Chapter twenty-nine

Becca

I was at Brooklyn's listening to her chat shit in my ear. It's been two weeks and I still hadn't got any from Kayden. He promised, he said he'd give it to me, but he's barely been around. I don't know what was wrong with my hormones lately, but I wanted his dick! He thinks he'd be taking advantage, but he just doesn't understand. It's killing me, cos for some reason I want it so badly, but we aren’t even together. So if we were to do it, I'd be banging my best friend. He was the only one I could confide in at my time of need, and he's helped out a lot, plus he was the only one that could give me the finger.

Wow, I need to calm down.

"I love the way you just ignore me, thanks." I turned to Brooklyn who was screwing me. She went back to her computer screen.

"You're welcome." She kissed her teeth and continued to browse through Charles' pictures on Facebook. Jesus, what a perverted stalker.

Everything was cool I guess. I mean, I haven't seen or heard from Leon which was good. I regretted telling Kayden but he said he wasn't going to do anything, and I trusted him not to. All my cuts and bruises had gone down now which was awesome. That means I'm back bitches.

The female BOSS is back!

Kayden thinks don is better, but fuck him, what does he know? I've spoken to Stacey once or twice over the phone; she was living it up in Manchester, which was good for her. Chris had returned from wherever the fuck he was, but Grace has been ignoring him ever since, which has been funny to witness. My uncle and cousins were still round mine, no-one knows when they're leaving but I've grown accustomed to their company, I wouldn't mind if they stayed.

Everything was back to normal...kinda. The only thing I needed to overcome was this lust for Kayden's piece. I'm Rebecca Stellon, I can't fuck my friend, that just won't cut it. The dreams were becoming more frequent aswell. It was his sex appeal; maybe if he looked less attractive, then fine—but no, he has to look fuckable everyday.

Story of my life.

"I love this picture." I looked to see a picture of Charles topless. Ew.

"Good for you." Kayden topless: now that's a straight orgasm.

"Look at his V though, he's so..." she bit her lip.

"You're whipped."

She laughed. "Not my fault he gives good sex."

I cringed. I was immediately brought back to the phone call of them having sex while I was trying to converse with Brooklyn.

"That's messed up," I muttered.

"If you saw it Becc's, oh my God." She sighed. "Sex with Charles is tops."

The thought made me shudder. All he ever did was fuck her brains out. He's turned her into some machine, it was actually quite worrying. Well, at least Brooklyn was getting some. Not that I was desperate, but after the amount of dreams I've had, I wanted Kayden to fulfil my fantasies, to just put me out of my misery once and for all.

"He's your first, course you're gonna think that," I replied.

She rolled her eyes. "You wouldn't understand."

"How would you know?"

She turned to me, shocked. "What? Have you and Kayden...?"

"Nah." She gave me a look, unconvinced. "We haven't...just other stuff."

She gasped dramatically. "You let him lick you out?!"

My eyes widened. "What? Why is that the first thing you think of?" She laughed and I rolled my eyes. "Forget it."

"I wanna know."

I tutted and sighed. Might as well let it out, maybe she'll understand.

"He fingers me."

As expected her jaw hung low. "I thought you weren't together?"

"We're not."

She quirked a brow. "So what the hell?"

Okay, she didn't understand.

"It's not my fault. One minute we're relaxing, and the next he's fingering me."

"Wow...so it's forced?"

I glared at her blankly. Definitely didn't understand.

"No. I like it."

Her eyes widened. "How long has this been going on for?"

I shrugged. "A few months."

"And you tell me this now?"

"Sorry. I forgot to broadcast it in school when it first happened," I muttered sarcastically.

She rolled her eyes. "You know what I mean. If you have problems with it you can always tell me. I remember when Charles did his ting. Proper uncomfortable." She shivered at the memory.

"I don't have any problems. With Kayden it's not like that," I said taking control of her mouse and logging out of her Facebook. Like I've got time to look at Charles' pictures. Sick of seeing that dudes face. She simply laughed.

