Stalker - Clarissa Wild Page 0,91
a blur. I just wanted to get the fuck out of that cabin, and so did Drago. I contacted them, and they gave me a new job to complete first. I told them about Drago being there, and they said they wanted to see what he was capable of. He accepted the offer, of course. Next thing I know, he’s hired.”
I shake my head, walking to the kitchen with him. “I can’t believe this shit.”
“Neither can I, but you just gotta deal with the hand that’s given to you.”
DeLuca sits down at the table and looks at the mess Vanessa and I made. They don’t know we just fucked there, so it makes me grin thinking about the fact that he’s putting his hand on a tablecloth stained with her pussy juices.
“What are you grinning at, emo?” Drago growls.
“What did you call me?” I say, squinting, making a fist.
“Calm down, guys,” DeLuca says, trying to ease the situation.
There’s no easing here. I fucking hate the dude, but what I hate even more is that they’re in this house while Vanessa is only two staircases away. Naked. Shackled. Easy to assault.
I can’t fucking let that happen. She’s mine. This is my business. They’d better not get in between or heads are going to roll.
With every passing second, sweat builds up on my back as I ponder what to do. If she makes a sound, I’m done for. They’d know she’s here, and then Drago will want a piece of her. The code is code … the organization protects its own, which is why I know DeLuca will probably not come to my aid if I attack him. Or he may even help Drago, since I’m the one breaking the rules. I don’t want to fucking fight DeLuca. He’s a friend. Or at least, I thought he was. However, if I must, I must.
Vanessa is mine, and I protect what’s mine at all cost.
They’d better get the fuck out fast, so I can get back to business as usual. I don’t want to waste any time, so I quickly serve them some chips I found in the cabinet above the sink.
Sighing, I open the fridge while Drago is already drinking from a can of beer he found. “What kind of shit is this?” he says after a burp. “Tastes like piss.”
“Well, then I guess you’re all too familiar with it.”
“Say what?” He slams the can down on the table.
“You heard me. Must be your bottom lip that smells.”
“Fucking emo … always so polite,” he mutters.
“That’s it.”
I grab a knife from the counter, turn around, and lunge at him across the table. DeLuca only just manages to get between us, grab my arm, and twist it, causing me to drop the knife.
“Don’t fucking fight each other!” he says. “Goddammit. Enough.”
“What?” Drago says. “Want a piece of this? C’mon then, emo.”
“Fuck you,” I spit, giving him the finger.
“Feel strong with your black hair and your piercings, emo?” he taunts.
“Why don’t you come over here and fucking see for yourself,” I spit.
“Shut up! Everybody shut up!” DeLuca suddenly yells. He glances back and forth between the both of us. “Take a fucking breather, okay. Let’s all calm down. We’re just here to share a table, nothing more.”
“I don’t want to fucking share anything,” I say.
“I need to take a piss,” Drago says, as he gets up from his chair. “Where’s the bathroom?”
I wince. “Like I’d ever fucking tell you.”
“Fine, I’ll go find it myself,” he says, as he walks out of the kitchen.
Shit, that’s no good. I can’t let him roam the house. What if he finds her?
“It’s down the hall and to the fucking left,” I growl after him, but he’s already gone.
When I try to go after him, DeLuca grabs my shoulder. “Hey, dude, it’ll be okay. Just don’t take it so personal.”
“What?” I turn around. “Why do you care so much? Did you forget he tried to choke you back at the prison?”
“I didn’t forget, but I also know what a man will do to survive. You of all people should know that,” he says.
God, sometimes he pisses me off so much with his unwanted wisdom, although he is right. A man will do pretty much anything to get out of jail.
“Whatever,” I say, shrugging. “I just want him gone as soon as possible.”
“I get it. We’ll just be here to grab some food and then we’ll be gone again.”
“Fine, but you’d better not stay any longer than that.”
“Aw, you don’t love