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(Present)

Fuck!

I feel the fire like sensation tear through the muscles of my shoulder a second before I hear the shot.

Motherfucker!

The physical pain is of course a familiar home like stir on my self-conscience and I brush it off like a bug on my shoe. It's the mental shit that’s starting to get to me.

I felt Creeks presence the second he entered the room and I've waited with bated breath for him to do something to stop this. I saw his fingers twitch from my peripheral at one point and my heart swelled, until he stilled, and ice encased it instead. I don’t need his help anyways; this just further demonstrates the butterflies I felt around him were one sided.

Thus far, this has all been child’s play and I can't say that I haven't enjoyed it because that wouldn’t necessarily be true. However, I have kept it PG for Creeks sake. That’s fucking over.

Fuck this and fuck him.

I twist out of the hold the man had around my neck and pounce. When my teeth meet the front of his throat he screams when I latch on with an unrelenting grip. It takes me a second and several gnaws of my teeth before I finally start breaking through the layers of skin there. I spit his flesh onto the floor at our feet before diving back for more until his blood showers me and his screams become gurgles that send bliss to my toes.

Who’s the fucker now?

I swore to myself when I finally got out of the compound and away from him, that I would never allow anyone to take my power away again. Ever. For me to simply walk into a room with innocent intentions and garner the attention of whoever the fuck these people are, is bullshit. The ones left alive will think better of underestimating someone next time. If you think about it, it's a blessing that I was here today if only to instruct them on this.

I gather the last bits of his existence from my mouth, using my tongue to swipe over my teeth and spit the rest of it out. His body still leans against mine and I give it a lazy push of my fingers before he drops to the ground with a shredded esophagus.

It hasn’t escaped my notice that men have stopped coming at me from all sides. When my gaze sweeps the room nobody so much as breathes as a memorable form of terror and disgust stare back at me. I don’t bother observing Creek. What he thinks no longer has fuck to do with shit about me.

I understand the hesitation that has suddenly taken front seat here today. People think twice and overthink everything they say or do to me when they learn I will quite plainly eat their face off if they cross me.

When I'm satisfied nobody will try anything anytime soon, I pull Lola out. She’s too important to me to carelessly toss around and potentially lose her forever. I flick my first childhood friend in my hand and get to work. Its sloppy and rushed, but distinct from many years of carving the same symbol in the people I used to tell myself were evil and deserved it. I don’t do that anymore because that would require giving a fuck, and those expired long ago.

When my artwork is complete, I take a moment to appreciate all the men now housing my work because I know nobody else will.

A Calmness settles inside me as I slip Lola back into her hiding place. When a sharp pain radiates from my shoulder and down my arm, I'm reminded that I was shot by that throatless asshole. Serves him right. I'll need to take care of that soon, but it will have to wait for now.

I straighten and face the suited man who is clearly in charge of the reckless men who died here.

“I apologize for losing my composure just then. I do not take well to feeling threatened or being cornered and I gave him a fair chance to walk away before these unfortunate casualties had to occur.”

He doesn't say anything for an uncomfortable amount of time. I usually wouldn’t mind, but I can feel the blood gushing from my gunshot wound and it's causing me to be a bit nauseous the longer I stand here measuring dicks.

He yields, shifting to Ressyn. “He with you?”

I can't imagine he would want me anywhere near him after this insane display, and if that’s the case then I will protect him from afar, no issue.

Ressyn studies me a moment then surprises everyone by saying yes.

“Very well.”

He shifts closer to him to continue speaking about their prior happenings while I contemplate what I will do with this bleeding wound when I leave here.

Then I wonder if I need to wait here to collect and sign for the actual supply shipment for Shadows or if Addy is just fucking stupid.

I'm brainstorming how Addy could have possibly known about this shipment, when I hear the boss man say something to Ressyn that raises my head.

He was getting ready to split when he voiced the amount of product Ressyn just purchased. My eyes and brain make quick work of sweeping each crate methodically. Each crate of cocaine is the same size, filled with individually wrapped pounds. I calculate the area of one crate and multiply it by the number of crates on the floor. And what do you know...

A suitcase is handed off to one of the boss man’s men and they do a quick sweep to ensure the money is legit. When business is concluded and goodbyes are exchanged, I interrupt any and all departure.

“When will the rest of the product be delivered?”

When boss man turns on his heal, I tip my head towards the coke.

“That is all of the product that has been paid for.”

My head cocks and my menacing side rears its violent head at the blatant lie. “No. It is not.”

“Mr. Hue, this accusation is outrageous. Get him the fuck out of here or my business with you is over, indefinitely.”

