10. Grimm
10
GRIMM
Her words send a tsunami of feelings through my chest. Instead of letting her see that, though, I give her a nod.
The moment is fucking interrupted by Mr. Blackwood himself. Emmett wouldn’t call if it wasn’t important, but why the hell did his little issue have to interfere with my time with V. I remind myself that if he’s calling me, it’s serious.
I clear my throat and speak, not alerting him of my annoyance at his shitty timing. “What’s up?”
He says he’s got Braxton fucking Willingham and needs me to help him move his body. All I’m saying is, if he waited until after he died to cut him up and didn’t let me in on the fun while the dickhead was still breathing, I’m going to fuck him up for cutting my time short with Verena.
Emmett asks me for a pumpkin carving kit and some chloroform.
Good. Braxton is alive. I can still have some fun tonight.
“Alright. I’ll see you in ten.” I say before ending the call.
Turning to face Verena, I see her frown deepen. “I have to go help Emmett with something and I’m not sure how long it’ll take. Might be an hour or two, so stay here.” I tell her.
Placing her hand in mine and lacing our fingers together, she repeats herself. “Where else would I go?” And if that doesn’t make my dick stand at attention…
Quickly, I untangle our fingers and gather everything Emmett asked for and more… just in case… I toss the bag over my shoulder and turn back to Verena before heading out. “You’re welcome to change into anything you’d find comfortable and lay in my bed. Mi Netflix es tu Netflix,” I say with a small nod.
She flashes a soft smile and I feel myself melting and hardening . I have to get the fuck out of here.
I meet Emmett behind Verena’s place. Will I ever be able to go anywhere that I don’t associate with her?
What the douchebag did to piss Emmett off, I haven’t got a clue. Maybe it has something to do with Emmett’s newest little obsession, Blair. I’ve caught him gawking over her more times than he’ll ever care to admit.
We arrive at the cemetery and since I’ve gone long enough without my questions being answered, I ask, “So, what did Braxton do?”
“He touched what’s mine,” he says with a sneer, his eyes wild like a feral animal.
I shove down the string of questions that build on my tongue. I don’t want this fucker to kill me for questioning him. I’ve got a couple of inches on Emmett, but that doesn’t mean shit. My psycho-radar still goes haywire every time he’s near.
We come up to the Red Skull Brotherhood entrance and lift the crest to gain access, then carry him to a secluded room towards the back of the underground tunnels. Emmett directs me to set him by the chains on the wall and we sit him upright, binding his hands and neck.
Emmett wakes Braxton up and, even though I don’t really know what’s going on, I’m excited. I want to see blood spill.
Emmett shows a side of himself I’ve never seen before. Of course, I’ve seen him kill on brotherhood missions, but that’s about it. There must be something about this new chick that’s turned him into this crazed murderer.
Can I judge? No, I’ve got a deep love for all things torture and gore. However, I will admit I’m a bit shocked at what’s happening in front of me right now.
Emmett whips out the pumpkin carving kit and goes to town on Braxton. He stabs Braxton in the thigh, slices his hands off, and fucking cuts his eyes out of their sockets. But he doesn’t stop there.
Braxton won’t quit his annoying ass screaming, so Emmett stuffs his fucking hand in his mouth and duck tapes that shit shut. I am in complete and utter awe.
After scooping Braxton’s eyes out, he removes the tape, rips his hand out and replaces it with his goddamn eyeballs.
It was genius.
Hiding my boner this entire time has been killing me. I am being edged like a motherfucker tonight and it is absolute torture. My frustrations need to be released ASAP.
I know just the thing to help me.
“Can I cut his head off?” I ask, barely able to contain my excitement.
“You know he’s dead, right?” Emmett responds.
“Yeah, but I want to cut his head off.” I insist.
He chuckles and shakes his head. “Go for it, Grimm. I’m heading out.”
Adjusting himself, I see the hard-on he’s also sporting and for a minute, I’m unsure if simply killing Braxton had that effect on him or if it was because he dedicated the kill to Blair.
Either way, we’re one and the same and that’s why I chose that crazy motherfucker to be my best friend.
My phone vibrates in my back pocket and I really hope it’s not my dad trying to reach me again. Pulling it out, I see it’s two texts from Verena and my dick twitches.
Verena
Almost done? Just had to watch Gerald’s Game all by myself! Boo.
Verena
Also, these snacks may or may not be gone by the time you get back and a couple of prerolls ran out of your drawer and lit themselves on fire. I only did my due diligence by smoking them to put out the fire. You’re welcome!
A cheesy grin spreads on my face, and I reply quickly. I see Emmett side-eyeing me, and I’m not grinding a single gear he owns tonight.
Me
They’re all yours. I’ve got a different snack in mind. Hope you enjoyed. Be back soon.
I wait and listen as Emmett’s steps retreat. I dig into my backpack for a sharpie. Opening the cap, I tilt my head and look at Braxton’s carved face. A laugh bursts out of me at the sight of him. I gotta hand it to him. Emmett’s one creative fucker. I love when his artistic side shines through.
