Page 164 of Savior
He only chuckles darkly. “You… see, so little… Hell, I practically gift wrapped the answer to your question in that little box. That’s why you and your cop friend broke into our club house, isn’t it? Trying to piece together who I am. It’s what’s brought you here, isn’t it? Rage will… blind you, Keegan… Open. Your. Eyes!”
The fuck is with all the eye references? And, “What fucking box?”
The grin on Legion’s face slips for a moment. A flash of concern flickers behind his eyes before he composes himself. It’s almost as if he regrets something. He brings the cigarette back to his mouth, pulling an impatient drag from it. I can’t help noticing the way he reaches up to stroke his fuck doll’s face gently, for a moment. As if he’s deep in thought about someone else. He brushes his thumb across her bottom lip. I can’t help the irking feeling, that it’s Vanna on his mind.
I press him once more. “You knew what happened with that prick would get back to me. An eye for an eye. Is that your warning? That’s in the bible too, isn’t it? Police said his eye was cut out.”
“That’s Leviticus, twenty-four twenty. You’re getting closer.” He grins once more. Though now the expression seems forced. Why is he suddenly concerned? And over what? “Though consider the meaning to be, an eye for an eye.”
“The fuck did I just say?” I’m really losing what little patience I have.
That sinister grin pulls at his mouth again, yet it doesn’t reach his creepy grey eyes. With notable impatience, he snaps at me, “Perhaps you’d like to buy a vowel?”
“What I’d like, is to slit your fucking throat for what you orchestrated with Jack Nero. You sick fuck.”
He pulls another long drag from that cigarette as he stares at me for a moment. “Terrible. What happened to the both of you. Thank the powers that be, you two made it out of there alive.”
“Who are you?”
“I am Legion.”
“What do you want?”
His grin darkens as his hand slides up into the woman’s hair, his fingers twisting into the dark strands. “Right now? Some fucking head.” He sneers, pulling her down by her hair, forcing her to shift her body off of him and lower herself to her knees on the floor between his legs.
I know he’s only doing this to fuck with me. To make me think of Vanna with him. He gestures with his other hand, cigarette between his fingers, to the space behind her.
“Care to join?” he offers. “You’re into that, aren’t you? Sharing? Or, so I’ve heard.” His evil grin broadens across his demonic features. “Directly from participating…. Parties.”
Fucking Daniel... And there’s that fucking word again! I know he means for me take notice of it as well. “You heard wrong. Besides, I’ve got the realthing at home.”
“Indeed, you do… Lucky bastard!” He says with mock enthusiasm. His eyes drift back to the woman on her knees before him as she undoes his belt. I watch as his expression slides to something more along the lines of disdain as he stares at her. Perhaps resenting the fact that she isn’t Vanna. No matter how well he dresses her up.
My cell rings in my pocket. Vanna’s ring tone.
“You need to take that.” Legion insists, though now he doesn’t look at me. The sneer on his face twisting back into that contrite expression…
He’s done something he regrets, and he can’t hide it.
“We’ll continue this conversation another time, I assure you. And soon. Right now, you’re needed elsewhere. And fortunately for you, I’m willing to grant you a reprieve. Now, go.” He insists.
I scoff at him as I pull the phone from my pocket. “Like I’m gonna let you out of my sight, now that I’ve got you within reach.”
“Oh, but you will...” His sigh seems oddly leaden with remorse.
I hit the green icon, bringing the cell to my ear as I watch Legion intently. “Yeah, doll?” I answer Vanna’s call, as he nearly squirms…
My heart jolts in my chest, when all I hear is the bone chilling sound of Vanna screaming…
Dinner is in the oven and I’ve already changed into a set of pajamas. It’s only a little after six, but I’m tired today. All I want to do is curl up with Nico on the couch and watch a movie while I wait for Dean to come home. We’ve barely spoken since last night. He’s upset with me, I can feel it, and I don’t blame him.
I’ve barely been flipping through the channels five minutes, when the doorbell rings, startling me. I’m not expecting anyone. As I sit up and glance at the front door, there isn’t anyone there.
Pushing the fleece Saviors MC blanket off of me, I get up from the couch and make my way to the door. Flipping on the porch light, a black box with black and purple ribbon tied around it in a bow, catches my eye. It’s sitting right at the top of the steps. There’s no one out there on the property, but I catch a glimpse of tail lights down the street, speeding away. Too far off to identify a make and model in the dark, let alone a license plate.
Unlocking the door, I quickly rush out to grab the box and bring it into the kitchen. The box feels cold to the touch, and I place it down on the marble island to inspect it.
The letter D is scrawled in red on the purple ribbon tied around the box, immediately making me think of the flowers delivered to the shop. I already know this is from Legion. Tugging at the satin ribbons, I cautiously open it.