"When do you go back to work?"

I shrugged not bothered. It was the Christmas holidays, and I've been off for like three days so far. I actually didn't wanna go back. The tree was up, along with the decorations, only thing to do now was get the presents.

"I was thinking of spending this Christmas with him. Good idea?" she asked, referring to Charles.

"Bad idea. Stick with your family; you can bang him on Boxing Day or something."

She nodded. "True."

I gave her a look. I was only joking, but she actually wanted to fuck this guy!

"Brooks, you can have as much fun as you want, but when you come running to me, bawling bout a wrecked vagina, I'm gonna walk off and ignore you."

She started creasing. "We don't do it that much!"

"You obviously do." I shook my head in disappointment.

She sighed and lay back on her bed. "You don't understand, Becc's. You think getting fingered is pleasure; you ain't even felt anything yet."

"Maybe I don't want to," I lied.

She stared right at me. "Sex is the best; when they do it just right, it's one of greatest pleasures a woman can ever feel." She sighed and shivered.

I frowned. Now she was just rubbing it in.

"Right," I nodded.

"What Charles does is use the glow-in-the-dark condoms. Makes it more fun." She smirked. I gave her a blank look. Brooklyn was always focused on church and Sunday school once upon a time, and now this.

"I'm gonna pretend I never heard that," I muttered. I decided to go on my Facebook. Trust, I ain't been on it for decades, it's just so dead.

I logged on and noticed I had a new friend request.

Marik 'Get Gwop' Johnson

I shrugged and clicked accept. For some odd reason I found myself clicking onto Kayden's profile and selecting his pictures. I didn't mean to, my hands had a mind of their own. I went to the picture of us two, one he had made Zaine take by bribing him with a new PSP game.

"That's a nice pic," Brooks commented with a smile.

"Thanks."

"You two make a good couple."

I sighed. "I don't like him-..."

"No Becca! You can't keep telling everyone the same bullshit sentence. If you didn't like him you wouldn't be this close with him. You wouldn't let him do those things to you. Think about it."

"Whatever," I mumbled. I hate when people chat shit in my ear.

She watched me for a few minutes. "You two aren't normal friends. You know it."

I nodded slowly. The realisation was already there, but now it had seriously hit me. Friends don't kiss on a daily basis and do the things we do. Friends don't lust after each other like we do... I've never felt such an urge to sex one of my friends either. I sighed and rubbed my face.

"You're right," I whispered. 

"Course I'm right, I'm Brooklyn." She smiled triumphantly. I shook my head and looked up at the ceiling. Stress was beginning to take over.

"Fucking hormones," I kissed my teeth.

She laughed and sat up. "Does he always finger you?" she asked.

"Not all the time."

"Are you sure you two haven't..." She made hand gestures.

"Nah man."

She nodded slowly. "Alright, well you do whatever you feel is right. Only you can control this." She stood up and went over to her wardrobe. She was right. Only I can control this shit, only I can say what we can and can't do. I need to talk to that prick.

"I need to go Christmas shopping," she announced. She sighed and turned to me. "Will you follow me on Tuesday?"

I nodded in confirmation. "I need to go do that shit aswell." I sighed. Don't get me wrong, Christmas is cool and all, but the prices of things can be a bitch. I got my phone out and text Kayden.

—We need to talk

Call me

I scratched my arm and immediately regretted sending the text, but it's true, we did need to talk about all this thing we like to call a 'friendship'.

"You know what song reminds me of you and Kayden?" Brooks asked, now sat back in her computer chair. I shook my head, already expecting something stupid. She went onto YouTube then found the video and clicked play.

Look what this girl done did to me,

She done cut me off from a good good love,

She told me that those days were gone (gone, gone).

Now I'm sitting here going half crazy,

Cos I know she still thinks about me too,

And it ain't no way in hell, that I could be just friends with you (you, you).

And I wish we never did it,

And I wish we never loved it,

And I wish I never fell so deep in love wid you,

And now it ain't no way we can be friends.

