14. Grimm
14
GRIMM
Standing outside the automatic doors, I watch as nurses, doctors, and technicians weave between each other, floating from room to room. They are completely oblivious to the danger standing just outside their door. Luckily for them, I’m here for one dipshit, and one dipshit only.
My fists clench and unclench at my sides, my jaw grinding. I take a step forward and my eyes narrow, tunnel-vision taking over. The smell of nitrile gloves and antiseptic fill the hospital as I make my way through.
My boots are silent against the tiled floors. A rag doused in chloroform sits snugly in my back pocket. Heads turn in my direction, looking at me warily. My 6’6” frame usually draws the eyes of others anyway, paired with the promise of death that gleams in my eyes.
Except everyone here is too busy to give a fuck about my reasoning for being here. There’s only one person who should be afraid of me right now, and as my eyes lock on the back of his head, I watch his spine stiffen. He slowly turns to look at me from over his shoulder. My steps don’t falter as we lock eyes and I continue straight toward him.
His head snaps forward as he walks in the opposite direction. He can try to avoid me all he wants, but it’s not happening. I’m here for vengeance. I’m here for V, my little monster.
Leo continues to push his little legs to bring him to the safety of his office, but I make long strides and catch up, the predator ready and hungry to pounce on its prey.
He slides into his office and attempts to shut the door, but I’m faster and shove my foot between the door and its frame. My right hand catches the door, aiding my foot, and I make eye contact with Leo. A sinister grin spreads across my face. Oh, I cannot wait to fuck him up.
I push him inside and slam the door, locking it, before I turn to face Leo. He puffs out his chest and puts on his best tough guy act when addressing me. “What do you want, man? Give it up, Grimmothy. You don’t think I see the way you look at her? As good as you think you are at hiding your true feelings, you fucking suck at it. There’s plenty of puss for you at Blackwood. Do you have to relentlessly go after Verena? Yeah, I hear things. People talk. But you know what? She doesn’t want you. I can offer her everything she needs in life. She’s happy. We’re happy. Move on and get out of her life.”
“Alright, first of all, fuck you. That’s not my name. Secondly, you offer her nothing but misery and pain. You think no one knows about what you’ve done to her? I’ve seen the bruises, Leo. She called me for help because you made her your fucking punching bag. You’re done. From this moment on, you’ll wish I gave you the privilege of a quick death,” I say, my tone low and menacing.
“Now are you going to walk out of this building without causing a scene or do I need to kill you right here, right now, hm?” My eyebrows raise, the skin on my forehead wrinkling. Leo sighs and picks up his briefcase. He walks out of his office and through the front doors of the building, towards my car. He reaches for the backdoor, but I stop him and open the passenger seat.
He thinks I’m a fucking idiot. That I don’t expect him to retaliate after I practically kidnapped him. Yeah, right. Like I’d take my chances.
Once he’s seated, I grab his briefcase and move it to the backseat. Now behind him, I rip the chloroform cloth out of my back pocket and wrap my arm around the head of the seat, covering his mouth and nose. Within a few seconds, he’s knocked out cold. “How do you like being drugged, dipshit? Not so fun, is it?” I scoff and shut the passenger side door.
Twenty minutes later, we arrive at Blackwood Cemetery and I grab all my necessities from the car, including Leo. Hoisted over my shoulder, I carry him to join a good old friend of mine. Braxton, the Pumpkin King.
Hooks hang from the ceiling and my dick twitches just at the thought of Leo dangling from them, the hooks piercing his skin with blood dripping down his body.
That image of Verena pops into my mind again. Covered in crimson, she looks so beautiful, unlike anything I’ve ever seen before.
Leo begins to stir, bringing me out of my daydream. I make quick work of tying his wrists behind his back with rope. Once his hands are secured, I hoist him up and align his shoulder blades with the hooks on the ceiling. With force, the hooks rip through his skin and embed themselves underneath his flesh. I wiggle his body to make sure he’s not going anywhere, and he lets out a roar.
“Oh! You’re awake, awesome! You can hang out with my friend Braxton until I get back,” I say enthusiastically.
Leo’s eyes flutter open and he groans groggily. His head falls from side to side until, finally, he’s able to focus on the rotting corpse in front of him.
“WHAT THE FUCK?! LET ME GO NOW, GRIMM!” he screams at the top of his lungs. I laugh. Did he think using his sorry excuse of a stern voice was going to make me obey him?
My phone pings and I whip it out. A text from Eli came through.
Eli
Verena woke up.
My heart beats with a primitive urge to see my girl as I say, “I have to run. Don’t go too far!” Chuckling, I rear my fist backward and slam it into his stomach, for good measure, of course.
As good as it feels to take out my frustrations out on Leo, my heart begins to beat fiercely in my chest. Verena is awake. She can tell us what happened.
We can end him once and for all. Together.