10. torture their loved ones in front of them
“oh.” I paled, I had never killed anyone, I was scared that would help snap the already thin rope to sanity I was holding onto.
“don’t tell me you've never killed anyone?” Anderson asked like he’s asking me about something I’ve never eaten.
“nope, haven’t. I stick to torture.” I replied. I wasn’t ashamed of it, I looked around the room and they looked genuinely shocked.
“you all have?” I asked and everyone nodded.
“may I ask why?” Anderson asked.
“why give them a quick escape why you can torture them and become karma, why do you guys kill?” I asked all of them, “do you think you're entitled to that life?”
“honestly no one is entitled to take lives Val, but I believe the people we do kill will do more harm alive than dead.” Chase answered and all of them agreed. He looked into my soul trying to solve my puzzle.
“I haven’t met someone like this yet,” I looked up at him with my mask up, “but I will make sure to call one of you to do this deed for me.” I joked.
“well, Chase is the expert.” Vince said nodding his head towards Chase.
“oh I’ve heard.” I replied, remembering his words to my ex. He smirked knowing what I’m referring to.
If Mila’s accusation taught me anything it’s that they don’t know who Charlie is exactly. They might know him as my ex. But his climb up the Snakes ladder was quick and secretive. Only the leaders and their offspring knew, that’s one more advantage I had. Insider information.
“so, cookies?” Vince said and they all got into their roles.
Chase and I were responsible for décor and we were shooed away after they realised we would end up burning down things instead of helping.
We sat on the couch in the living room.
“they like you.” He stated, “I’ve never seen Anderson mush up to someone so quickly. Like it’s been a week.”
“well Anderson and I have met at my old school, so he knew about me since a long time.” I justified, “and about it being only a week, you seem to be completely obsessed too Mr. I was yours when I saw you.” I made my voice deep to mimic his. I think I caught him blush a little. Aw. My heart started beating faster in anticipation of his answer.
“I was yours before I knew you Valerie , you just need to accept it” he teased
“ok cheesy Chase.” I smiled, “make me believe you.” I regret saying that. Never say that to a boy who can throw you a look and you’d melt.
He took the knife I gave him in the car, It had a speck of his blood on it. He moved his torso towards me and my upper body scooted backwards which positioned him on top of me. Oh fuck. He smirked. The black metal met my skin like ice to vodka. One of my hand moved towards his beating heart, It was as fast as mine, the other held the knife with him, daring him to cut me. The cold metal left a burning desire for its holder and I was a goner. He slid it from my ear to my neck. I gasped. My cobalt eyes met the greyest ones, like storm clouds, held a mysterious depth that conceals both secrets and death itself. He lowered himself makings his lips meet my skin an inch above where the knife’s sharp end kissed my skin. He pecked that spot which sent an electric wave to my core making me arch my back wanting more. Our eyes connected again. He retracted the knife from my skin without causing me a scratch and put it back in the place he had removed it from in the car. I closed my eyes when he said,
“I know how to please you Valerie . You desire the blade on your skin as much as you desire my lips on yours right now. But first we need to decide if we can make this work before anything escalades. I know you through sources, but I want to know more before ACAB and Stacks become connected cause of emotion.” He said and all I could think about is that one word. Emotion. My eyes snapped to his again. Is he confessing his feelings?
“Chase, do you have feelings for me?” I asked and his eyes snapped towards mine, we were back to sitting on the couch.
“fucking hell Valerie . Do I need to carve it out for you. I like you” He yelled
Oh. Fuck.
“how the fuck would I know.” I yelled back. I’m bad at reading people. I only understand pain and torture, not stupid likeliness
“you think you would be alive after you scratch me in the neck?” he answered. Ok touché,
“I did lick it better though.” I said, smirking, he scowled but I didn’t miss the twinkle in his eye. I think toying with him is becoming my new favourite sport.
“was that you marking your territory?” he smiled, I bit back a blush. It was too early to know what I felt, I just found him hot and this man got me. Maybe I do like him. I don’t know.
“whatever helps you kill at night.” We smiled. Like genuine smiles. And I think this sight would be one of my favourites.
We were called to the kitchen by Mila. They made 40 round cookies and we all sat together to decorate them.