XI
MICAH
T he scene was set.
Kyle was tied down with his weapon out of his reach, sitting on the marble floor. He continued screaming profanities at me, though I didn’t bother listening to him.
I was across from him, clutching the wound with the most pitiful look I could possibly muster. For a man who used to hate being pitied, I was now hoping Storm was going to pity me enough to kill a man for me.
The door of the basement opened slowly, and my girl strolled in, with the gun in her hands and an expressionless look in her eyes.
The moment she noticed Kyle, her gaze hardened, jaw clenched, and she hung her head low. Her chest was rising and falling with her deep breaths, and it didn’t take a genius to figure out that she was pissed.
Purposefully, I let some of the blood drip on the floor so she’d be able to see it. Like clockwork, her eyes snapped to mine, widening. They were glossy from rage, and with a soft gasp, she came running toward me.
“Oh my God.’’ She noticed all the blood covering my arm. I may or may not have squeezed the wound so more blood would pour out. “Are you okay?”
I winced. “It’s manageable. I’ll live.’’
Her hands shook as she tried looking at my wound. All she did was dirty herself in blood, but that had to be one of the sexiest things I’d ever seen. Who knew seeing Storm in my blood would make my dick hard?
She noticed that Kyle was secured, with no means of escaping. However, she was also aware that there wasn’t much time to waste. She bit her bottom lip, looking around for anything that she could use to cover my wound with.
In the end, she settled on ripping the bottom part of the shirt. It was the quickest and most efficient way of stopping the bleeding. It was also the most efficient way for me to get horny in the wrong situation.
The sound of fabric ripping hit the room, mixed with various cussing from Morrison. Neither Storm nor I paid him any attention — all of mine was turned to her. With shaky hands, she carefully wrapped the piece of cloth around my forearm, tying it in place to suppress the bleeding.
With my free hand, I brushed off a fallen strand from her face, admiring her beauty. The worry laced her expression and almost made my heart burst with happiness. No one was ever as worried about me as she was.
“Hey, Bambi.’’ I controlled my voice, softening it. She flinched and looked up at me. Her eyes were glossy, filled with tears. She was so fucking pretty when she cried for me. “I’m alright. Don’t worry.’’
Storm sniffled, and I couldn’t tell if it was from worry or anger. Thankfully, I wasn’t on the receiving end of her wrath. It warmed me up. She was finally back within my reach, crying for me. I’d be damned if I allowed a mere simpleton like Morrison to break us apart.
“I’m not worried,’’ she said in a low volume. “I’m angry. I told you not to get hurt. Are your ears just for decoration?”
“I’m sorry.’’
“You should be sorry.’’
“I’ll make it up to you,’’ I promised.
Storm’s mouth opened, then closed in annoyance. With tears freely rolling down her cheeks, she stared at me with pure rage, eyebrows narrowed. She bit the inside of her cheek — a terrible habit of hers.
“You two are fucked up,’’ Morrison groaned.
That was when Storm’s attention shifted from me to that motherfucker. She rose back to her feet, the gun I’d given her in her grip. If she hadn’t stood up, I would’ve walked over to him and finally snapped his neck for such a comment.
I didn’t care if he insulted me. None of his words affected me in the slightest. But Storm? That was a different story altogether. No one dared to insult my Bambi and get to live another day, and to be that arrogantly bold to spout nonsense while in presence of a serial killer and a newbie killer was one of many mistakes Morrison had committed tonight.
“What did you just say?”
Storm didn’t raise her voice, yet the tone was filled with calamity. She tilted her head to the side and lowered herself, crouching down until their eye level was the same. I could see from the sidelines the power imbalance.
Morrison couldn’t.
“I said,’’ he pushed out through gritted teeth, some blood spilling from the sides of his mouth, “the two of you are fucked up. I’ve never met anyone as mentally disturbed as the two of you.’’
Storm hummed for a moment, nodding.
With a deep breath, she put the barrel of the gun underneath his chin, slightly tilting it upward. His eyes followed her movements, widening slightly at her bravery. He didn’t think she’d go that far.
“We are,’’ she agreed with a light chuckle. “But that only makes you a moron. You knew about Micah and me, didn’t you? So if you were already aware of how fucked up we were, was it truly smart coming here without backup?”
Despite radiating fear, he managed to laugh in her face. Storm blinked, unbothered by his sudden outburst.
“As I told that bastard over there’’ — he glanced at me, to which I raised a curious eyebrow — “Why do you think I came without a plan? You’re that certain I don’t have anyone backing me up?’’
With her free hand, she scratched behind her ear. She was completely out of it. She was barely hearing him speak, and he continued. Half was condemning us for being atrocious human beings, the other half was trying to prove how much better he was.
Storm sighed. “You talk too much.’’
I followed the change in her attitude. From worry to rage to indifference. The last one was the worst possible outcome for Storm, yet there wasn’t a reason for me to interfere — not yet.