I rolled my eyes. "You're a cunt you know."

She started laughing. "You two can't be friends."

"Fuck you." She smiled and changed it to ‘What's My Name’ by Rihanna. She began to sing along, doing the same dance movements. I dashed the pillow at her head, causing her to trip over and bang her leg. Reminded me of when I made Natalie drop off the windowsill in the same way. I smiled to myself.

Two points for me.

Soon I arrived home and slammed the door shut. I had rushed since it was dark and there was no-one in sight. Thoughts of Leon appearing dwelled on me, so instead of waiting for the bus, I ran.

"Rebecca!" I heard uncle call.

"Yeah, it's me," I replied. I kicked off my trainers and hung my coat up. I went upstairs to discover it was quiet. I opened Andre's door to see him and his friend, Isiah, playing COD.

I smiled. "Afternoon youngings."

Andre realised it was me and screwed, whereas Isiah smiled.

"Wagwaan babes?" Urgh. It's been years and this boy was still on my nuts!

"About babes, you're like 3, don't use those words."

He laughed. "I'm old enough. Man's 15 now."

At a moment like this, I wish COD was real; I'd grab a flamethrower and burn him. I decided to leave them to it as I now felt sick to my stomach. I then headed to the spare room; Claycia was sat on the bed, chatting away on her phone. Already making friends I see, go her. Diamond was on the other end of the bed, engrossed with whatever was on TV. I just left them to it also. I wasn't even bothered to socialise, all I wanted was to speak with Kayden, but the prick hadn't even rang me back yet. I got to my room and collapsed on the bed then closed my tired eyes...

He did it again, and this time it was much more painful. I screamed at the burning sensation and shut my eyes.

"You did this! You fucking brought this on yourself!" he spat viciously.

He done it a third time and I screeched in agony.

"Shut the fuck up!" he yelled.

I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as I looked up at him. He was sneered at me angrily and gripped onto my hair tight. I yelped and attempted to scramble free.

"I should fucking end your life," he whispered in my ear. "I should just jook you up and leave you to die, just like you did to me."

His grip on my hair tightened. I screamed in agony; my scalp burned and my eyes stung from the numerous tears.

"But it's okay, I prefer this instead."

He flashed that sick, twisted grin and done it a fourth time. I had then lost the will to live. He laughed and his grin widened.

"It's me and you now, Becc's. Just me and you..."

"Ree..."

My eyes shot open. My chest ached in sorrow as my heart raced at the painful memory. I swallowed hard and realised my clothes were sticking to my skin due to the nervous sweating. I whimpered and noticed Kayden was sat right on the edge of the bed with his jacket on. I watched him and sat up, still panting heavily. He edged closer and pulled me into his chest. I breathed deeply and felt incredibly tense.

"It was just a dream, I'm here," he soothed.

I gulped hard and nodded. "You're here..." I acknowledged.

He kissed my forehead and rubbed my back. Once I had calmed down he released me and lay down after kicking off his converses. I watched him and he gently pulled me on top of him.

"When did you even get here?" I questioned.

"Just now. Your cousin answered, said you were in here."

I felt my wet cheeks and sniffed. He gave me an inquisitive look.

"I'm fine," I assured, using the sleeve of my jumper to wipe the tears away.

"Sorry for not calling," he said fiddling with my fingers.

I sniffed once again. "I was waiting."

"I know, I was busy, but I came to check on you instead." I laid my head on his chest. He stroked my face as I listened to his steady heartbeat. "What do we need to talk about?" he asked softly.

"Us."

"What about us?"

I brought my head up to look at him. Time to let it out...

"We both know that what we do is wrong, considering we aren't even together. Our friendship isn't so friendly."

He gave me an odd look. "What brought this on?"

I shrugged, playing around with his plait. "Just been thinking about it. You’re my best friend, what we do isn't normal. You know this."

He looked me in the eye, a sense of understanding in that soft gaze. "So what you tryna say, Ree?"

