t mean to surprise you sweet thang. Is Axle here?”
I blink a few times trying to process this.
Of all the things I did not expect to see in The Tomb, a nun who calls me “sweet thang” is right up at the top of the list.
Then I remember comments from others.
“Nuns not enough for you anymore, brother.”
I feel the jealousy rise within me, heating my entire body along the way. An unfamiliar emotion yet one that seems to come quickly and easily. Red seems to flash before my eyes, and I don’t realize I’m literally standing there huffing and staring at her until she speaks again.
“You okay, sugar? You look a little tense,” she says with a mockery of a pouty bottom lip. Adopting a sultry expression, she takes a tentative step forward.
“You know, if Ax isn’t around then I’m sure I can take care of that.” Her hand comes out to touch me, I’m sure in what she intended to be a provocative move. It spurs me into action finally as I get a grasp on the situation.
Growling, I grab her hand in midair and squeeze eliciting a shriek from her. I am immensely satisfied as I feel her hand crunch beneath mine and she drops to her knees.
“I-I’m sorry I-I didn’t…”
“What thefuckis going on!” a voice booms behind her. I’m still glaring into her eyes even though I recognize the voice. Jealousy and rage at the thought of this whore-nun fuckingmy manand then hitting on me is too much. The look of fright on her face is incredibly appealing, and I think I understand a little better what Ax meant when he said it was addictive.
“An-Josh drop her,” Ax says sternly, stepping up behind me. I gnash my teeth for a moment, not at all wanting to comply. I squeeze one more time making her cry out again before dropping her hand and stalking away across the room.
“Ax — baby—what the fuck! Your fucking guy here just about broke my hand!” The nun whines, her eyes darting between watching me warily and pleading to Ax. I swear if he says one fucking nice word to this bitch, I’m gutting them both.
Huh.
Never been jealous before, this is an interesting sensation.
Axle’s eyes don’t leave me, even as the whore-nun continues to whine and plead at his feet. I see her reach a hand toward him and fire ignites behind my eyes.
“Why don’t you send him away, baby?” I hear her say. “Normally you know I wouldn’t mind sharing but not with this asshole. Come on baby, let me take care of…”
As she’s saying the last word her hand touches his and he pulls it away with a scowl and she whimpers. When he sees she is visibly cowed he turns his attention back to me.
“Josh, calm the fuck down,” he tells me, and I only then realize I’m clenching my fists so tightly blood is welling on the surface. I unclench and flex my fingers a few times, waiting to see how he’s going to handle this one.
“Sammi,” he says, and I assume that must be the whore-nun, “Your services won’t be needed today.”
“But-but, Ax…” she starts to respond before Ethan walks up behind them, a frown on his face.
“Ax, man, what the fuck is going on?” he asks, looking between me standing there still glaring at Sammi, who is still cowering on the floor in front of Ax.
“Ethan, do you want Sammi?”