12. Onyx
Chapter twelve
Onyx
T he shock and disappointment on Ember's face when she heard her father say that she has to get married to keep her position as Don will be forever etched in my mind. If her father were alive, I would have killed him myself. Why would anyone say that? She is more than capable of running the mafia without being married. That was a stupid rule. What if she never wanted to get married.
She looks like she is ready to kill, and I understand that because she just found out that her sister has been kidnapped.
"Do you know who it is, Little Siren?" I ask her. Taking caution not to get too close to her and get punched.
"To be honest, I have no fucking clue who it could be or what they want." The look of defeat written all over her gorgeous face makes me want to kill the motherfucker for kidnapping Iris and making my Little Siren look like this.
She keeps staring at the note, like a name or picture of the kidnapper is going to just magically appear.
"Like your father said, we will be here with you, helping anyway we can." Aspen says and puts his hand on her shoulder. Before I can say or do anything. She whips her body towards him and swings. Knocking him right in the nose, I can hear the bones crunch under her fist, causing his nose to bleed immediately.
"Don't fucking touch me unless you wanna get hurt!" She yells at Aspen and then glares at the rest of us.
"I need some space to process all this shit." She snaps as she walks upstairs.
"I'll start trying to figure out who up here would do this. Aspen and Ezra you can go ask Ozzy if he has heard anything about kidnapping a mortal down there." Blaze says as he walks out the front door. Ezra and Aspen disappear into a portal, leaving me standing in the middle of the foyer all alone.
"Hey, what about me, you cunts? I guess I get the fun job of keeping an eye on Ember." I say to myself, rubbing my hands together, trying to figure out what mischief I can get into while my Little Siren is processing all this shit.
I decide to go into the office and use Ezra's laptop to try to access her sister's phone to see where she was last and see if her camera picked up her kidnapper.
I have been going through all of the footage for the past three hours and I can't find anything. I never have this much trouble with hacking. Standing up from the loveseat and stretching, my whole spine cracks a moan escapes my lips.
I haven't heard a peep from my Little Siren since she went upstairs. I should go check on her. At the top of the stairs I have to think about whether I should go left or right to get to her room. If I am remembering correctly, I go to the left. Venturing down the left hallway, I hear the faint sound of music. Following the music I end up at the end of the hall at the last door. It is slightly cracked open so I push it to get a better view of what is inside the room.
Through the larger crack, I can see Ember standing in the middle of the room, her back to the door, throwing knives at a dart board. I take a closer look and realize she is throwing the knives at a picture of Orlov and screaming as she does it.
"You will never be the Mafia Don." She yells as the knife hits Orlov on the forehead.
"You fucking cock sucker." She yells again, this time hitting his chest. Before she can say anything else, I pull my emerald green pocket knife out and send it whizzing through the air. Right past her head, causing her to jump. As she spins around the knife lands right between his eyes.
"Bulls-eye." I scream in a high pitch voice and jump up and down, all giddy like a kid in a candy store.
She looks at me with a smirk that vanishes way too fast, and then angrily, she asks. "Are you fucking crazy?”
"Well-llll, to answer that very rude question of yours." I smirk my voice higher than normal. This only happens when my psycho comes out to play. She rolls her eyes as I saunter over to her.
"No, I'm not crazy." Pushing a strand of her curly chocolate brown hair behind her ear.
Leaning into her and whispering in her ear. "But, my astonishing Little Siren, I am fucking psychotic, and being psychotic means I like kinky sex."
A shiver runs through her body as she takes a shuttered breath and proceeds to ask. "What is your favorite kink then?"
Feeling bolder than ever, I say, "It would be better to show you than to tell you." Shock floods her face. Flush starts to fill her cheeks, turning them red. "Go get my knife out of that dartboard." I demand as I start taking off my shirt. In one swift movement, it's off and on her bedroom floor. She is still standing beside me, staring at me with confusion.
"Get my fucking knife." I demand once again. She blinks a couple of times then walks over to the dartboard, and pulls my knife out from between Orlov's eyes. She turns back around with confusion on her face, walking back to me and the knife in hand.
"That's a good girl. Now.." I start to rub my thumb over her mouth, pulling her plump bottom lip down.
"Little Siren, I want you to make me bleed." I state and let her bottom lip go. She just looks at me like a deer caught in headlights.
"Y-y-you want me to do what?" She stutters, and it's so cute to see her flustered. So I elaborate on what I want her to do.
"I want to bleed for you. Cut me open anywhere until your heart's content."