“I talk too much? I’m buying myself time.’’
Storm’s mouth formed into a small, circular shape, as if she’d just realized something. She nodded, a frown attaching itself on her pretty face.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?”
I couldn’t have seen this one coming even in my wildest dreams.
Storm removed the barrel from his chin, pointed it toward his right shoulder and just… shot.
Not a single trace of questioning the decision before committing to it, not a single flicker of regret. She did what she wanted to do and then she snorted.
“Sorry, I meant to aim a bit lower. Hold on.’’ She lowered herself onto her knees as the first shot pushed her backward and aimed the gun better. Then she fired again, this time hitting the exact spot where Morrison had hit me.
He screamed like a little bitch.
Storm’s white shirt was coated with blood, her face and hair splattered with ichor. The thick, crimson liquid didn’t bother her. In fact, it only worsened the insanity in her eyes.
Her pupils dilated and a wide grin spread across her face.
I didn’t recognize the woman in front of me.
But I sure as fucked loved what I was seeing.
“What’s wrong?” Storm’s voice was as if she were speaking to a child, openly mocking the man who was groaning and pleading in front of her. “Where did all that confidence disappear to? Don’t tell me you were all bark and no bite. Come on, fight back a little. This isn’t as fun.’’
“You dirty bitch.’’ He struggled against the rope, unable to free himself. I was on my feet at his insult, ready to break his skull and show him the dirty things he’d been talking about. Storm only raised a finger, and I halted.
It was clear who had the power at the moment, and she didn’t want my anger to ruin her perfectly laid out plan.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,’’ Storm yawned. “I get it. Now, let’s start with the questioning. Well, it’s a game of sorts. For each question you refuse to answer or lie about, you get shot. It’s a survival game. Let’s see how long you last.’’
He clenched his jaw, clamping his mouth shut. His little act of rebellion provoked a laugh from me.
“Question number one: when did you find out about Micah and me? Or did you take a wild guess and just got lucky?”
He turned his head to the side, refusing to answer.
Storm was prepared to shoot again, but I softly grabbed the hand which held the gun, preventing her from firing.
“Be careful,’’ I warned. “If you shoot him too many times quickly, he’ll bleed out and die before you get your answers.’’
“I know,’’ she deadpanned.
The gunshot echoed in the room, followed by groans and whimpers of agony. She merely grazed his left shoulder. The wound wasn’t deep enough to make him bleed out, but it was enough to hurt him.
“Do I need to repeat myself?”
This strong and powerful woman made me fall in love with her all over again.
When she first told me she’d killed a man, I found it difficult to believe her. The same woman who fainted after I killed three people in front of her, the same woman who once tried her best to run away from me.
But seeing her now made me realize how far she was willing to go to preserve this intoxicating relationship. She was ready to break all the walls, push beyond limits, and take what she wanted.
Pride like I’d never known filled my chest, making my heart flutter in contentment. My smile spread as I stared at her, covered in blood, with nothing but curiosity hidden behind her pretty eyes.
“No,’’ Morrison grumbled. “I didn’t know from the beginning. However, once I met you in person, you were just… odd. My suspicions raised once Beck brought your odd behavior to my attention.’’
“I behaved oddly? Damn, I really thought I was acting perfectly,’’ she sighed, shaking her head. “Well, there’s no use in crying over spilled milk, right?”
“Anything else?” He was speaking through fury, desperate for all of this to be over with. He probably held on to the tiniest bits of hope that he’d be able to walk out of here alive.
“How much does everyone else know?”
"Why? You scared?” He grinned.
The slight smile fell from Storm’s face as she shot his stomach.
“Scared? You wish.’’
Through tears and screams, Morrison tried to compose himself. By now, he realized that if Storm didn’t kill him, he’d likely die from blood loss. Even if he truly managed to get around the traps my colleague had set, it was going to be too late to save his pathetic life.
“No. All they have are suspicions.’’
Storm smiled. “Perfect, thank you.’’
That was when she emptied the rest of the clip into his body. A shot directly in his chest, killing him instantly. She didn’t stop there — she shot his stomach, legs, and saved the last bullet for in between his eyes.
His dead, limp body fell to the side with a loud thud.
Storm stood up, dusting off her knees. All she managed to do was smear the blood all over her. With a sigh, she tossed the gun to the side and turned to look at me.
To anyone else, this would’ve been a scene right from a horror movie.
A girl with messy hair, a crazed look in her eyes while covered in blood staring right at me. A dead body next to her as the light above her flickered.
To me, she was the prettiest woman alive.
Covered in the blood of the man who was a threat to us. And my Bambi took care of it all on her own.
At the same time, we took steps forward until an inch separated us.
The stench of blood made my cock harden, as the look in her eyes shifted from insanity to lust.
I didn’t want to waste even a second. My hand wrapped around her throat, her lips parting for me. However, it wasn’t me who made the first move.
It was her.