Chapter 6
NOAH
It was easy enough to find Sly. There were only a few places the bastard could be.
The gym, the field for practice, a game, or firmly shoved up my sweet baby girl's ass, trying to claim something that didn't belong to him.
Lucky for him, it was the first one. I don't know if I'd actually be able to restrain myself from killing him if I found him all over her.
I watch with excitement and anticipation as he leaves the gym, freshly showered, his bag slung over one shoulder and his phone firmly in his grip.
I feel Cordelie's phone vibrate in my pocket, which is a good indication of why he's so distracted, since he's not checking his surroundings as I slink closer to him, using the darkness and lack of light in the parking lot to make my move undetected.
Hot burning wrath flows through my veins as I picture him undressing her, touching her soft, fair skin, and tasting between her pretty legs what was mine.
He has to pay for that with blood, pain, and tears.
He should have kept his hands and mouth to himself; it's an unforgivable sin.
I pull the black, knit ski mask over my face, that I bought from the same store where I got the wooden bat, and ensure the hood of my black sweatshirt is firmly up.
Here's hoping that no one ever links me to the crime I'm about to commit, 'cause the store for sure caught me on camera.
I also better hope they don't link the bat I just bought with Josslyn's credit card.
I don't trust her not to sell me out if they come to question her.
Those are all worries for a later time, and the thought of them won't dissuade me from what I'm about to do.
Nothing will. I have to make sure a message is sent, and if it takes breaking the bones of every man that tries to take what is mine, then so be it.
She's not yours anymore, you lost her, remember?
Sly stops next to his car, his focus still on his phone, as he leans against it casually, and unaware of the danger surrounding him, his fingers flying over the screen.
I feel my pocket vibrate again, but I don't dare to look at what he's sent her.
I don't hesitate, lifting the bat and holding it tightly with both hands, as I swing at the phone in his hands to get his attention.
The thing goes flying from his grip, as he utters a pained cry, landing far from either of us.
He instantly stares at me with shock, but it's too fucking late as I swing the bat again.
This time, aiming for his shoulder, and it connects with an audible crack. "WHAT THE FUCK, WHO ARE YOU?"
He attempts to grab the bat from me, but I slam the end down on his forearm, and then rain it down on his other arm with force.
The loud scream and the way he grips his arm reassure me that I've done some agonizing damage.
Do I feel the slightest bit of remorse that I've probably just ruined his football career, and chances of going pro?
Not in the fucking slightest. He never should have touched her. She's mine, even when she wasn't.
"PLEASE! FUCK! PLEASE STOP! HELP!" Tears slide down Sly's face, as he cradles his arm against his chest and falls to the ground, using his other arm to protect his head.
I kick at his chest, as I slam the bat down once again, this time on his back as he attempts to make himself a smaller target.
Come on, motherfucker, show me the big balls filled with audacity that had you going after my girl.
"Help!" He whimpers as my foot connects with his jaw and blood rushes from his lips.
The sight of the crimson liquid does nothing to soothe my rage.
In fact, if possible, it makes it worse.
It reminds me that I'm bleeding out from the inside too, except my wounds are self-inflicted and invisible.
I bend down and fist his hair, forcing his head back until his brown, tear-filled eyes meet mine.
"I'll come back and finish you off for good, if you don't stay away from things that don't belong to you, fucker."
I bang his head viciously into the tire behind him and, for good measure, slam my fist into his nose until it gushes blood.
The desire to keep hitting him until he stops breathing is overwhelming me, and I know I'm close to losing complete control.
I slam the bat down one more time on his shoulder, and grind my boot into his stomach, before forcing myself away from him.
He's still breathing, but I'm convinced he's now learned the error of his ways, and if he hasn't, I'll oblige him with another visit.
I walk over to his phone and pocket it, fuck him if he thinks he's going to continue to have access to my girl.
You know he'll just get another one, right, or are you fucking dense?
The door to the gym opens up, and a few guys make their way out and head in our direction, and that's my cue to go.
I race out of the dimmed parking lot and down a narrow side street filled with restaurant dumpsters.
