Page 52 of Ricochet
I had no control over my body, over my actions, but the next thing I knew, the gun strapped into the holster at Tristan’s hip was in my hand, and I stood in front of the two of them. The shock on Cynthia’s face, and the mild amusement on Kieran’s were driving me crazy. He laughed at me, while Cynthia tried covering her naked body with a sheet beneath her knees.
Adrenaline, pure adrenaline was what got me through my actions.
“What are you doing here, whore?” the piece of shit who I wanted to kill since our high school days dared to ask.What am I doing here?
“Have you ever seen a demon, Cynthia?” I scratched my temple with the barrel. “You know, a human one.”
“What are you talking about?” She turned to Kieran who kept smiling. “What is she talking about, babe?”
The twitching in my eye started at her words, the need to fucking strangle her grew stronger with every second.
“Yeah, babe,” I mocked. “Can you explain to your bimbo what I’m talking about?”
“Kieran,” she pleaded, but I had no more patience for the slut in front of me.
“What I’m talking about,” I took a few steps closer to the edge of the bed, where she still kneeled clutching that fucking sheet, “is if you’ve ever seen a demon walking around in human flesh. I mean, you were fucking one, so I assume that you have.”
“Ophelia, darling—”
“You don’t get to call me darling.” With one swift movement, I gripped her hair in my hand and yanked her off the bed. She was always a tiny little thing, save for her boobs and ass. Always shorter than me, always lower than me, and I regretted failing to shoot her all those years before.
“Kieran!” she screamed, but that fucker kept sitting there, watching the scene in front of him unfold. Of course he would enjoy this. He would even try to make this whole shitshow as me being jealous of the whole scene, when the truth was much, much worse.
“He won’t help you now. You see,” I pulled the safety of the gun off, and placed the barrel on her forehead, “once you sell yourself to the Devil, somebody has to collect the soul.”
“No, no...” Her lower lip trembled, her whole body started shaking. “Please. I’ll do anything. Please God, please—”
“God doesn’t live here anymore.” I grinned at her. “This is my playground, my domain, and I want to see you bleed. I wanted to do this four years ago because you took everything from me. I have always wondered what the color of your blood was. Do you know?”
“I don’t—”
Before she could finish the sentence, I pulled the trigger, and a loud bang echoed through the room. The white sheet fell at my feet, the remnants of her brain, her blood, splattered on the bed behind her. Her lifeless body dropped down, coloring the floor red, and as I kneeled in front of her, the joy I always felt after each kill spread through my chest. My heart pumped faster. My blood ran warmer. Her lifeless eyes stared at my feet, and I dipped one finger into the hole in her forehead.
“Huh.” I lifted my finger coated in her blood. “It’s too light. I expected it to be darker.”
The sudden clapping had me lifting my head higher, the gun still clutched in my hand.
“There she is.” Kieran jumped from the bed, his dick bobbing between his legs. He was still hard even after my little show. “I wondered when you would show us your true colors.”
My God, I forgot how beautiful he really was. His chest glistened with sweat, dripping over his six-pack, and that delicious V, leading to his hips. I wanted to fuck him, and then cut off his dick for everything he did to me.
“Fuck off.” I stood up and started retreating backwards toward Tristan, but when I turned, he was nowhere to be seen. That little—
“I was fucking somebody, and you ruined my fun.” He was suddenly in front of me, and I gulped at the sudden nearness. Time, I still needed time.
“I’d say I’m sorry,” I placed one hand on his chest, “but I’m not. Now if you’ll excuse me—”
“Why in such a rush, birdy?” He took a hold of the gun, enveloping my hand and pulled it to his temple, the barrel resting there. “Didn’t you come here to kill me?”
I swallowed hard, the fine line I walked blurring with the words he said.
“Come on, pretty birdy. Tell me why you’re here.” He lowered the gun, pressing it against his cheek. “Are you here to hurt me?” He pressed the barrel to his lips. “Or love me?”
“I-I...”
I fucking stuttered. The safety was still off, and he moved the gun, putting it in his mouth. A sick smile spread around the gun and if I moved my finger just an inch, I could end this. I would be free.
Free of him.
