Page 9 of Felix (4 Seats #2)

Chapter Nine

Felix Greyson

I storm out of Aurora’s room.

My fists are clenched so tight I feel my nails cutting into my palms. My blood boils in my veins. The thought of that fucker, Nick, still walking around alive makes me see red. Aurora doesn’t deserve to live in fear because of him.

“Angel,” I snarl into my phone after only two rings. “I need you to trace a motherfucker for me. Nicholas Morgan. Find out where this piece of shit is hiding.”

“Got it, Felix. Give me a sec,” Angel replies, his voice calm and efficient, a sharp contrast to my barely restrained fury. I hear his fingers tapping on the keyboard as he works his magic.

“Tell me the second you have something,” I demand, pacing back and forth in the hotel hallway like a caged animal. Normally, I’d take care of this myself, no questions asked. But Aurora has changed everything. She’s become my vulnerability, my obsession, and I’ll be damned if I let anyone hurt her.

“Alright, Felix… I’ve got a location,” Angel says after what feels like an eternity. “But are you sure about this?”

“Just give me the address,” I growl, feeling the adrenaline course through me, charging every nerve ending with electric anticipation as I jump behind the wheel of the rental car.

“Fine,” Angel relents. “It’s 132 Eastwood Drive. Be careful, man.”

“132 Eastwood Drive,” I repeat the address Angel gave me, my knuckles white as I grip the rental’s steering wheel. “You better be there, Nicholas Morgan.”

The engine purrs beneath me as I speed through the streets, the GPS guiding me with its cold, robotic voice. Every second feels like a lifetime, but I’m focused on one thing—finding that piece of shit and making him pay.

“Turn left in 500 meters,” the GPS instructs.

I follow the directions, turning onto a street that looks more like a battlefield than a neighbourhood.

Trash piles are on the sidewalks, houses sit abandoned with boarded-up windows, and the stench of decay is overwhelming.

My skin crawls at the thought of Aurora being anywhere near this hellhole.

“Arrived at your destination,” the emotionless voice says.

I slam on the brakes, the tyres screeching against the pavement.

The house in front of me is a crumbling wreck, barely standing under the weight of its own rot.

It makes my blood boil to think he’s been hiding here like the fucking cockroach he is.

“Alright, Felix, time to do what you do best,” I mutter to myself, pushing open the car door and stepping into the darkness. I can feel the anger pulsing inside me, driving me forward with each step. I don’t need a plan. I just need to get my hands on him.

I pull out my phone, glancing at the trace Angel put on it, and confirm I’m in the right place. “This is it,” I growl out, stalking towards the decaying building with purpose. “Time for some justice, darling.”

I feel my emotions go numb as a calm settles over me. This is how it is every time I kill someone. It’s like a blanket of peace.

I march into the house without hesitation, not bothering to knock or announce my presence. The place is a fucking pigsty, an abomination of filth and despair—rotten food on the floor, clothes strewn about, and empty alcohol bottles piled high. How does anyone live like this?

Kitchen knife will do, I think, pushing through the mess and making my way to the kitchen. My eyes quickly dart around the room, spotting a filthy knife next to a mouldy loaf of bread. Perfect. I snatch it up, feeling the weight in my hand before I push it into my back pocket.

“Let’s go find our friend, Nick,” I mutter under my breath, adrenaline pumping through my veins. I kick open each door in turn, my heart pounding with anticipation. Finally, I burst into a room where a man sits on a shitty mattress, lighting a cigarette as if he owns the place.

“Who the fuck are you?” I demand, raising the knife menacingly. His eyes widen, but he doesn’t bother hiding his annoyance.

“Name’s Nick, asshole,” he spits out, blowing a puff of smoke in my direction. “What the hell do you want? ”

“Nick, huh?” I say, smirking. “Well, that’s just perfect.” I stride towards him, the fury inside me boiling over. He takes a drag from his cigarette before flicking it aside, feigning confidence. It’s not going to help him now.

“Who the fuck do you think you are, huh?” I snarl as I grab his collar and start pummelling his face with my free hand. Blood sprays onto my knuckles, and I can feel his bones crack beneath my blows. He tries to fight back, but he’s nothing compared to me. Pathetic.

“Shouldn’t have messed with my girl,” I growl, slamming another fist into his already battered face. The room seems to vibrate with the force of my rage. His hands claw at mine, trying to break free, but I’m relentless. I won’t stop until he’s dead.