I stop briefly to chuck the blood-tainted bat, my blood-streaked hoodie, and the tissues I had stuffed in my cheeks, to disguise my voice, into one of the metal dumpsters.
I rip the mask off, use my lighter to set it on fire, then throw it into the same dumpster.
I walk calmly out of the alley and head to the sidewalk, blending in with other pedestrians, as I head in the direction of Josslyn's student apartment.
I pull out my phone, and open an app that lets me send anonymous texts and calls to my sweet baby girl, without her realizing it's me. I quickly send her a text message that she'll see when she gets her phone back. I hope it makes her smile like it's making me.
Your mouth is so pretty, even when it looks sad. I long to kiss it and make you smile. Everything about you is perfect. You should be mine. You were always meant to be only mine.
That reminds me, I need to deal with that cunt barista at the coffee shop around the corner from her house too.
I've caught him staring and flirting with her, now that he thinks I'm out of the picture.
He's made a big fucking mistake. He thinks he's so slick with those Ken-style blond highlights in his hair and his fake tan.
Fuck that shit, I'll tear his eyes out so he can never look at her again.
I feel my adrenaline spiking once more at the prospect of doing precisely that.
In my mind's eye, I see him lying in a pool of his own crimson blood, with nothing but dark, bleeding caverns where his eyes used to be, as I make him swallow them and he begs me for mercy.
Shit, I'm partially hard with just the thought of hurting him.
The darkness inside of me writhes and enjoys the madness I'm slowly descending into.
The one I can't seem to hold back now that Cordelie seems to be out of my reach.
I need her back before I completely lose my mind.
I stop in front of the corner store across from Josslyn’s building, knowing full well I'm going to need something in my system to get through this night.
As I reach for the door, I notice the specks of blood on my fingers and quickly hide them in the sleeves of my shirt.
Fuck, I have to be more careful, or I'm going to get caught.
After purchasing a six-pack of beer, I quickly cross the street, and a girl in her building lets me inside with a flirty wink.
I try to avoid the lobby camera so it doesn't register my actual arrival time.
I need Josslyn to be my alibi in case Sly realizes it was me.
Is it sick that I'm willing to put her in the middle of all this to protect myself, and use her as a shield?
Probably. Will that stop me? Not likely.
I'll make sure she has a good time tonight so it's worth her while.
I reach her floor and knock on her door, and the minute she opens it, I grab her by the neck and push her inside, tearing her clothes off her.
She doesn't even get a word out before I'm using my hand to choke her and force her to her knees.
"Be a good girl, Joss, and take out my cock, he wants to visit with your slutty throat," I demand, the adrenaline from the attack still strumming through my veins.
I drop the six-pack on the side table and fist her hair, but my brain screams that the color is wrong, and it should be dark brown instead of blonde.
Her hands tremble as she releases me from the confines of my pants and licks at the head of my cock.
I know I should be gentler with her, but my patience is all gone for the night.
My grip on her hair causes her to cry out in pain, and when her lips pry open, I shove her on my cock until I'm hitting the back of her throat like a savage.
She chokes and gags, tears streaming down her face, but honestly, I think she's prettier this way, and we both know she gets off on me using her like a whore.
"That's it, my dirty slut, swallow me down, milk me good.
You were born to be such a pretty whore, Joss. "
She starts sucking me in earnest, deep-throating me like the whore I just called her.
One of her hands wraps around my base, jerking me off as I thrust into her throat, while the other softly cradles my nuts.
I can feel my orgasm already rising up my spine with an electric zap.
I'm so close to the edge of insanity after reading Cordelie's texts to Sly, and watching that video, that I won't be able to hang on much longer.
I close my eyes and tilt my head back, as I thrust my cock punishingly down Josslyn's throat, and force her to take all of me.
I shove her face viciously against my pelvis as she struggles to breathe, with my hold on her fake tresses, and I feel a few strands give way in my grip.
It's not Josslyn's or the girl in the video's faces I'm seeing behind my shuttered eyes.
It's Cordelie, and how enraged she looked at me in the hallway when she bumped into me earlier today.
"Fuck, sweet baby girl, so fucking good," I groan as I come down her throat.