Six - Evangeline
After having showered and changed, I knocked on the door of the chef’s house, which was not too far from the restaurant. Police had cordoned off the area, and a crowd of people lingered behind the wall of yellow tape, craning their necks, their voices murmuring with theories about what had happened. Of course, there were no witnesses, much to the police’s frustration.
No one ever talked in this part of town as the ones who did got their tongue ripped out. Or their hands chopped off if they were already mute – assumingly.
I never actually saw or heard of that, but it had to be what happened. Bit disablist if they didn’t. Fair enough being a murderous gang member. Not cool if you were a prejudice dick.
At the sound of heavy footsteps on the other side of the door, I turned my thoughts from the crime scene and put on my best ‘I’m not here to stab you’ face. Even though the chef didn’t know me in this form, people around here were a bit paranoid about opening their doors to strangers due to the pretty high chance of being stabbed.
The door opened a sliver.
“Hi. I’m with the council, and we got many complaints about your new paint job.” I leaned back and tilted my head to look pointedly at the rainbow vagina covering the left side of his house. Some spots were more radiant than others, the magic paint I’d mixed up making it shinier the more he scrubbed. “Although it’s been done really well, sir, you really can’t have that up.”
Throwing the door open, he glared at me. Violent eyes promised to stab me if I didn’t get off his front step. “I didn’t fucking paint it, you dumb cunt, so you can –”
Smiling happily, I kicked him hard in the balls, and as he started to drop to his knees, I slashed a knife across his forehead. It was a shallow cut, but it bled profusely into his eyes.
He growled, and I punched him in the solar plexus, shutting him up and forcing him back into the house as he fell onto his ass. Whistling, I stepped inside and shut the door behind us. “Now that you’re in my debt –”
The fucker tried to kick me.
Spreading my wings, I launched high into the air, then landed on his face, my thighs spread on either side of his head, my knife at his throat. “Now be a good boy and stay still, or I will take great pleasure in cutting this open.”
Growling, he stilled.
“Good. Now, as I was saying. Now that you’re in my debt –”
“How the fuck am I in your debt? You attacked me!”
“But I didn’t kill you when I clearly could have gone for your throat. That counts as me saving you, and as you know, being saved means you owe –”
“You’re insane!”
“Obviously.” I sighed. “Look. I really don’t have the time for small talk, hence the blackmail instead of asking you out, but I need a date in an hour and a half and –”
He slammed his fist into my side, knocking me off him and into the wall. As I tried to scramble to my feet, he grabbed hold of my ankle and swung me like a wrecking ball. My head snapped into the corner of the key table, and bright flashes erupted behind my eyes.
“You think I wouldn’t recognise you in your new face!”
Um...yeah… That was literally the whole point of going through the agonising pain of changing it.
I threw up my arms as he swung me into the back of a sofa, protecting my head. A bone snapped, and I gritted my teeth.
“You really need to get better at asking people out like a normal person,” Aurelia said very unhelpfully.
“Yes, because he totally would’ve said yes then!”
Releasing my leg, he tossed me across the living room, and I slammed into a picture on the wall, fracturing the glass. It rained down on top of me as I hit the floor, bits slicing my arms and legs.
“You killed my wife!” he roared, running for me, his hands outstretched.
Pressing my feet against the wall, I kicked off it, sliding across the wooden floor and into the kitchen. He swung around for me, his face contorted in ugly rage as I rolled over my head and onto my feet. Grabbing a new knife out, having dropped the original one at some point, I held it up in front of me.
“Now calm down. We can still talk this through. We’re going to a couple’s therapy retreat thing, and I think we’ll really benefit –”
Swiping his hand across the coffee table, covering it in a red dust, he raised it to his face and sniffed hard.
Oh fuck me. Berserker Juice was Lav Nera’s newest drug, giving its user increased strength while making them completely ignorant to pain. He would still die the same, but I wouldn’t be able to put him down without breaking his neck, which wouldn’t kill him due to our healing ability, and that was fucking massive.
“Really?” I asked dryly, straightening a tad to let him know just how annoyed I was. It had been less than a minute since I’d propositioned him to be my date, and already, he was trying to kill me. Worse, he knew who I really was. I couldn’t let him live now, which really put a fly in my rum. “You wouldn’t happen to know any single men around here, would you?”
“Single?” he roared, his rage increasing – whether from the drug he’d just inhaled or because of me, it was hard to tell. “I’m not single! I’m widowed, you piece of shit!”
“Oh my gods, how are you still going on about that? I killed her a week ago. Get over it.”
“I loved her!”
I stared at him, my mouth dropping. “You two argued all the time!” I’d had to follow her for two days before I’d got an opening to kill her and had got a front row seat to the worst marriage in the world. She’d hit him. He’d hit her. She’d screamed at him for being a piece of shit. He’d screamed back. Even while they had slept, it had been a constant battle of blanket stealing and kicking each other off the bed. I’d risked killing her when I didn’t really have an opening (hence him catching me) just to get them to shut up.
Roaring, he charged, clearly not in the mood to explain the intricate nature of his marriage.
Knowing I wasn’t a match for his muscled strength, especially not when he was hyped up on Berserker Juice, I jumped over the counter and back into the living room just as he ran into the kitchen. His back to me, I threw my knife at him and quickly pulled out another one.
He spun, not even noticing he’d been stabbed to the hilt close to his spine. If I threw any at his front, he’d just pull them out and attack me with them. I needed to take him down without him noticing.
Roaring, the chef raced towards me. I spread my wings to launch into the air, but just as I started to fly away, he grabbed my ankle and slammed me into the wall. A picture shattered behind me, bits of glass cutting into my back. Thank the gods my wings had been spread, or he would’ve shredded them to pieces.
