Chapter 20 Twenty
DYLAN XAVIER
10:00pm
I sat on the only chair in the basement looking at the notes. They weren't just notes but threat notes, I didn't know who did it but I had a feeling it was one of my men. Someone must have betrayed me and knowing the consequences had run away even before I returned.
The writings were ragged while some were beautifully written with a calligraphic pen. Suddenly, my eyes caught a very unique one which of course looked finer than the rest. Picking it up, I studied the paper; fine paper with flowery designs and a blot of red ink in the middle… or blood. I read the words slowly.
July.
It was just a word.
Memories of that late July rushed in like wind in a storm… the party, Amy crying and my late wife's death.
“Fuck this,” I said and crumpled the paper but didn't throw it, I still needed to find who had betrayed me.
The light in the basement flickered and it suddenly felt hot. I removed my shirt and tossed it anywhere and decided to let out some steam.
Back when I was still building my empire and when I had left home after my father's death, I had lived on the streets, learned to to get everything the hard way and grew with it.
“How could she be so weak up till now,” I muttered under my breath, punching hard on the wall.
“They had threatened my daughter… her life's at stake”
Punch.
I was getting really pissed off and my hands were bleeding but I didn't care less about it.
And why the fuck did I miss her when I was away?
Punch.
I finally stopped and stared at my hands, they were rough and my knuckles were bleeding. I sighed and all of a sudden I felt the presence of someone.
Annie
“I've made di…”
“Come in,” I said, interrupting her. I turned away from my hands and gazed at her. Her face brought good memories and her body tasted better than heaven.
Annie walked timidly into the basement biting her lower lip and playing with her hair like a highschool girl.
Annoying but cute
“Dinner with fam…”
“Fuck them, I'm not hungry,” I said my eyes not leaving her face. She nodded and turned to leave. “Not so fast milkweed, as I said fuck them. I want you tonight… no, I want you now,” I smirked watching the look of horror mask her pretty face.
“But di…”
“It's you I want to have a taste of,” I said, moving swiftly to her side and unhooking her bra with so much ease. She was a size B and that suited her better especially with her small waist and thighs just the right size.
Using the same speed, I pinned her to the table carefully sweeping all my weapons to the ground with my hand.
“Amy's awake” she quivered, her hands shaking like a fish out of the water.
“Amy won't come here” I muttered sultrily tugging at her dress. I wasn't really tired of buying her night gowns but I should at least let her wear one for three days. I snickered evilly, my hands slid freely under her dress to her nipples.
I'd give God this one for creating a woman better than Delilah.
And she tasted better than the forbidden fruit however it tasted.
My mouth licked her skin till I reached her hard nipples. Using my tongue, I played with it and she moaned… in my fucking basement.
Just as I was getting innocent, the devil in me took hold again. I smiled.
“Spread those legs wide,” I growled, picking the right knife from the floor.
“Let's play” I muttered.
ANNIE
“Let's play,” Dylan said and I gulped looking at the clean knife in his hand. I shut my eyes knowing what was coming next and if I made any wrong move, I might lose a lot of blood. But deep inside I wanted to taste how it felt. If there was a degree of madness then I was already lost. I opened my eyes and stared at his dead eyes.
“What do you plan to do with this?” I asked in a relaxed tone although I was half scared and excited at the same time. “You would find out, my love”
Love?
I shut my eyes once more waiting for the pain but felt none except pure ecstasy as Dylan slid in and out of me. A moan escaped my lips and that's when I felt the pain on my hand, he had cut my hand and was sucking on it… I'm not a psychopath but I felt glorious. I was slowly going insane and I knew it.
“Moan and you'd get more of this”, he whispered into my ears and I bit my lips. Even though I wanted this I knew they might leave scars on my body and the pain after… I didn't want to feel that. But with his continuous thrusting I couldn't hold it in.
To be honest I wasn't really surprised, I was slowly adapting to this life and I didn't want to leave it.
Dylan was doing a good job breaking me and moulding me into a whole different person. Someone who was dead to the world or even better; someone the world was dead to.