Abel
There’s nothing like pissing outside , I think to myself as I shake my dick before tucking it back into my black jeans. I reach for the cigarette I had pinched between my lips to crush it under my heel before I walk back to the car.
Rose hates the cigarettes but I reason it’s part of the costume now. I’m in a leather jacket with a ski mask rolled over the top half of my face. I’m not quite sure what I’m dressed as but I know we’re about to fuck this party up.
“Feel better?” Rose asks from the passenger seat once I get in the car.
She’s in a great mood, cheerful as fuck, while I’m somber and on high alert.
One last murder. One more time and then we’re out of here.
“Sure,” I say, trying to keep the adrenaline at an easy level.
We’ve been watching the party since the first guests arrived. It’s now in full fucking swing—with the dull thumping of a bass line—but it’s not hard to tell a party is going on inside.
I snagged a sack of candy off a kid earlier, like the piece of shit I am. Rose rifles through it and pulls out a lollipop.
“Really?” is the only thing I say when she unwraps it and sticks it in her mouth. I never took her for the candy type.
Or the type to suck on anything with as much enthusiasm as she’s showing now.
I make a mental note to introduce her properly to my dick later tonight.
She shifts in her seat and my eyes travel up and down her body, loving how she looks in her black latex body suit with a thigh holster.
Complete with a loaded gun.
Dios mío.
It was a good compromise of sexy while still keeping her covered like she requested. A ski mask is half pulled down her face too, her short blonde hair poking out of the bottom.
She’s making me horny as fuck with that lollipop in her mouth.
I don’t have much more time to contemplate when she opens the car door.
“Come on, Mr. Cartagena. We’re ending someone’s life tonight.”
We. How terrifying.
“Hold on,” I stop her and prop her on the hood of the car.
She leans back as I check her holster one more time, making sure it’s secure. Her thigh is smooth against my knuckles and I grab at the flesh there, scooting her closer.
She pulls the lollipop out of her mouth and grips me by the back of my neck, pulling me to her lips for a kiss that tastes like strawberries and mi espinita.
“Keep it up and I’ll spank your ass and take you home,” I warn her.
I like to think Rose likes fucking me. The harder I slap her ass, the wetter she gets. The more I pull her hair, the louder she moans. I bite her and she comes. I grab her and yank her around and she shivers with fucking excitement,
Fuck , I never thought I’d meet someone like her. So savage in her own right but so submissive when I demand it. Her body is mine.
My violent girl trusts me to fuck her like it’s our last time, every time.
Because who knows? With this life, we never know if it will be.
I only get a smile back as she shoves me away.
She looks so fucking sexy and fun in the black latex suit. She’s sucking on that lollipop again like it’s my dick and I’m about to yank it from her lips when she hops off the hood of the car.
“Time to do what we came here to do,” she says around the stick as she reaches up to pull her ski mask the rest of the way down and I follow suit.
As we approach the smokers sitting outside the party, no one pays her gun any attention. These dipshits think it’s a prop. But they do stare at the way her suit gives just a hint of ass cheek because it’s cut so high.
“What are you supposed to be?” some guy yells out, sounding drunk as fuck.
She pulls her lollipop from her mouth and points the candy toward the guy. “The Grim Reaper. I’ve come to collect.”
She stands there as he chuckles, and I’m worried she’s gonna take out her gun and empty the motherfucking clip into his chest but she just keeps the lollipop pointed to his chest.
“Bang,” she whispers, and then places it back in her mouth before turning to walk away.
All I can do is grin at the sight of her ass as she leads us inside. She’s nothing like the other chicks I’ve fucked. They seem so pale in comparison to her.
Any minute now, everyone will be screaming and scattering like cockroaches.
It’s muggy, like too many people are crowding the same space. I smell the skunky stench of weed in the air and in the corner, I’m pretty sure two people are fucking. Unless they’re doing some sort of humping interpretative dance. Fó.
We make our way through and the farther inside we get, the further Rose is from me. It bothers me, like someone’s pulled an itchy sweater over me. I tug at my ski mask a little, but there’s no relief.
I can only walk a few feet behind her now so we don’t appear to be together, and wait for chaos to erupt.
I have to trust that she’ll get us out of here. Or I’ll have to drag her ass out of here, kicking.
These people are all fucked up, dancing without a care in the world. Doing lines and making out. They have no idea what I’ve unleashed on them. As I stare at the blonde in front of me, with her very real gun, and her crazy ass intentions, I understand that I may as well be pulling the trigger tonight.
I don’t do shit like this. I don’t do shit like this.
I do now.
We’re making our way through when I hear a familiar beat to an old Reggaeton song that I used to love, bringing me back to when I was sixteen at house parties, dancing perreo .
She’s about to walk farther into the mass of bodies when I stop her, taking her hand and yanking her back to me so her back is against me.
“ Baila conmigo,” I murmur in her ear. Maybe she understands, maybe she doesn’t but I let our bodies do the talking. My hand slides down to her hip and I press her against me as I start to move my own.
She sways in time with me, leaning her head back against me and when the lights flicker over her face, I look down to catch her smile. She pushes her ass into my dick and I bite my lip, gripping her by the base of her neck near her shoulder.
“I’ll fuck you right here if you do that again,” I warn her and she turns in my arms, pressing a kiss to my nose before backing away from me.
A small moment of normalcy that she granted me. I’m grateful, even as I watch her disappear into the crowd before it spits her out at the other end.
And I follow. Of course. I’d follow her right into hell, ready to burn for eternity beside her.
I watch as she stops, her eyes on someone on the couch.
