Jayvion
"I don't fix your insecurities. I erase the people who give them to you" I said, squeezing her throat softly.
"Is it necessary?" She asked. Freaking stubborn.
"I want to correct him. I'm a professional in that business" my voice was unyielding. I'd never rest without dealing with him.
"Never question your worth, Aurelia. You're beautiful and terrifying. He should be scared of you" I'll remind her every single day if I have to. It's sad she doesn't even know how beautiful she is. Too beautiful that got me obsessed for threefuckingyears and I couldn't take her off my mind. I watched her from afar for three years. I suddenly felt like coward for not being here when she was crying of insecurities. I wasn't there when she needed me the most. I'll spend ever single second of my life making up to her if I have to. She should never question her worth. I wanted to enter her fucking heart and dig out every pain and sorrow so that she'll be happy for the rest of her life.
I let Aurelia go with an assignment to rewrite the stabbing scene from her book just the way I taught her. Of course she should leave out that part she was saying my name in a sinful way. I almost lost it hearing her moan and I'd take every risk to hear it again.
I let the thought of Aurelia linger for a moment before shoving it into a box, the place where the thoughts of her belonged. I have things to take care of; Aspen fucking Cruz, Brian Castillo and the Obsidians.
Trevor had notified me that Brian was secured in the warehouse. Let me deal with him as a warning to the Obsidians.
"You're here, Mr Carell" Trevor nodded at the rusty double door in front of me. He handed me my signature dagger-- a silver venetian stiletto knife with a green-eyed serpent coiled around the hilt.
I opened the door and I walked in. My boots echoing my presence to the man tied to a chair in the center. Blood and dirt stained his bare chest; his hair was disheveled, his face already a mess of bruises. He looked up, weak and wary.
"What a smart obsidian" I smirked, sarcasm dripping in my voice.
"Get it done already" his voice was hoarse.
"Impatient as expected" I tsked, twirling the dagger around my fingers.
"I have no information to give you" he added, his voice cracking at the end. I saw one thing I wanted to see. Fear.
The sight of my dagger is enough to inflict fear on my victim and this man in front of me trembling from fear? He's already a dead man.
"I'm not in search of information. I don't give a fuck about what the Obsidians are doing. They want to kill me? They should come get me, one on one. Or I'm gonna kill every fucking member they send my way and dump the body at your pathetic leader's door" I gritted, tracing the dagger on his chest. He began shuddering. Coward.
"No, no, no, Jayvion-- you can't..."
A quick slash sliced his upper lip, silencing him mid sentence. The movement so fast, the blade so sharp that it took a while for his brain to register the pain.
He let out a tremendous scream as the flesh of his lip dropped to his lap.
"Ssshhh, adults are talking" I hushed but the fucker was already disoriented, filling my ears with his screams. The scent of blood filled the air as I carved out 'Come to me' to his bare chest, letter by letter. My movement so slow and torturing as I took my time as if painting a piece of expensive artwork. His screams were deafening, yet deeply satisfying. Nothing beats another man's pain. Physical torturing had always been my favorite. I drove the blade straight to his chest. He gurgled out blood and dropped dead.
Too noisy. Too messy.
Trevor would drop the body at their leader's gate. He's smart, he'd get the message.
I stood, my shirt and pants were stained with blood, my knife dripping with blood but I cared less. I looked more like a murderer than a man obsessed with a writer. How will she react if she sees me like this?
My chest tightened at the thought of her for a reason I couldn't name. I walked out of the room in graceful steps just to meet Trevor waiting for me.
"All done?" He asked. I simply nodded.
"Deliver the body" I murmured, loud enough for him to hear.
"We found Aspen Cruz. He's a professor at Bay Coat College" Trevor informed and I felt a renewed anger rising from my gut.
"Say the word. What should we do to him?" He asked.
My eyes flickered with a dangerous light and my lips curved into a deadly smirk.
"I'll take care of him"
Aurelia
I am crazy. I'd finally confirmed it because no sane person gets turned on with a knife at throat. No sane person will enjoy a knee humping from a villain she's scared of. And I'm no longer a sane person. I am the crazy Aurelia who's attracted to a villain. A person who has the potential of ruining her and her life. My traitorous body betrayed me- in a good way and I wonder why is everything in favour of that beautiful dangerous man.
A month ago, If someone tells me I'll meet a real life villain, I'll laugh at the person and call him mad. But now, it has happened and I'm the mad person here.
My past self would be so disappointed in who I'd just turned become. Someone who enjoys the danger and craves chaos. That's not who am I supposed to be. But I cared less now. I'm no longer my past self.
I rewrote the stabbing scene as Jayvion taught me and sent it to him. His reply was a simple "good girl". How strange. He didn't ask to meet me again. Part of me was disappointed; another part of me was profoundly grateful. I don't know how I'm going to face him after uh..uhmm..what happened. I don't regret it at all. He's a villain as he said but I'm already trapped with him. There's no going back even if I want to. I didn't run away when I had the chance. It's too late for that.
Besides, a girl needs orgasms like this or even more. Right, I seriously need to get laid.
My schedule for the next two weeks are so packed up. I was invited to a book launch, an international literary celebration, a girl's night, book signing and a party for Published Authors Association. I also need to speed up my writing. I need to get it done in the next two months. For now, I need to mentally prepare myself for all those events. I'm not a social person. I hate crowd. And it takes an immense power to attend all those events.
I was typing. My fingers attacking the keyboard in a blur when my phone pinged and lit up with a notification. I paused and picked it up.
"Bay Coat College professor; Aspen Cruz been hospitalized after a hair saloon accident"