Holding me up, he jumped into the air and pummelled me into the ceiling. Plaster rained down on us. My vision blurred blindingly. As I struggled to grab another knife, he threw me at the ground. I landed on my head. The blade skittered across the floor, and I scrambled after it on my hands and knees, trying to see through my wobbly vision.
A massive weight dropped onto my back. Crushing the air from my lungs with his bulk, the chef sneered, “I’m going to cut you open with the same knife you used on my wife.”
Aw fuck!
That’s just embarrassing, Aurelia chimed in. A rookie mistake bringing the same knife here.
Naw, really?
If my daughter ever found out about this, she would never let it go.
Grabbing a fist of my hair, he yanked my head back, exposing my neck. I struggled to get my hands free from underneath him, unable to cast any magic without using them as conduits, but he was too heavy.
He pressed my own knife against my throat.
A curse banged around my skull.
But just as the blade started to cut into my skin, there was a sudden crack and he dropped fully on top of me. The knife clattered to the ground. I tried to wiggle out from under him, but his weight hadn’t reduced any.
And then he was being dragged off me, freeing up my lungs, then my hands. Grabbing the knife, I scrambled out from under him and spun around to face the newcomer.
My jaw dropped open at the sight of him.
Hot.
Daaaaaamn.
The man was fine.
Dark-maroon spiky hair I could bury my fingers in. Hot silver eyes that were either looking at me like he too wanted to kill me or as if we were in a bedroom and I had my legs around his neck. His tattooed neck. Gods, I was a sucker for non-rune tats, and this guy had a snake baring its fangs, curving up his throat to his ear. The lower half of his ink disappeared under the collar of his black, red-accented robes – robes that were poorly hiding a massive erection. He was definitely looking at me like he wanted to fuck me.
I licked my lips as I grinned at him.
Maybe he can be my date.
He did just save me instead of trying to kill me, so that’s a better start than –
Oh fuck. He just saved me.
Dammit.
My eyes narrowed in annoyance. If I nearly killed him now and then saved him to get out of being in his debt (loopholes for the win), he’d most likely end up like chef guy. Which meant I was going to have to suffer being in his debt until after I dealt with the head of the Raveni.
Which made me really want to kill him, not going to lie.
I hated being in debt.
Absolutely loathed it.
But sacrifices had to be made as the head of FI-9.
Putting my knife away, trying to show him I wasn’t going to kill him, I asked, “So...you got any plans today?” One could never say I didn’t learn from my mistakes. Bye bye, stick. Hello, honey.
“Mmm.” Aurelia sighed dreamily. “I could pour honey all over that body and lick it off.”
“Back off, you beetle. I saw him first.”
He stepped over the chef’s body, his eyes hot on mine. My pussy spasmed, and I licked my lips. Thank you, Fates. This was going to be a wonderful undercover gig. A guy who got off on violence. Me who was violent. Match made by the gods themselves.
Maybe even after the job was over, we could –
Falling on top of me, he grabbed my breasts.
This being the first action I’d had in years (my line of work was really shit for the dating scene), I didn’t hesitate to lean up and kiss him. My tongue swept into his mouth, the wet heat of him making me spasm. Shimmying my pants down my legs just enough, I grabbed his cock. He hissed in a breath as I teased him free of his robes. He was hard and thick with precum already dribbling out of his tip.
Not needing anymore foreplay than the fight I’d just been in, I wrapped my legs around him and lifted my hips. His head dropped to my neck as he shuddered, his hand still on my breast. I bucked beneath him, grinding my hips against his, but when he just kept hitting the wrong spot, I pushed him over and got on top. My trousers forced me to sit with my knees up, so I placed my hands behind me, my fingers clenching around his thighs. Riding him hard and fast, I closed my eyes.
But just as it started to get good, he rolled me under him. Growling in frustration, I bit his shoulder. He hissed as I broke skin, then pulled his hand back and punched me in the jaw.
My head snapped to the side. Flickers of light crawled along my vision, and the thrill of adrenaline mixed with my arousal. Rocking my hips, I chased that high, but his cock was never in the right bloody spot.
I went to bite him again, but he grabbed my throat and slammed my head into the ground. I stared up at him, a smirk curling a corner of my lips as his eyes blazed with an intensity that made me kegel.
Wrapping his hands around my neck, he started to choke me. I groaned as pleasure rippled down my spine. Shifting beneath him, I tried the fix the angle our hips were meeting at, but he seemed determined to be really shit at this.
Hitting him in his ribs, I knocked him off me so I could end up back on top. Squatting over him, I leaned back and started riding him. Fucking finally.
Stars exploding behind my eyes, I cried out. His hands squeezed tighter around my throat as he sat up. My head growing dizzy, I grasped at his hands and rasped, “You call that choking? Don’t be such a baby.” My nails dug into his flesh. “Now choke me.”
I was so fucking close. I just needed –
There!
My eyes bugging out of my socket, I opened my mouth to scream, but his hands were properly squeezing me now and not even air escaped.
My orgasm ripped through me, and I shuddered on top of him, my arms giving way as I sagged back. Only his hands kept me up, and I closed my eyes as I basked in the feeling of utter deliciousness.
He pumped up into me as he held my throat, strained groans coming from his chest.
Starting to lose consciousness, I dug my nails into his hands to let him know to ease up. He stopped thrusting into me, his eyes widening as if I’d slapped him back into awareness.
But the asshole didn’t let go of my throat.
In fact, he started choking me harder.
I slugged him in the jaw, but my arm was weak from the lack of oxygen. As my vision narrowed into pinpricks, the last thing I saw was his sneering face.
“And you say I give conflicting signals!” I shouted at Aurelia, annoyed to all ends that this was how I was going to die.
But death lunged for me, and she did not reply.