“Fuck you!” Nick spits out, blood dribbling down his chin. “You don’t own her!”

“Shut your fucking mouth!” I roar in response, dragging him off the bed and throwing him to the filthy floor. My heart races like a wild beast as I pin him down, darkness seeping into every corner of my vision.

“Please,” he chokes out, eyes wide with fear. “Don’t?—”

“Too late for that, asshole,” I sneer. With one swift motion, I press the knife against his throat and slice through his flesh. Blood pours out like a crimson waterfall, soaking the dirty floor.

As the life drains from his eyes, satisfaction fills my chest. No one fucks with my belongings. No one. As he gurgles his last breaths, I lean down, my lips brushing against his ear.

“Say hi to the devil for me,” I whisper, straighten up, and leave him gasping on the floor.

I step out into the bright afternoon light, the air cutting against my heated skin. My breaths come in ragged puffs. Blood still drips from my knuckles, but I don’t give a fuck. Nick got what he deserved.

Felix : Angel, need a cleanup.

I text him as I slide into my rental Audi and slam the door shut. I know Angel will sort it out—one call to the Gold Coast mafia is all it takes. A member of the Four Seats runs his business up here.

I start the engine, and memories flood back to when I first began working for the Riccis.

Matteo’s dad was running things back then—the old man knew how to keep order.

He hired me as part of his cleanup crew, and soon enough, I was brought on full-time as a hired hitman.

He saw the need for blood in my eyes and knew I was better suited to other roles.

Fifteen years later, here I am, still doing their dirty work but with a smile on my face.

“Fuck,” I hiss under my breath, gripping the steering wheel tight as I speed back towards the hotel where Aurora waits. My darling. My obsession.

I’ve never wanted to own someone before or even thought about one woman this much. She consumes my every waking moment. There is something special about that one. She is either going to be my soulmate or my fall from grace. Either way, I’m keen for the ride.

I knock on the hotel room door, blood drying on my fists. The doorknob turns, and Aurora’s dark eyes widen as she takes in the sight of me. Blood splatters decorate my face like some twisted piece of artwork, and a heavy bag hangs over my shoulder.

“Jesus, Felix!” She gasps, her hand instinctively covering her mouth.

“Move,” I growl, pushing past her into the room, my desire to cleanse myself of the days events urging me forward. I head straight to the bathroom.

I strip off my blood-soaked clothes, piece by piece until I’m standing naked before the mirror. My reflection stares back at me, eyes dark with both lust and rage. I know Aurora is watching me from the doorway, but I don’t care. Let her see what she’s gotten herself involved with.

“Fuck, Felix, you’re covered in blood,” she whispers, her voice wavering between concern and arousal. Yeah, I can see that, sweetheart. Rub those thighs together a bit harder, why don’t you?

“Can’t be helped,” I say, turning on the shower and stepping under the hot spray. The crimson liquid swirls around my feet, staining the white tiles before disappearing down the drain. I scrub every inch of my body.

As the blood still swirls down the drain, I can feel Aurora’s eyes on my naked body. She licks her lips with a hunger in her dark eyes. But still, she’s confused and maybe a little scared.

“Fuck, Felix. What the hell happened?” she asks, her voice trembling a bit.

“Nick,” I say sharply, turning off the water. “Slit his fucking throat. He shouldn’t have touched what’s mine. ”

Aurora shivers, and I know it isn’t from the cold. I step out of the shower, not bothering to grab a towel. I let the water drip from me, allowing her to see every inch of the monster she’s tangled up with.

“Jesus Christ, Felix,” she murmurs, her tattoos standing out against her pale skin. I didn’t know she had so many until now. Her pyjamas hide very little of her. “You killed him?”

“Damn right, I did,” I growl out, stalking towards her. “And he won’t be the last either. You’re with me now, Aurora. You’re mine. And anyone who tries to touch you, they’ll end up like Nick.”

Her body trembles, but she doesn’t back down. A flash of anger sparks in her eyes, mixing with fear and desire. That’s my girl—strong, fierce, never backing down from a fight.

“Remember that, darling,” I whisper into her ear as I wrap one arm around her waist, pulling her flush against me.

Her breath hitches as my other hand cups her face, my thumb tracing her bottom lip. “Please… don’t hurt me too,” she whispers.

I chuckle darkly, pressing my lips to hers in a savage kiss. “No promises, sweetheart.”