18. Grimm
18
GRIMM
My cock jerks against my zipper as I look at the beautiful little monster in front of me. Blood is scattered along her face, arms, and clothes. I’ve dreamed of a moment like this one for so long. Her perfect body bathed in blood and Leo hanging lifeless, his flesh and bone scattered across the floor.
I think I died along with Leo and made it to the pearly white gates of heaven. My two favorite things, Verena and murder, have now become a cohesive pair. They fit one another as well as my cock fits into her pussy. A key that unlocked a new part of her, if you will.
“Oh my fucking gosh!” Verena whips around, her eyes bulging out of her head. “What the fuck did I just do?!” Her voice trembling. I rush to stand by her side and wrap my arms around her.
“You did what needed to be done. For your safety, Verena. No one will know about this.” I promise her, cupping her face and raising it to meet mine. “I’ll take care of the body and dispose of it in a way no one would know it was us , okay?” She continues to stare at me, shock running through her system. “Okay?” I ask again, a little louder this time. Verena nods slowly and a droplet escapes her tear duct.
When I begin to guide her out the door, Verena stops me. “We aren’t just going to leave him here, right?” Her eyes filled with anxiousness and fear make her innocence shine through. Dipshit was her first love. The man she thought she was going to spend her life with, first out of want and then out of fear, is now dead at her hand because of his own piss poor choices. She did what needed to be done and I’d never ask her to do more, unless that’s what her heart desired.
Shaking my head, I bring my hands up to her bloodied face and cup it, bringing her eyes to mine. “I’ll take care of everything. You don’t have to worry.” I reassure her, her amber eyes search mine for a more direct answer, one she won’t get until she pushes for it.
Her hands wrap around my waist and when she presses her lips to mine, I swear I’m ready to spill in my pants yet again. I kiss her back with hunger, swallowing every little whimper from her as I pull back, searching her face for a hint of regret or anger.
This is where we’re supposed to be. She’s filled the void in my soul without even realizing it. My little monster, if you only knew what you were capable of. There’s nothing in this world that doesn’t already belong to you, to us. Nothing I won’t help you achieve.
My chest is heaving, matching the rhythm of her own. My hands twitch at my sides to bring her back to me. Like a man who’s been starved and finally got a taste of food. “Grimm, he’s dead.” She pants, trying to regain her breath. A smirk slips onto my face and I chuckle.
“I know. It was fucking amazing. You’re the hottest killer I’ve ever met. I am for sure your number one fan. Can I have your autograph?”
She grabs my shirt, yanking me back to her. Her lips immediately find mine again. “You’re fucking crazy,” she says against my lips, her own forming a soft smile.
“Does it scare you?” I ask, desperately hoping for it not to. By her reaction, I doubt she is but she was scared shitless just a moment ago. Her adrenaline is running and controlling her emotions may be tricky.
Verena inhales, thinking about her answer. On the exhale, she slowly shakes her head. “No.” My cock swells behind my zipper at her response. My little fucking monster. She was made just for me, mind, body, and soul. She sees me for who I truly am and isn’t running for the hills.
I may have finally met my match. Time to really ignite her flame.
VERENA
Back at the RSB house, after a shower and a blunt, Grimm and I cuddle underneath his blankets. Thoughts of Leo’s lifeless body and puddles of his blood run through my mind. He’s the second dead person I’ve seen. The only other one besides Ronnie. I should feel broken, destroyed, and terrified of the police finding out I was the one to take his life. But I feel…nothing.
Whether that’s because Leo was a raging piece of shit or because I was already numb and broken before his death, I’m not sure. Ronnie’s death left me a constant blubbering mess. I didn’t eat or sleep for a week, only eating meals when my grandmother came to stay with us and noticed my self-destructive routine.
Because it would’ve taken too much time out of my parents’ schedules to care if their other daughter was on the brink of death. As much as they were cold before Ronnie’s death, the loss of their youngest made them hypothermic.
Just then, my mind shifts from my stone-cold parents to Leo’s. His mother was practically obsessed with him. They spoke every single day. He’d send her flowers every week and I was considered fucking lucky and blessed if he remembered to get me a bouquet for our anniversary or my goddamn birthday. Unfortunately, his mother isn’t any better to me than my own.
If she has the chance to insult my clothing, my cooking, and my culture, she will and oh , she does. The way I dress has never been up to her standards. Mrs. Leila Barlay pictured Leo settling down with someone more like Aspen or Blair. My olive skin and gloomy exterior should have stayed far away from her bright and cheerful baby boy. It was no match for their simple, clean girl personas. Effortlessly beautiful, with creamy skin and minus the Puerto Rican background.
Not that she actually cares to remember where my family comes from. There were plenty of instances where Leila would make remarks about Mexican restaurants being her favorite and Columbia having beautiful weather at a certain time of year. But the only logical explanation was that she didn’t know I was Puerto Rican and my entire family, with the exception of my parents, is in Puerto Rico.
Leo and I had been together for almost three years. All throughout our relationship, we had weekly family dinners and I can confidently say that not one thing I’ve ever said about myself has stuck with her. She usually spent the night talking to Leo about Leo and his accomplishments. If she were to speak to me, I’d get lectured about what Leo needs and how I should consider changing certain things about myself to be the “appropriate woman for him.”
