is flank me until I can get in the middle of the crowd that surrounds Ramirez. He made sure to amp up his protection when he knew I was coming back in. That alone makes it all worth it.
“I love you Mols. I’ll see you soon Drake,” I mumble under my breath before I start to move.
My walk turns into a jog and in no time at all I’m standing face to face with the fucker that played me. The fucker that threatened my family. His smirk nearly pisses me off, but I love the surprise on his face when I shake the shank from my sleeve and down into my hand.
His eyes widen as I move in. The blade moves perfectly through his skin. Blood sprays from all angles as I pull it free from his neck and stab it under his ribs. I lose count of how many times I’ve stabbed him before he falls.
Silence fills the yard before I feel it. That burn, ache, the feeling of a blade entering my body. I could scream and fight back, but why? This is my fucking destiny. This is my fate. I always knew it was coming. The day I stepped foot in here not too long ago, I could feel it.
As the crowd closes in around me I hear my bones crack and splinter. Pain explodes inside of me. I crumble.
That’s when I see it. That’s when I see him. In the darkness that surrounds me, there is one tiny spot of light.
“Drake?”
“Hi dad!”
The end
VIKING
Chapter 1
VIKING
“Fin! Get the fuck over here,” I roar as I stand here holding a box addressed to his sister.
“What’s wrong?” he asks out of breath from hauling ass over to me.
I shake my head and look down at the box once more. “You wanna tell me what the fuck a will-a-dong box is?” I ask holding the brown wrapped box up for him to see.
He shrugs and asks, “How the fuck should I know?”
“It’s addressed to your goddamn sister.”
“He’s right. It is mine. Thank you.”
Speak of the fucking devil. Carnie struts right up to us snatching the box out of my hands with a smirk on her face.
“And since when do you fuckin’ live here? I don’t remember you movin’ in,” I ask her.
Carnie turns on her heel and sticks her tongue out at me. For a twenty-two-year-old she is pretty goddamn hot. Her long black hair hangs to her waist and her brown eyes shimmer in the lights.
If she wasn’t Fin’s sister, I would have fucked her senseless.
“Well, I can’t get it at home. My boyfriend would kill me.” The look in her eyes sets alarms off in my head. Why would he care?
“Why? What the fuck is in the box?” asks Fin. I’m not really sure I want the answer to that question after reading the label.
“Come over here and I’ll show you,” Carnie squeals and moves toward one of the empty tables. She rips open the box. As soon as it’s open Fin regrets asking.
“Jesus Christ I don’t need to see that shit Carn,” Fin snaps.
Carnie ignores him and starts pulling out the items and setting them on the table. This shit holds my interest, so I keep watching her. She pulls out a vibrator, butt plugs in various sizes, and nipple clamps. “I don’t even wanna see this.” I chuckle as Fin says once more and turns to walk away.
“Loser,” she screams at his back.
“Why bother to order it if your man won’t let you play with it?”
Carnie’s eyes come to meet mine. There’s sadness in them that I’m not sure I like seeing. I’ve known her for years. I don’t know much about her, but she comes around every so often.
“A girl has needs Viking. If the man isn’t filling them? Well, something has to.”
I walk closer to her and let my fingers run over one of the butt plugs as I step up behind her. Leaning down near her ear I whisper, “Maybe you just need a new man to show you what it’s like to be fucked until you can’t walk.” Carnie shivers as her body starts trembling in front of me.
“If I didn’t already have a boyfriend, I might actually take you up on that.” Her voice comes out softer than I thought it would. She’s always been so outspoken and loud, but now that I have her cornered she’s shy.
“Don’t give a damn about the boyfriend darlin’. You wanna know what a real fuck