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Nova

“This is it.” I say and point to the room I know Craig has been renting on the weekends.

He is under the impression that I don’t know about half the shit he is doing on the side, or who he is doing on the side.

But I do. Seven different women. Seven women he has cheated on me with.

The blonde was the first he dared to bring to the races.

He introduced her to his friends. My friends.

He flirted with her in public. Often at a race.

Often in front of me. As if I were blind.

Cheating on me and rubbing it in my face is an entirely different thing.

I might forgive the first, but the second is calling for trouble.

Even though I usually try to avoid trouble, exceptions are to be made.

“Good. Time to have some fun, love.” Ash replies as he catches up with me.

We might need to work on his cardio; he almost got taken out by a set of stairs on our way to the third floor.

I have been standing in front of this door for longer than I should have, but he is finally here, at least. He runs his fingers through his green hair and tosses it into a messy bun as he gets ready for what comes next.

His t-shirt rises with every movement, revealing the gun tucked in his belt.

He could literally hold a red flag, and I would welcome him with open legs and a smile.

I shake the horny thoughts from my head and bang on the door with my fist before I yell.

“Room Service.” I try to change my voice enough, but my attempt sounds more like the same sound I make during an orgasm.

Craig is not the sharpest tool in the toolbox, though, and I kind of doubt he would recognize it since he never actually managed to get me off.

“Did you just use your orgasm voice to mask your real voice?” Ash says with a chuckle and I wink at him.

“It’s not like Craig will recognize it.” Ash bursts into laughter, but he quickly shakes it off.

I see him visually composing himself before he bangs on the door with his fist next.

Keeping his voice low for only me to hear.

“That’s both sad and pathetic for different reasons.

” He continues banging while he talks, and his voice has a sense of comfort.

I can tell that he cares with every word spoken.

“Just to clarify, none of those reasons is because of you.” I smile.

I didn’t need the clarification; his tone alone and the look on his face were enough.

Besides I am well aware that Craig’s failure to make me come is not my issue but his.

It is never the woman’s fault when a man fails to make her reach an orgasm.

It’s a skill issue for sure, but not hers.

Even though most men would try to convince you that it is entirely your fault.

“Hey, Casanova. I can hear you moving inside the fucking room. Open the damn door before I shoot my way in.” Ash yells, and I can’t keep myself from laughing.

“Subtle.” I say and add. “Craig, either you open the door, or I will let him shoot it, and if he gets you in the process, it will be the least of your worries.” The door unlocks right as I finish my sentence.

Finally. Craig has a visibly confused look on his face as he takes in both me and the green-haired god next to me.

The ink on his body highlights every muscle visible under his t-shirt, and even though he is leaner than Craig, his body is one that you worship.

It begs you to lick him inch by inch while he praises you for a job well done.

“What the hell?” Craig yells. “Can’t they say anything else when they see us coming?

” I say with a pout. As we step inside, pushing Craig to the side in the process.

I start inspecting the room while Ash goes straight for the two beds in the middle of the room.

“To his defence pinkie we did just come into his room uninvited.” Ash says before he hops on the bed, stretching his body into a comfortable position.

I open the mini fridge and find the last little bottle of tequila.

I drink most of the contents, as if it were a shot, before turning to Craig.

“What do you want Nova?” He says once my eyes meet his.

“If I am being honest, to chop off your dick would be a good answer to this question.” Ash laughs.

“But that might cause some blood loss and would probably result to a dead body, which I think I should avoid tonight.” “I mean...” Ash interrupts my speech.

Both me and Craig turn to look at him as he continues.

“We could cauterize the wound and drive him to a hospital. If we drop his ass on the steps, someone will pick him up. Probably. They will figure out a way to keep him alive if they find him on time, but I doubt they will be able to attach it back to his body.”

The color of Craig’s skin gets a couple shades more pale than already is.

This man looks like a ghost half the time and like a lobster the rest, but somehow Ash’s words have him looking even more pale.

“I don’t hate that idea.” I say, a low whistle following my words as I think of all the possible ways to pull this off without getting caught.

How would that even work? I guess we could use a pressure to keep the wound for bleeding too much.

How much does a wound like that bleed, anyway?

“Hey hey. Don’t make your situation worse by trying to run now. ”

Ash interrupts my thoughts pointing his gun to Craig who seems to have tried to escape while I was busy figuring out the specifics of his torture.

“On the bed we go.” Ash says pulling him towards the bed while his gun still aims to Craig's head.

“Good boy.” He praises him, and I chuckle at the sound of disapproval Craig makes.

The guy looks like Ash just punched him in the gut, which is probably how he felt being praised by the man who was intimate with his ex-girlfriend not long ago.

He doesn't know this fact, of course, but I kind of wish he did.

“Back to the subject.” I say, and both men turn to look at me.

“How would we cauterize the wound?” I question and Craig’s lips part probably ready to argue but Ash talks first. “You stay quiet.” He warns Craig, and the clicking sound of the safety of his gun drives the point home.

Craig gives up and sits on the bed. “We could use a knife. Heat it up on the stove really well. We need the blade to look a dull red color, but be careful not to let it turn bright orange or white. Then press it against the wound.” My eyes drift toward the kitchenette area of the room.

It’s one for those shabby motel rooms made to accommodate longer stays for extremely low prices in exchange of sharing the space with cockroaches and bedbugs.

While I am considering my options, Ash takes a pair of furry handcuffs and secures Craig’s hands behind his head to the iron bed.

He then moves to the wardrobe that is full of Craig’s clothes.

It looks like his previous threats did make this asshole run for his life, just not that far.

He takes a pair of socks and a belt, returning to the bed where Craig waits.

He forces the pair of socks into Craig’s mouth and secures it with the belt, in a makeshift ball gag.

Kinky. But also appears like this is something Ash has done before.

It makes me both worried and horny thinking this man is capable of dismembering someone.

“There.” He says, too proud of himself, as he takes a step backwards inspecting his work.

“It’s almost as if you have done this before.

” I mention, earning a cheeky laugh from Ash.

“Trust me, Pinkie, your body count is higher than mine. I am not the murderous type.” “That was by accident.” I try to explain.

He walks toward me and pats my head with his palm.

“Sure love.” “It was!” I scream, trying to argue and completely losing any chance of convincing him.

It was an accident. Sure I was angry and I wouldn’t really be that opposed to murdering Roger, but to be also fair I wouldn’t kill him in the place I worked making myself the prime suspect.

“Calm down, Pinkie. I am just messing with you.” This asshole.