Chapter 11 Niko
Sunlight poured in through the bedroom windows, heating the floor where I paced back and forth. It had been two hours since I left Lila, and I ached to be near her again. She was so fucking intoxicating.
My cock hardened at the memory of her in the bathtub, her naked body on display for me to see.
The way her face had flushed with shame made my heart ache, and anger boil beneath my skin.
Darkness swarmed my vision as my anger grew, my body shaking for a release.
I walked over to my dresser and picked up my phone, pulling up the app for the cameras.
I’d placed cameras in her bedroom; the need to see her, even when I wasn’t with her, had taken over all logical parts of my brain.
She lay on the bed, her chest rising and falling in a steady rhythm, indicating she was still fast asleep.
I smiled as she rolled over, the firm peaks of her nipples visible through her white T-shirt.
She moaned softly, and the hair on the back of my neck stood at attention as I forced myself to stay put.
I watched for a few more minutes before slipping my phone into my pocket and stumbling down the stairs.
I grabbed my jacket and boots and put them on before heading out the front door.
The locks automatically engaged as soon as it closed behind me, and I gave myself an imaginary pat on the back for installing them.
The chill of the air bit at my cheeks, and I shivered, missing the warmth of Lila’s body.
I glanced back one last time before getting into my car and starting it.
Music blared to life, and I grimaced at the sound, instantly shutting it off, my mind too overwhelmed for that much noise.
I backed out of my driveway and headed toward the city, knowing exactly where I was going.
I sat outside the restaurant, watching the door as people came and went.
Daniel had gone inside over an hour ago but still hadn’t come back out yet.
I parked a few cars down from his, not wanting to seem too obvious as I patiently waited for him to reappear.
Memories of our first meeting flashed in my mind as I watched him flirting shamelessly with the waitress.
Daniel sat across from Lila, his hands balled into fists. He slammed his fists on the table, coffee spilling onto the floor. Lila jumped, but refused to show fear, her features neutral and uncaring.
He’d been visiting her for weeks, even after she dumped him, her fear and concern over him growing. I kept a close eye on him, hoping he’d learn his lesson, but clearly he hadn’t.
Daniel had followed her into the coffee shop and cornered her at the table, begging for another chance. Even now, with his growing anger, she’d still refused. Pride swelled in my chest as she stood from the table, threw down a twenty-dollar bill and left.
He stood from the table, and followed her out the door, but I stepped in his way, ramming my shoulder into him as hard as I could. He fell to the ground with a loud grunt as his head hit the pavement. A low growl escaped his chest as he glanced behind me, watching Lila fumble with her keys.
His lip curled up in a snarl as I offered him my hand.
He swatted it away before pushing up from the ground and running after the car.
His hand landed on the back right window, but Lila had already started to drive.
The tires screeched against the pavement as she sped off, a guttural scream ripping from Daniel’s throat.
I couldn’t help but laugh as he lunged for the car, trying his best to grab onto it. What that would do, I didn’t know, but I guess it made sense in his fucked-up head.
He stalked toward his car, fumbling with his keys, and I hurried to catch up. He stepped into a mud puddle, his foot twisting at an awkward angle, and he let out a pained cry. I chuckled as he shook his foot, water and mud dripping from his pants leg.
Daniel glanced back and saw me, his eyes boring into mine.
“Are you fucking following me?” he snarled.
I shrugged my shoulders as I moved closer, slipping my hands into my pockets.
“Maybe,” I said.
“Get lost, fucker,” he said, turning away from me.
I continued to follow until we reached his car, and just as he was about to enter, I pulled him by the shirt and slammed him to the ground. Anger boiled in the pit of my stomach, and I pressed my foot against his throat.
“S… S… Stop,” he breathed, his face turning red.
I twisted my foot and saw the veins in his neck bulging against his skin. A wicked grin slid across my lips as I pressed down harder, cutting off the air to his lungs.
“Leave her alone,” I snarled. “She’s too good for you.”
I removed my foot and pulled him to stand, dusting off his shirt where my foot had been.
“Who the fuck are you?” he rasped, rubbing his throat.
Red marks littered his skin where I’d pressed my boot, and I couldn’t help but feel satisfaction from it.
“Someone you don’t wanna fuck with,” I said with a shrug.
He scoffed and pushed me away, but I didn’t budge.
“Seriously, dude, get lost.”
My brows quirked as he looked at me with annoyance, and I felt that anger boiling again. I slammed his back against the car and pressed my arm to his throat, holding him in place. With my free hand, I pulled out my knife and pressed it to the side of his throat, watching as he swallowed.
His eyes bulged and his face paled as I pushed it deeper into his skin. A small bead of blood dripped down his neck, and I smiled.
“What was that?” I asked.
“Okay!”
“Okay… what?”
He swallowed and nodded his head, fear flashing in his eyes.
“I’ll leave her alone,” he whispered.
I pulled the knife away and released him, slipping it back into my jacket pocket.
“Good boy,” I said with a smirk, patting his shoulder.
“Whatever,” he scoffed.
“Hey. You ever come near her again, and I’ll cut your dick off and shove it down your throat.”
He let out a shaky breath, then nodded before turning to get into his car.
I stood there, watching him fumble with the keys in the ignition, laughing as he dropped them over and over again.
When he finally started the car, he glanced at me briefly before speeding off, almost hitting three other cars that were driving down the street.
The sound of my phone dinging pulled me out of the memory, and I glanced down to see a notification from the camera app.
I opened the app and saw Lila up and moving around, her crimson hair hanging in waves down her back.
She stretched her arms high above her head and let out a groan before heading toward the bathroom.
Footsteps sounded from somewhere close, and I glanced around, seeing Daniel heading toward his car. I placed my phone down and quietly opened my door, leaving it cracked to avoid alerting him.
I hurried silently, trying to catch up to him, and cursed as he turned and almost saw me.
Just before he reached his car, I grabbed him by the back of his jacket and pulled him to the ground.
His face paled as he saw me, my lips turning up in a wicked grin.
He shook his head vigorously and his hands shot up defensively.
“I haven’t been near her!” he screamed.
“I know,” I said, before slamming my fist into his face.
Blood erupted from his nose and lip, and my cock twitched as the metallic scent of blood filled the air. I slammed my fist down again, this time hearing bone crunch, sending a chill down my spine.
“Why are you… doing this,” he cried. “I haven’t… been near her.”
I got up and looked around, making sure no one was nearby, then reached down and grabbed the back of his jacket, pulling him toward my car. He kept wailing, and I picked up the pace, afraid someone would hear his pathetic cries.
When we reached my car, I popped the trunk and picked him up, throwing him inside. He let out a soft whimper, and I looked at him with utter disgust. I pulled out a long syringe and uncapped it, giving it a few good thumps.
“I changed my mind,” I sighed. “Anyone who hurts Lila doesn’t deserve to live.”
I plunged the syringe into his neck, watching as his eyes began to flutter closed. His body went limp, his head lulling to the side as he passed out. I looked at him one last time before slamming the trunk closed.