Taking the marker, I start to write a word on his forehead. When the name, “Leo”, in red sharpie is reflected back at me, a sigh of contentment leaves my lips. I’ve been itching to spill some blood recently and with everything that's been happening between him and Verena, the urge has only intensified.
Stepping back over to my bag, I pull a knife out and twirl it between my fingers while staring down at Braxton’s carved face. Looking down at the masterpiece Emmett made, thoughts of how I plan to take care of Leo fill my mind. One by one, I carve the three letters into Braxton’s forehead; with the blood dripping down his face, the smell causes my dick to push itself against my zipper, begging to be set free.
I want to plan something special. Something that gives my little monster the revenge that she deserves. I want her to be a part of it, too. I’ve always seen the darkness buried deep inside of V.
I noticed it before she changed her hair and clothes to match the pit of her soul. I know when I end Leo, when I make him scream and beg for his worthless life, she’ll want to be there.
My cock throbs at the idea of V covered in blood and taking the final stab into Leo's worthless heart. At being the one who ends his life. Regardless, there is nothing I wouldn’t do for her.
If she asked for the world, I would burn every inch of this planet and rebuild it to showcase all of her desires from the ash. There’s not a single person I wouldn't kill, a single thing I wouldn't do, for my Verena.
With the thought of her thrumming through my veins and the need to please her even stronger, I go into my bag and dig around for the clay wire cutters. They're a little different from the typical version. Stronger and thicker wire attaches to two handles. I modified them to meet my needs and they always get the job done.
Lifting the wire and lining it up with his neck, I began to saw diagonally through the skin. Blood gushes out as the muscles and tendons split and give way to the wire. My eyes catch on the sight of Leo’s name carved in his forehead and I saw faster.
Blood sprays out when I nick the artery and makes my grip loosen on the handle, but I keep going. By the time I get to the opposite side from which I’ve started and his head has dropped to the side, hanging on by a thin piece of skin left, I finish sawing through.
His head falls to the floor with a wet thud by my feet. His sunken holes for eyes stare up at me and the blood is splattered along the name in sharpie. Not wanting to see it anymore, I bring my foot back and kick it forward, sending his head across the room.
The head lands perfectly between two of the torchlights on the wall, making me bark out a laugh while throwing my hands in the air. “Goal, motherfucker!” I shout into the empty room, my laughter echoing off the walls. That was fucking awesome.
Reaching down, I adjust my hard cock. The blood on my fingers wipes off on my pants and I twitch against my zipper in response. The thrill of killing, of the blood on my hands, mixed with the knowledge that my little monster is at my house, in my bed, because she came to me, has me rock fucking solid.
I need to head back. Now. Before I use the blood coating my hands as lube to jerk off to thoughts of the vixen in my bed. I make quick work of packing up all the tools Emmett and I used before throwing my bag on my back and making my way back home.
Gently, I turn the knob of the front door and tiptoe inside the foyer. I slip off my shoes and climb the stairs to my room, hoping V is fast asleep. It’s late and I really don’t want to explain why I’m covered in blood right now.
I open the door and peek my head in. The light from the television shines on her face and a pang hits my chest. She looks angelic, relaxed.
To think she’s so fucking stubborn when she’s awake is the biggest contradictory known to mankind. But now that I know the severity of her situation, it makes sense why she keeps her guard up and her circle small.
Her worries and anxieties show on her face like a tell-all documentary. She thinks she does a good job of hiding them, but I can read her like a book. But when she’s asleep, my precious little lady looks nothing but peaceful. My mind floods with questions of why that is.
Does she always look this delicate when she’s sleeping? Is she sleeping this good because she’s under my covers, surrounded by my scent?
Slipping into the room, I close the door behind me gently and beeline to the bathroom. I undress and stuff the bloody clothes and shoes into a trash bag. A nice shower is what I need to calm down my mind and the raging boner that hasn’t subsided in the slightest.
I finish my shower and dress, then slide into the bed next to her. I urge my dick to not spring up and ruin this moment. Her sweet scent of blackberry and cocoa butter fills my nostrils as I inhale. Her back is to me, so I take the risk of leaning down and placing a soft kiss on the top of her head.
My lips press against her hair and my heart thrashes in my chest. The touch is innocent, yet my throbbing cock begs to differ. Forcing myself to remove my lips from her head, I lay down on my side and face her back.
I reach down to adjust myself so I can try to find sleep when the bed moves and my eyes shoot upward to look at V as she rolls over and scoots closer to me. She pulls her body into mine, nestling her head under my jaw and curling herself around me. It doesn't matter how hard I try to stop it; my cock jerks and I’m sure I cum a little in my pants at the fact she just willingly--even if it was unconsciously–snuggled into me.
Not wanting to wake her up in the horror that she’ll realize she's cuddling me and back away or worse, fucking leave again, I stay still. I don’t move a muscle regardless of the pain in my shoulder with my arm halfway to my aching dick. I just close my eyes as my heart threatens to burst through my chest and fall asleep with her warmth wrapped around me and a soft smile on my face.