I rubbed my face. This was the hard part... "I don't know what I want with you, but I do know that I can't leave you. You confuse me and make me feel things that other boys haven't. Sometimes I feel that we should do something about it, this sexual attraction might ruin what we have." I shrugged. "So maybe we should stop all this, it's not what friends do."

He lightly traced his fingertips across my jawbone before moving them downwards to my neck, then shoulder. "Maybe we aren't friends," he whispered.

My breathing quickened as he laid a gentle kiss to my temple. I sat up to move away from those soft lips. "You're doing it again," I said shakily. "This is exactly what I'm talking about."

He sat up with me still straddling him and leaned against the headboard. "There's nothing wrong with what we do," he assured, gently kissing my throat.

I peered up to the ceiling and released a deep breath. "I get these urges; I don't think it’s healthy," I murmured.

He left his lips pressed against my neck; I felt them form into a sideways smirk.

"What kind of urges?" he questioned in a low tone.

My breath then caught in my throat and the urge instantly grew stronger. "You know," was all I replied, getting frustrated. He was making this hard for me.

"So what do you wanna do about it?" he asked with another kiss to my neck.

"I don't know. I'm confused."

He used his fingers to brush my hair back. "We can be together," he proposed. Then he kissed my lips softly. "I'm here, all you have to do is say yes."

I swallowed hard at the suggestion. "I don't know..."

"You know how I feel, Rebecca, you can't lie and say you don't feel the same. I know you do." He slowly pulled my head back by tugging at my hair and tenderly sucked on my neck. I was beginning to feel mildly hot and was now finding it hard to swallow. He wasn't even putting pressure on me. He was giving me a choice.

Friends...or relationship?

For some reason I was finding it hard to decide. I can't stall Kayden, it's been ages already. In all fairness he deserved an answer now, but I just couldn't give him one. I was confused.

"What if something happens?" I asked quietly.

"Nothing's gonna happen, Ree. Just say yes."

I shook my head. "I can't."

"Why?"

"I don't know."

He gave me a solid glare. "You trust me?"

"Yeah, you know I do."

"So we can make this work." He stopped and stared me in the eyes. "I love you."

I stared back in amazement and felt my chest tighten. From the look he gave me, I knew he was telling the truth.

I sighed and scratched my head in despair. "Why? Why me?"

"Because I do, you're different. Something about you attracts me. You're special to me, and I don't wanna lose you. I'm so protective of you. I get the strong urge to make you mine. At first I thought you were sexy, but after getting to know you I found out there was more to your looks. Took me awhile to realise it, but these feelings are strongest feelings I've ever felt for any girl...I love you."

I was left stunned. My heart rate sped up as my mouth gaped open in shock. I knew he had feelings for me, but I was never aware of how strong they were. Finally, after all these months of being with Kayden and getting to know him, I can finally admit that there was something strong there, but I don't know what.

I was scared to find out.

A small peck led to a long, passionate kiss. I held his neck and felt the throbbing sensation between my thighs. The tingling was present; I couldn't control myself. He doesn't understand how much I wanted him, but how much I was trying to restrain, and how hard it is to do so. He broke the kiss and shifted to my neck, wrapping his arms around my waist and lifting me up higher onto his erect piece.

"I know you love me too," he whispered. "You can say yes."

I gulped. He continued to suck on my neck and whispered sweet things in my ear. I couldn't deal with this right now, fuck. He went back to my lips and gave them a gentle peck.

"Don't do this to me," I pleaded, feeling flustered.

"I'll give you time, but you know I want you, just like you want me." He smiled and ran his fingers down my back.

I sighed and rested my forehead against his. I laid my hands on his chest and found myself staring into his eyes. I didn't realise my body was reacting to his erection until he hissed through his teeth and gave me a naughty glare.

"You'll give me time?" I asked on his lips.

He rubbed my arm. "Course."

We stayed like that for awhile without saying a word, until I decided to speak again.