Fuck her.
Everything revolved around Leo. She would give him two-week vacations every birthday and Christmas for “Mommy and Leo time,” as she called it. I want to gag just thinking about it.
I switch my thoughts from her hollow heart to her finding out about Leo. A part of me wishes I could see her and fucking rub it in. But the other part of me remembers what I went through after Ronnie. I knew I shouldn’t want anyone to feel that way, including enemies, but I couldn’t help but be wishful to see the look on her face when she finds out that I took everything she loves in this lifetime.
The other part of my heart rages to spill the realities of the monster he truly was. To tell everyone how there were plenty of times he was seconds away from taking my life and instead graced me with another day by his side, living in evergrowing fear and anxiety. He was never remorseful, never apologetic or caring for the marks and scars he left behi-
“V, what are you thinking about? You look like you’re having a stroke. Are you okay, babe?” Grimm’s deep voice snaps me out of my thoughts. I blink a few times finding myself back under the covers wrapped in his arms, my hair still damp from our shower.
Sitting up, I untangle myself from his arms and he grips my wrist. My eyes snap to his and he shakes his head. He grabs my legs and drapes them on top of his and pulls the covers over us. “Go ahead, tell me what’s on your mind.” He lays an open palm on my lap, offering a hand to hold.
I slap my palm into his and take a deep breath. My nerves cause me to spit out my words and ramble a shit-ton of nonsense. “A lot happened today. I’m worried I went too far with killing Leo. But I’m proud of myself for finally standing up to him, although I would’ve never done it without your help, Grimm. I appreciate it so much but I’m also terrified that my life will be over soon and I’ll have to spend the rest of my days in an orange jumper. I trust you wholeheartedly but I’ve never murdered someone before. I don’t know how this process works and what happens with the body. But do I want to know? I’m not entirely sure. Even though it doesn’t matter because I was the one to actually murder him! Do you see where I’m frustrated?”
He chuckles, “I see. Are you finished with your speech or is there more?”
My eyes shoot daggers at him. “No, there’s no more.” Squeezing my hand, he looks me in the eyes and brings my fingers to his lips. He kisses a knuckle then speaks a few words in a repeated manner.
“I can tell you my plan.”
Kiss.
“For Leo’s body, that is.”
Kiss .
“If you want to know, I’ll tell you.”
Kiss.
“If you don’t, I won’t say a word.”
Kiss.
His lips hover over the back of my hand as he whispers once more, “I can guarantee you, no one will find out you had any part in this, Verena.”
Kiss.
He said my full name. He only says my full name when he’s fucking serious. Now I’m questioning how often he really does shit like this to have it all figured out. He’s too calm and collected. But as of right now, I have no other choice but to breathe and trust Grimm. He said he would help save me from Leo and he did just that. Grimm is promising me innocence and safety. Just like he’s always done.
Suddenly, my worries seem to fade away and I begin to think how silly it was to question his devotion to me. He’s been proving that to me for a very long time, I’ve just been too blind to see it.
I was in good hands, that I knew for sure. “I do want to know.”
Grimm raises an eyebrow at me, “Are you sure, V? I don’t want you to be upset. You experienced something very traumatic and you may need a moment to handle that first.”
Shaking my head I protest, “No, Grimm. I want to be all in. I suffered at his hand for so long and I ended his life. It’s only right I know where his body ends up.”
Grimm is silent for a moment. He’s unsure if this is the best decision for me but he’s going to tell me anyway, I can see it in his expression. “Stop trying to save my innocence and tell me, please,” I beg.
“I’m going to chop up his body and stick him through a meat grinder.” He says bluntly. I break out into a laugh buckling over because holy fuck, was that unexpected. “Grimm, this is not the time for joking.” I clear my throat, trying to regain my composure.
His expression doesn’t falter, still the same straight face as when he told me he was going to grind up Leo into a big fucking pile of burger meat. There was no way he was serious.
My heart drops and my jaw falls slack, “Oh, you’re fucking serious?”
Nodding his head, he laughs and says, “You’d be surprised at how many people buy ground meat off of the dark web.”
The little monster in me, as Grimm likes to call it, comes to the forefront and takes over. Leaning over, I whisper into Grimm’s ear suggesting a deviation in his plan. I know I’ve done good when his own chiseled jaw drops, rendering him speechless.
“Yes, please. Let’s do that. Way better than what I said.” His hand slips under the blanket to adjust his cock and he groans. “Fuck, I’m so hard right now.”
Licking my lips, I rub my foot along his length. His stare meets mine as he slowly shakes his head. “No, little monster. No more tonight. I just want to hold you.” His arm wraps around my waist and we slide back into our respective spots from earlier. My head on his chest, his strong hands on my body, and his fresh scent with a hint of pot was similar to what one would call, “heaven on earth.”
Safe in Grimm’s arms, I feel so ready for sleep to overtake me. But before I fall out, I hear his whispers. “I’m so proud of you, Verena. You got out. I’m happy you never stopped fighting for you. I’m happy I never stopped fighting for you. You’re my missing piece.”