Chapter 4
Chapter Four
Roman
Iwatch as my little snake sleeps comfortably on my chest, feeling the rise of her chest as she softly snores.
I don’t know what’s going on but something deep inside tells me she’s in danger—we are in danger.
The worst part is that she’s blind when it comes to whatever her name is—it's like she can’t see the real face behind the mask.
But that’s my little snake for you, too naive for a world that’s too cold.
You’d think she’d know better. But her friend is just a pretty package, all gloss and no soul— and I don’t fucking like her.
I tolerate her for Xena... for the friendship and sisterhood she desperately seeks, but I see through the glitter facade.
I see a snake… and unlike Xena, that woman is poisonous.
Just gotta get my girl to see it, and that’s the tricky part.
I’m barely getting any sleep… every creak of the floorboards, every flicker of movement, I'm ready to slit someone's throat.
Even while I’m working, I’m consumed by the thought there's something wrong. I mean it’s not like the messages aren’t a clear indication, but I just hate waiting for the shoe to drop. I’m the kind of man who hits first and asks questions later.
But being hunted by ghosts I can’t name? A face I've yet to encounter. Makes my skin itch.
I walk the streets looking for a trace of familiarity.
I even went as far as looking shit up on the web, trying to find anything on Vik or the golden boy’s other brother, but he’s untraceable.
Or maybe I’m just stupid. I fill my lungs with the smell of her shampoo, holding on to every part of her.
Dread creeps up on me. There’s not many things that can scare me but losing her… completely does.
The thought alone is enough to send me into the deep end.
I don’t know what I would do without her—but I do know I would be heartless.
I’d be alive but not living. Without her life has no meaning.
My arms tighten around her sleeping, naked body, pulling her farther into mine. I mean it when I say that I’m obsessed.
Sick with her illness.
My cock hardens instantly at the feel of her soft body, her healthy body—no longer flesh and bones from her addiction.
I’m proud of her—months clean, and not because I kept her from using, but from her own choice.
She’s choosing sobriety this time and that only made me fall harder for her.
The pad of my fingertip traces softly along the curve of her spine as I slip inside her—holding her.
I don’t want to fuck; this is more to connect as one.
To find my peace within her...
Whoever is after us, they might think they know what I'm capable of, but they haven’t seen shit yet.
Hell will be a relief to the void I would unleash on them—my love is violent.
And she’s the leash that keeps the demon at bay.
There’s no limit to what I would do to protect what’s mine.
Closing my eyes, I continue to trace patterns along the length of her back, inhaling the smell of sex that still lingers on her skin.
Letting the woman of my dreams lull me to sleep.