"Something's there, but I dunno what it is."

He smiled and smoothed my hair back. "I'll wait. When the time’s right, all you have to do is call or text, and I'll know."

I kissed his lips softly and he responded. He turned over so he was on top and continued. We kissed for awhile and I realised it was making the urges worse. That gut feeling was still there, I still wanted him. I heard someone giggle and looked towards the door to see Diamond stood there with a grin on her face.

"Leave!" I demanded.

"Becca and Kayden sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes-..." I dashed my pillow at the door and she laughed before fleeing.

"I need a lock," I said with a screw. He laughed and flicked my nose. This prick needed to leave my nose be.

"I love your screwface," he whispered.

"Why?"

"It's sexy."

I rolled my eyes. "Alright, Kayden."

"Makes me wanna do things to you," he smirked. I smiled and he pecked me on the lips. I noticed his coat was still on.

"Aren't you gonna take it off?" I asked.

He raised a brow suggestively. "You want me to strip?" I rolled my eyes and he chuckled. "I need to go." Right then it was as if my whole world came crashing down...

Dramatic I know, but he can't leave!

"Why?" My eyes narrowed.

"Gonna go see my uncle Ryan." He was about to get up but I held onto his sleeve.

"Can't you stay for abit?"

He smiled, amused by my weak attempt to make him stay. "Should've been there by now."

I released his grip and looked away. "Alright," I replied blankly.

Back in the day he never had anywhere else to be, just here. We'd always spend time together. Lately he's been 'busy' and now comes at least once a week, if that. I missed the time we spent. Typical, now the dipshit's leaving again. He noticed my expression and brought his face closer.

"Goodbye kiss," he requested on my lips.

"You asking or telling?"

"Telling." I gave him a look and kissed him for a brief second. When I pulled away he raised an eyebrow. "The fuck was that?"

"Your goodbye kiss."

He tutted. "Gimme a proper one."

"Not if you're gonna demand like that."

He laughed. "Can I please have my goodbye kiss, Becc's?" I held his neck and kissed him fully on the lips. He eventually pulled away and bit his lip. "Making me wanna stay," he whispered. I laughed and lightly pushed him off of me.

"Just go, its okay."

He stood up reluctantly. "Come round tomorrow then yeah? I'll be about." I nodded and he soon left.

I looked around feeling bored already, and then smiled at the thought of what Kayden said about waiting; all it takes is a phone call or text. I could still smell his sweet scent in the air. I inhaled the Calvin Klein cologne and exhaled. Nah Becca, take your mind off of him, it's not that hard. I got up and decided to occupy myself.

What to do, Becc's... Bother Kieran? Terrorise Andre?

Both?

I shrugged. Might aswell, it's a free country. I left my room and headed into Kieran's, ready to make his life hell...

Kayden

I got in the car and sighed. It didn't feel right lying to Ree, but it was for her own good. I just want her to be safe again, and this was the only way. I drove round to the usual spot where TJ and dem were waiting. When I got there the gate and door was left open. I stepped in and slammed it behind me. The lights were all off; just the way I liked it.

"Tempz!" I heard Tj call.

"Yo." I walked through into the main room to see all the mans. They all nodded but I paid no mind, I was too busy focusing on the prick swinging to and fro with the rope as he hung from the ceiling. I didn't feel like ending his life just yet, I preferred to see him suffer a bit.

I watched him closely and took a seat. They all gaped at me, waiting to see what I was going to do. Fuck the long ting, man wanted to cotch first before I finally burst this yout. I looked at Dwane who was leaning against the wall.

"Light," I said.

He nodded and fished his favourite green lighter out of his pocket, then threw it to me. I caught it and retrieved my zoot then lit it up, taking a couple draws. They all watched, including him. Christian coughed.

"Where's the windows?" he asked in panic.

"What windows blud? It's a fucking warehouse." Dapz gave him a look.

