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I’d be lying if I said the feeling of Wraith’s mouth on me didn’t feel good. I might have to jump his bones after this but that’s not what matters right now.
Jamie laughs.
“Avenge himself?” Jamie says. “Do you really thi—”
Before he could finish his sentence I punch him in the mouth. His teeth breaks some skin on my hand but it’s worth it. Jamie falls flat on his ass, astounded.
“Get the fuck up.” I demand. “Now!”
Jamie gives me a death glare before huffing and standing up.
“I’ll be right here if you need me love.” Wraith says as he sits in one of the theatre seats.
Jamie swings a punch at me and actually hits me in my ribs.
Nice one! Remembering everything My Dark Angel taught me I begin landing hit after hit after hit in all of Jamies weak spots.
Eyes, nose, ribs, jaw, solar plexus, and near his temples.
Blood from the fresh cuts I give him oozes out.
I think I might even have some of his blood on my knuckles.
But that doesn’t mean Jamie didn’t land any good punches on me.
My body aches a little but I barely notice it at the thought of what he did to me with his junk.
It boils my blood which makes my battle wounds seem nonexistent.
From the corner of my eye I see a dark figure running towards me.
Looking at the figure I see Wraith diving to tackle that figure.
That’s when I realize that it’s my own father that Wraith tackled.
“Your fucking ass is mine!” Wraith growls before going to town on Elijah.
A sharp pain ignites from my side. Looking back at Jamie I see he has a stilt in his hand.
He laughs triumphantly at his success to hit me.
He tries to swing again but I dodge the thing.
Where the hell did he even get the fucking stilt?
He continues to swing the stilt at me but now that I’m focused on him and his movements he misses every single swing.
I also take notice that his movements are slowed. He’s tired and that gives me an idea.
“What, that’s all you’ve got?” I ask.
He hesitates before grunting loudly and charging me.
I let him tackle me to the ground. It hurts like a bitch but I take the pain like a gold metal.
He attempts to punch me, but I catch his fists and twist them.
I hear his wrists pop and I smile when he growls in pain.
I let go of his hands and he curls them into his chest as if that will make the pain go away.
Since he’s straddling me I knee him in the balls and turn us over so I’m the one on top.
My knee is still firmly planted on his balls, using them to support majority, if not all, my weight.
“Fuck!” he shouts.
I hear a crunch coming from his body and it sounds like music to my ears. I hear commotion all around me as the gang fight their enemies.
“You’re a lousy excuse for a man and a weak as fuck mafia leader.” I grit in his face. “You’re an embarrassment to all the work your father was known for, assuming he was known for anything.”
That gives him the rage I’m looking for. He reaches for my face and tries to use his thumbs to poke out my eyes.
“Shut the fuck up!” he shouts as we tussle on the ground.
He manages to roll us over, once again straddling me.
He punches me a couple times before I grab his shirt and headbutt him.
Using his current discombobulated state to my advantage I place my foot flat on his chest and push him off me with all my strength.
He stumbles backwards and trips over a row a of seats.
“Awe don’t tell me I hit a nerve.” I tease standing up.
He heaves heavy breaths as he glares at me.
“I mean I couldn’t’ve because I was stating the truth. Your poor dad is probably burning in embarrassment at the existence of you and your title in the mafia world.”
He growls loudly as he charges at me. I catch him by his throat and throw him back like he’s a rag doll. The gesture not only surprises him but me as well. I guess I’m stronger than I thought.
“Sit the fuck down, bitch.” I say.
Of course, he doesn’t listen and charges after me again.
So, I decide to take him head on and charge toward him as well.
When we’re close enough he swings at me, but I dodge his punch and swing around behind him.
Wrapping my arms around his neck as tight as I can I put him in a headlock.
He claws at my arms, drawing blood but it does nothing.
His face begins to turn purple and spit flies out from the corners of his lips, the veins in his head popping out.
I smile at my success at containing him before kneeing him in his spine, hard.
His eyes nearly pop from their sockets at the pain I’m sure he’s experiencing.
I then punch him in the head hard enough to knock him out.
His body goes limp and I let it fall to the ground.
Looking up I see Wraith still fighting Elijah, both of them bloody and bruised.
Wraith though looks sexy as fuck covered in blood and bruises if I may add. Wraith kicks Elijah which angers him enough to pull out a knife.
“Baby!” I shout as Elijah charges after Wraith.
Before Wraith could react to anything Elijah manages to stab Wraith in the side. Wraith groans in pain as his blood oozes out of him and onto the stage their fighting on. Wraith pulls the knife out of his side and flips it.
“You messed up motherfucker!” Wraith says.
Wraith sticks out his tongue and wipes his blood off the blade before giving Elijah a bloody smile.
“I taste good if I do say so myself but the only person who gets to taste me is your son.” Wraith points at me.
“Fuck. Him.” Elijah says. “He’s just an extension of a past I don’t claim.”
I know I barley know the man but that still fucking hurt. No child should hear their parents disown them like he just did me. It’s clear now that all I am to him is a mistake. A mistake he was trying to erase, using his debt with Jamie to do so.
“Kill him baby.” I mutter loud enough for him to hear.
He looks me in the eyes and I nod. “Kill him for me.”
He nods before rushing toward Elijah placing the knife in my fathers mouth. The knife glides through his lips, all the way to the back of his throat. Wraith backs him all the way to the wall on stage left before extracting the knife from his lips.
“He may be an extension of a past you want to forget but he’s the extension to the future I want to claim, a future I can’t see without him.” Wraith seethes in Elijah’s face. “He’s not your problem but my fucking gift from life, don’t confuse the two anymore.”
Then in rapid fire succession Wraith takes the knife and stabs Elijah in the neck.
With his neck dressed in blood Elijah slides to the ground.
He looks me in the eyes as I watch the life in him leave.
I give him a tiny wave with a smile on my face.
Wraith climbs down from the stage and walks toward me.
I check him out, blood, bruises, and all.
“You couldn’t look more attractive right now.” I state.
“Hm.” He hums. “My Angel looks fine covered in battle wounds too.”
He then leans down and kisses me. Our tongues battle with one another at first before he gives up and lets me dominate his mouth.
“I’m the extension to your future?” I whisper against his lips, our forehead pressed together.
“The only future I want.” He replies.
“Hey, we gotta go!” Guildford says.
“I didn’t kill Jamie.” I say, looking around at all the dead bodies that lie on the ground.
“I’ll do the honors.” Wraith says, stalking towards Jamies unconscious body.
I press a hand on his chest to stop him. I feel his heartbeat and it thunders in his ribcage. I look up at him and shake my head.
“I have another idea.” I say. “I want to avenge myself in this... particular way.”
“Flit, you and Wrath get Jamies body and get it out of here unseen and we’ll take care of the rest.” Aziz instructs.
“Yes dad.” Fritzi says, walking toward Jamie.
Wraith looks at me.
“Are you sure?” he asks.
I look down at Jamie and remember what he did to me and nod.
“Confident.” I respond. “Y’all have a chainsaw right? Oh and I want that tank of piranhas from the place he killed Justin.”