The Butcher of the Bay Part II - J. Bree Page 0,30
own him just as wholly.
He bites his lip and I nearly slide off the couch right then to beg him.
Beg him to give me everything I’ve ever wanted and needed.
The alarm starts to sound through the apartment, shrill and earsplitting, and I clutch at my head as the deafening sound makes my brain scream.
“Fuck. Get into the bedroom, baby girl. Grab your gun and wait for me to tell you everything is clear.”
I nod, my palms pressing into my temples to try to lessen the pressure of the pounding there as I follow his instructions. By the time I have the door shut behind me he’s got the alarm shut off and I wait to hear the sounds of a fight.
There’s nothing.
No gunshots, no sounds of a fight, nothing.
I crouch on the ground on the other side of the bed where I’ll be harder to spot if someone actually makes it past Illi and in here, my gun in my hand and aimed at the door, ready to fire the second I need to.
My arms quiver a little, not because I’m scared but because the alarm has made my headache return. My stomach roils at the pain, bile creeping up the back of my throat but I swallow it back down as best as I can. It only takes a few minutes before I hear Illi call out.
“Everything is fine, baby girl. It’s just Roxas’s bitch ass needing some fucking stitches.”
I blink then lower the gun, scrambling to the bathroom to vomit. I brush my teeth afterwards, wincing at the sight of my reflection. I look like a mess, sweaty and pale, and I find some of the little pills Illi had given to me earlier on in my recovery.
When I finally emerge from our bedroom for a second I think I was mistaken and mon Monstre hadn’t called out to me, because there is blood everywhere.
The apartment door is flung open and a trail of blood leads over to the table where Roxas sits with a large bottle of whiskey in his hand as Illi crouches over him.
I slink slowly into the room, careful to step over the thick pools of deep red, and come up to watch as Illi does indeed stitch his friend’s wounds back together.
I had no idea he knew how to do these things.
“Can you pass me the iodine, baby girl? He’s going to get a fucking infection and lose his arm without it.”
Roxas chuckles under his breath, and when I step closer I see the huge flap of skin and flesh that’s been sliced open and very nearly off of his arm.
It doesn’t scare me at all.
In fact, I can’t keep my eyes away from the sight of the neat little black stitches that are slowly lining up as Illi works on the patch up. Roxas doesn’t wince or make a sound, he just sits there drinking his whiskey and telling the story of what happened tonight to get him these wounds.
“Motherfucking Demons. We’ve got spies everywhere, man. Fuck knows who they are but there’s gotta be some on the Council. None of the lower members knew about tonight's pick up. We were real fucking careful about it too, after the last one. So I’m standing there, my dick in my fucking hand, waiting for the pick up and out of nowhere there’s scum Chaos Demons coming at us and I’m caught out.”
Illi grunts under his breath. “Where the fuck was Harbin? I didn’t know you guys did jobs without each other.”
Roxas sighs and stares up at the ceiling. “Problems with his baby mama. Her new man is a dealer and now she’s a tweaker.”
Oh.
He has kids?
Mon Monstre looks just as shocked as I feel but he doesn’t look away from his work. “Since when has he had a kid?”
Roxas huffs. “She was a stripper we both fucked. She stuck pins in the condoms and it was a gamble which one of us ended up tied to the cunt. Harbin lost and now he has twin boys. I keep telling him to take them and keep them at the club but he doesn’t want his kids growing up without a mom. That shit fucks you up but now she’s found some other way to fuck the kids up anyway.”
That sounds terrible and an awful lot like le Loup’s upbringing. I know mon Monstre is thinking the same thing at the tightness of his jaw. He doesn’t care enough about other people for his anger