Chris kissed his teeth and went to the far end of the room. After a few minutes I flicked it away and got back up. Just seeing him hanging there pissed me off. I walked towards him and everyone watched in anticipation. His eyes were narrowed, like he hated me...but he has no fucking idea how much I hate him.

"Enjoying your stay yeah?" I asked coolly.

Leon's eyes narrowed even more. Couldn't even screw properly with the bruised cheek and swollen eye I had given him.

"Fuck you," he stammered.

I punched him hard in the stomach. He groaned and his face strained. He was helpless now, just like Ree was when he did the things he did. He made the wrong choice to do so, now that I've taken matters into my own hands.

I left my fist there and whispered in his ear, "What did I tell you about getting rude?"

He coughed and looked away with a sneer. I smiled at the sight of him; tattered garms, swollen face—the works. Nothing brings more joy than the look of death upon someone, particularly in which I hated. I loved the sight of death so much. I laughed and moved away. Wasn't hard to find him, caught him round North with a couple man two weeks ago. Been here ever since; fucking him up and making his life hell. 

He screwed me. "Might as well fucking kill me, got me stuck in here for days." I scrutinised him silently for a minute. "Gwarn then, I dare you!" he yelled.

My face remained blank. Then I smirked.

"You shouldn't dare someone who doesn't give the fuck about the value of your life."

He breathed heavily. "What, you a pussy yeah?"

Fazer stepped closer, about to jab his nose, but I stopped him.

"Nah, leave him," I ordered quietly. He kissed his teeth and stepped back.

"I don't fucking care, Hayden and a couple man know about you. Watch when they come init, fuck up all you lot!"

I paused. Hayden? I watched him closely. "Who's Hayden?"

He glared at me, his eyes full of hatred. "Fuck off, man ain't a snake out 'ere."

Chris gave me the look and I nodded in confirmation. He threw me the knuckle braces from the drawer. I caught them and slid them on. He watched me curiously as I flexed my knuckles.

"You see these tings, Leon, they can fuck up a don."

His breathing changed. I then went straight for his face, which swung sideways from the impact. He coughed and spat out blood before turning back towards me. His face had now developed a new scratch, which began to bleed instantly.

"Who's Hayden?" I asked again.

He hung his head in defeat. "Some yout I know. You and your boys took Dean, his cousin, so he's after you." He slowly looked up. "And when he comes he's gonna fucking end you!"

I watched him with no expression. "By the end of today one life will be ended."

Couple hours later all the mandem had gone, except for Christian. He claimed he had to stick around so I didn't do anything reckless. He must not know me.

Reckless was my middle name.

I leaned back in my chair and continued to stare at this prick. The skin on his joints was beginning to change colour from the material of the rope. His eyes remained closed, as if he was in deep thought.

"When is Hayden coming?" I questioned.

"I don't know," he answered. Funny how his attitude had drastically changed. Just yesterday he was acting bad, threatening to break free and 'fuck us all up'. I simply laughed and beat him with a baseball bat for over fifteen minutes. But he still hadn't learnt shit. He knows why he's here, yet he doesn't regret it. I felt my Blackberry vibrate and looked to see a text from Ree.

—Yes
Xx

I smiled and put my phone away. All she had to say was yes, and she has...now she was officially mine.

"Look yeah, mans sorry. Tell her I'm sorry. I didn't mean to do it blud. She provoked me and had me in hospital for two months. I just wanted her to be mine again. I didn't mean for this shit to happen. Just let me go man, please..." he sobbed.

I watched him closely and stood up. I walked towards him until we were eye to eye.

"Beg," I demanded.

"I beg you man, please. I'm sorry, it won't happen again, I swear."

I laughed, amused by his pussy tendencies. "Won't happen again, yeah?"

He nodded and Chris scoffed. I got Dwane's green lighter from my pocket and fiddled with it.

"Did you let Ree go when she begged you?" He fell silent. Then I gripped his neck. "Did you?" I asked quietly.

"N-No," he sputtered.

I squeezed his neck. "Why the fuck should I let you go then?"