I recognize him from a few days ago. He’s wearing a fucking silk robe, like some lame ass Hugh Hefner wannabe. Dark hair, girls all over him. He looks like the type to get away with murder.
And he has no fucking clue what’s headed his way.
I grab what’s hopefully a cup full of beer on the table next to me and walk up to Rose.
“Spill this on him,” I whisper in her ear as I shove the cup in her hand. “Apologize and turn to walk away.” Who the fuck am I? I think as I walk to a nearby doorway to watch.
She wastes no time, pretending to stumble, spilling some on him but most on the girl next to him, who gets up and storms off. Rose leans in, I’m guessing to apologize.
When she turns to walk away, it only takes one look of her ass in that suit to get him to yank her back with a grin. Only a douchebag thinks he can grab strangers that way. And because I relied on the fact that his stupid ass might be, I gave him the perfect set up.
She falls onto his lap.
And she doesn’t get up.
In fact, she adjusts herself so she’s closer.
Mira las tonterías. I have to calm the rage rising within me.
It’s like I’m watching Rose become someone else. My Rose doesn’t sit on strangers’ laps. She doesn’t even sit on mine unless I put her there. But this Rose has her face so close to this asshole’s that I have to fight the urge to pull her off him.
He tries to kiss her but she dodges it.
I don’t like it. I don’t like how close his dick is to her and I don’t like how she smiles as she talks.
I step closer, antsy, hoping this doesn’t go south. All I have is a pocket knife and my sheer fucking will to get us the hell out of here.
“Are my eyes familiar?” she asks loud enough so I can hear.
And I smirk. This is just her way of luring him in. There’s no fucking way I should be jealous of a guy who doesn’t even know he’s dead yet.
He tries to push her off him, but she just gets closer, pressing her face against his. She’s whispering more shit in his ear and his eyes widen as she reaches between them. Judging by the way he pales, I’d guess she has a good grip on his dick.
Shit, that’s gotta suck.
She smiles as she reaches for her gun and I move in even closer to make sure I’ll be able to get her out of here once she’s done.
“Kiss it,” she tells him, and I glance over.
She rubs the butt of the gun over his cheek to his lips and the dumb fuck shakes his head. He tries to yell out, but she presses her mouth against his as she reaches for the ugly ass couch pillow beside them and pushes it between them. When she shoves the gun into the pillow, it’s like the world stops.
I can’t hear it. I can’t even see it, and no one notices when the bullet enters his body. Only the way his body jerks gives it away.
The music, the drugs, and the making out continue and I wonder if it even fucking happened.
It’s almost like that stupid fucking question about the tree falling in the woods and no one being around. Did it really happen, then? The guy shouts but by then, Rose is already reaching for my hand and I’m pulling her up.
“Ready?” I ask, my voice louder so she can hear me. I’m confused for a second as she shakes her head.
She pivots and aims for his head, where everyone can see her. But no one’s looking at her. Everyone’s dancing and drinking and fucked out of their minds.
Until she pulls the trigger and his brains splatter against the white wall behind him.
And then we’re fucking running, through the house, down the stairs and back through the front door.
We get outside and I’m holding her hand, just like we did when we escaped Silverwing. It feels like a fucking lifetime ago , I think to myself as her hand slips out of mine. I hear people yelling inside and when I look back at Rose, I expect to see her right behind me. But she isn’t. She’s aiming her gun again, this time at the drunk from earlier.
“Who am I?” she asks him.
He grins as he tells her she’s the Grim Reaper. He doesn’t realize what the fuck she’s capable of.
Not even when I grab her and toss her over my shoulder.
We get to the car and I set her down against the passenger door.
We need to get the fuck out of here but she’s pushing against me like she wants to run back inside.
“You don’t kill innocent people, remember? That was the deal, Rose!”
“I didn’t get to kill him,” she says, her voice sounding choppy. Like she’s having the hardest time breathing. “I couldn’t…”
“It’s not a big deal, Rose. We didn't go to the fucking party for him. You got who you came for and now it’s over.”
She’s shaking her head before the words have left my mouth. “I have to go back.”
“Absolutely not. Are you trying to get us caught? Get in the fucking car, Rose!”
We’re screaming at each other while everyone around us is running for their lives and I’m getting pissed off.
“You don’t understand,” she shrieks. “There were too many people and George didn’t suffer enough. I have to go back.”
“You can’t change that now. He’s dead! ?Está muerto! The fucker can’t feel anything else you’d do to his body. Now get your fucking ass in the fucking car!” I kick the tire next to her and curse a few more times for good measure.
She’s pulled off her mask and is tugging her hair and all I want to do is pull her in my arms but I don’t know if she’ll turn on me. Ain’t that a bitch?
“You wanna go back? I’d give you the world, Rose. You really wanna go back?” I ask, and she drops her hands and looks up at me.
Her tears have smudged her makeup and there’s spots of red here and there. Blood . How the fuck am I not disgusted by her violence?
“You’d go back?” She whispers the question carefully.
And it’s not like I have a fucking choice in my feelings for her. Not when those beautiful eyes are looking at me like I’m the gatekeeper to all of her dreams. Fuck me. “Sure,” I shrug. “Yeah. Fine. Whatever.”
She hands me the gun and fuck, it surprises me when I start loving the weight of it in my grip. The way the smooth metal slides against my palm.
“Let’s go home,” she says, and she opens the car door and slides inside.
And as I look around, at the people still making their way out of the house just down the road, I click the safety on and put the gun in my waistband.
One last look before leaving this place forever with my espinita.