Page 78 of Equilibrium
“Awww, touching,” I mocked. “Is that why you pressed a gun against my temple and shoved me into the street?”
“It wasn’t like that. I just—”
“It was exactly like that.” I walked around the table, stopping next to him. He flinched as I touched his hair, keeping his eyes on Storm. He thought he would help him. What a fool. “You fucked up, buttercup.” I leaned down, whispering in his ear, “And now you are gonna be so fucked up.”
“No!” He jumped from his chair. “I didn’t do anything. You are bad!” He turned to me, frantically trying to get as far away from me as possible. “You are evil. You will bring everything bad to this club, to this family!” He was a perfect candidate for a mental institution, and people said I was the crazy one. “They call youBaba Yaga! I know, I know everything. How many children did you kill? How many innocent people died at your hands? How many—”
“A lot!” I yelled. “And there will be many more, honey. You think I’m a monster?” I asked him. “You have no idea what a real monster looks like. What real terror feels like, when it crawls over your skin, when they have no emotions other than their own sick, fucked-up minds. I grew up with one.”
“You’re a monster! You are!” he kept yelling. I was getting a fucking headache.
“Do you know what I like to do to little weaklings like you? I like to carve them up, take their skin off, remove their dicks, all while they’re still alive.” I smiled and lowered my voice before continuing, “And when you feel like you’re dying, like the pain is too much to bear, I like to revive you with a shot of adrenaline, just so that you can feel everything I’m doing to you. Your screams, they’re like the sweetest melody. The stench of your fear, it fuels my rage, because what you did back then, that’s treason. You fucked your club over. The same one you were trying to protect from me.”
“That’s a lie!” He looked at me then at Storm. “You wouldn’t, Prez. I did this for you!”
I couldn’t move my eyes away from the man who almost ruined my life, who kept me away from Storm. I didn’t want to because I wanted to see the look on his face when he realized that this was the end. This was the final destination for him.
“Prez?” he pleaded, but Storm kept quiet, observing him with a calculating gaze. “I promise. I would never betray you, but they told me—”
“Who are they?” I knew what a betrayal felt like, and hearing all of this meant that not only did he fuck up with me, but he betrayed Storm. “Who did you sell us to, you piece of shit?”
Storm jumped up as soon as he asked, rounding the table, and going right for him. I stood on the side, watching as it all unfolded. He wouldn’t kill him, but he would torture him until he spoke. I wasn’t the only one with horror stories attached to my name.
Storm Knoxx was a name you wouldn’t want to utter unless you had a death wish. You wouldn’t even want to think about it, because the things he did to those that fucked with him were some of the most brutal, brilliant things I had ever heard of.
In the blink of an eye, Storm had Sam pressed against the wall, holding the gun to his temple. I pulled my knives out and placed the throwing ones on the table, holding only the dagger I chose. The blade was sharp as I ran my finger over it, waiting for the next move, for whatever was coming next.
“I-I...” Sam’s face was becoming red as his eyes filled with tears. “Please don’t hurt me.”
I loved it when they begged.
“You have two options.” Storm chuckled as I sat on the table. “You can either tell me and Ophelia will kill you without dragging it out further.” Not a chance in hell. I wanted him to suffer. “Or, you continue being a piece of shit, and she can make you wish you were never born.” Now that, I could get on board with.
See, if this wasn’t the true meaning of a relationship, I didn’t know what was.
“No, no, not her.” He tried getting free from Storm’s grip, but Storm wouldn’t budge. “Please, I’m begging you. Don’t let her touch me.” Now he was just being annoying and whiny. “I don’t wanna die.”
“Too late for that.” I laughed. “You made your bed, now you gotta sleep in it.”
“Shut up!” he roared, looking at me. “Shut the fuck up!”
I jumped from the table, taking my dagger with me, and walked to Storm. Placing my hand on his shoulder, I could feel the tension coiling beneath his skin, but this wasn’t just a guy that betrayed him. This fucker betrayed both of us.
“Storm,” I spoke softly, running circles on his back. “I wanna play too.”
“No!” Fuckface roared, but I’d had enough of him. With one swift movement, my hand went beneath Storm’s arm, and I pressed the tip of the dagger to Sam’s throat, drawing out the blood that trickled over the blade. My finger throbbed as I tried to hold the knife, but it was a welcome kind of pain, because I knew he wouldn’t be walking out of this room alive.
“Honey,” I looked at him, “the adults are talking now, so please, for the love of everything, just keep quiet.”
He opened his mouth to say something again, and I pressed the blade further into his skin, eliciting a painful moan from him.
“Atta boy.” I smiled. “Just stand there for a second.”
I looked at Storm who looked awed and murderous at the same time. God, he looked good enough to eat, and I was going to spend the rest of the night letting him do whatever he wanted to me.
“Storm,” I purred. “Can I please play with him now?”
Instead of answering me, he dropped a kiss to my lips and took a step back, leaving me with a dagger to Sam’s throat. I beamed, enjoying this side of him.