He breathed deeply. I watched as his eyes rolled back from the lack of air. After a few seconds I let go. He gasped and coughed heavily.

"You know what you did to her, Leon? You messed her up. She's changed because of you. So sorry isn't gonna cut it." I looked at Chris and he nodded. He went into the cupboard and pulled it out, then handed it to me. I turned the lid and opened it up, staring at him intently. After pouring the petrol all over him, watching him cough and splutter, I smiled in satisfaction.

I had him right where I wanted him.

With the lighter still in my hand I flicked at it repeatedly till I created a flame. I watched his frightened eyes; they were wide with horror and dread. He already knew.

"Wait outside, Chris," I said.

He sighed and walked out without hesitation. He knew what I was doing, and he tried talking me out of it...but nah, this had already been decided from when Ree showed up at my doorstep on that fateful day. I stared him out silently for a few seconds before sighing.

"Some words of advice yeah? Never fuck with someone who has nothing to lose," I muttered, stuffing a piece of cloth into his mouth.

I stepped back and watched as the flame caught onto his hoody and slowly spread all over his body.

He screamed in agony. But I watched with emotionless eyes.

I dropped the lighter.

The flames up-roared into an inferno and began to spread over the abandoned furniture.

Eventually the screaming stopped.

His body was soon gone, withered away.

I smirked.

As the fire caught onto the rope, it spread onto the ceiling, walls, and floors.

But by then I had already left.

I hopped into the car with an impatient Chris, who turned to me quickly as soon as I had got in. He released a great breath.

"You ready?" he asked. I looked in the rear-view mirror and witnessed the warehouse; caught alight, burning. Slowly.

"Yeah," I said. He sighed and started the engine.

We drove off.

—???—

"What do you want from me, eh?" he enquired, staring numerous daggers into my eyes.

"I need a favour. I've heard about you. I know what you do, and I want something done."

He retrieved a lighter from his pocket and lit up a cigarette, and then he took a draw and exhaled slowly, allowing smoke to fill the air like a dusty canvas.

"What's the problem?" he rasped.

"This girl fucked around with me. I want her taken care of."

He chuckled lightly and flicked at the cig, shedding the ashes into its ashtray. "You know I don't come cheap."

I curled my lip. "Three bills," I offered.

He stared at me silently and laughed. "Fucking three bills." He blew more smoke, this time out of his flaring nostrils. "Eight," he demanded.

I screwed slightly. "Will you get the job done?"

He stood up and slowly approached my chair, but walked behind it and bent down so he was behind me. His warm breath tickled my neck.

"Do you have the money or not?" he whispered on my neck.

I swallowed hard. "Yeah."

He smiled broadly and gently kissed my neck, it made me shudder. It was so disgusting.

"I can get the job done, depending on how you want it done," he said in my ear.

"The worst possible thing," I muttered.

"Mm, full blown revenge yeah?" I nodded and he stood back up. "I'll see what I can do."

I looked up at him. "That's not good enough. I need to know that you'll do this."

His eyebrows narrowed. "Don't fucking question what I do or how I do it. I said I'll see what I can do." I nodded immediately and he smiled. "I like your mind; how twisted it is." He took another draw then exhaled. "Ever thought of shottin?"

I shook my head. "I just want this done as quick as possible."

"What's the rush?"

"Just knowing that she's walking the streets and getting away with what she did, it sickens me. I want her fucking dead." I clenched my fists and felt my temple pulsating, just by thinking of her. She actually made my blood boil.

"See, fucking twisted." He chuckled in amusement. "You like the thought of death yeah?"

"I want her dead," I said again.

He put the cigarette out and looked at me. I gave him a picture of her that I managed to get hold of; the day she messed with me and made the wrong mistake. But not to worry, I'll have my comeuppance.

He analysed it carefully. "This her yeah?" I nodded to confirm. "What's her name?"

"Rebecca. Rebecca Stellon. And I want her dead, Marik."