He demands of Ressyn, his voice taking a hostile defensive tone, I know B wouldn’t appreciate.

“Speak to him like that again and I will cut out your tongue.”

More often than not, my soft voice emanates a gentle calm, but when used in situations such as this it's just creepy as fuck. “Now. I have almost five years of experience overseeing shipments such as these and my count does not amount to what you’ve claimed to have brought here today. So, I'll ask again, when will the rest be delivered?”

Creeks been somewhere behind me all of this time, I didn’t look, but I've felt him. He steps forward now, within a few strides his gun is pressed against boss mans head, and without the word of Ressyn, everyone else has drawn theirs as well.

“Who was in charge of looking it over?”

Creek demands.

“I was, sir.”

Someone I do not know that must work for the Hue’s steps forward.

“Was it short?”

The guy shifts on his feet and beads of sweat drip down his forehead as he fidgets.

“Answer me!”

“N-no sir.”

“No, it wasn’t short?”

“I d-didn’t check sir.”

A bullet and his blood fly.

“Someone fucking check!”

Creek is so hot in his element right now; I could come in my pants again. The soft lighting of the room helps compliment how utterly jaw dropping he is and a wave of sadness washes over me at never being able to touch him again. His sharp features lined with fury and hair resting perfectly over his forehead is devastating and if he had allowed me to, I would have worshiped him.

As if he could feel my gaze, his eyes flick to mine while men rush about to check the product amount over. Whatever he sees on my face, makes his eyes drop pointedly to my aching dick. His eyes do this thing I love, narrow while raising one of his brows and I bite my bottom lip after licking them.

His face morphs to one of disbelief and he gives me a look that indicates I should read the room. He seems disgusted now and I drop my head feeling ashamed of myself for being so weak when it comes to this man.

I don’t know what I'm doing, I've never experienced these urges before, and they are throwing me off balance for the wrong person.

Addy had suggested one quiet night behind the bar that he’d help me meet some people. Maybe I should take him up on the offer. Anything to rip my thoughts away from a guy who’d rather erase my attention with a number two pencil.

“The boy was right sir.”

I brush off his comment of my being a boy, but still fuck him.

“Mr. Hue, I can explain...”

Boss man tries to plea with Ressyn, a crazed look in his eye as he does so. Creek flips the gun in his hand and knocks him out with it, and I force myself not to notice how sexy it was.

The rest of his men are killed instantly, light gunshots sound in the otherwise quiet room. Beige picks up the boss man as if he weighs nothing and leaves the room with an enthusiastic skip about him. Blithe told me about that one.

A hand comes down on my shoulder unexpectedly and I stop myself from biting it off. I meet Ressyns eye, and he must sense how tense I became upon contact because he releases me and takes a step back.

“I was unaware this was one of your skill sets, thank you for bringing this discrepancy to my attention.”

“It's no problem.”

I hope my smile looks sincere. Knowing I'm caked in blood does nothing to soften my current appearance.

He rubs the back of his neck uncomfortably while he looks me over and I remember my teeth are probably blood stained, so I put my smile away.

“I could have sworn you got shot man...”

The red color coating me has probably disguised any blood from the gunshot wound so his confusion makes sense. I also wish he wouldn’t have addressed it in the first place because my shoulder throbs at the reminder. I had been doing my best to sweep all the pain under the bed like usual.

Sighing I use my good arm to pull my shirt over my head and I ball it up so I can hold it against the opened area. “Yeah, I forgot about that.”

I hear a gasp and look up to see Creek masking his reaction to my state of undress by clearing his throat. I hope the blood of the asshole who shot me is covering my face enough to hide the fact that my skin is on fire with a heated blush. Because I fucking blush now.

Get a fucking grip Har.

I can tell that Ressyn is feeling much the same as Creek, but does better not to react, although he is still uncomfortable. “Our family Doctor, Clarissa can be over quickly. Why don’t you come back to our place until she can see you?”

“No, that’s okay. I've got it covered. I appreciate the offer though.”

“I've already sent her a text and she's on the way, let’s go.”

Creek grabs my good arm to drag me along, but I dig my feet in.

“Fuck you. I'm not going anywhere with you.”

He's in my face within a blink and I glare like a petulant child. “I wasn’t fucking asking. You can walk or I can throw you over my shoulder and carry your ass out of here. It's your choice.”

His grip tightens and I try to cross my arms because fuck him for thinking I'm going to do what he says. The action causes more blood to trickle, and I wince at the visual that causes Creeks nostrils to flare with anger.

He's always angry with me.

To my horror, I whimper at the thought, that wasn’t a thought because I said that out loud. I must be dying. My eyes start to feel heavy now that the action is over, and everyone is safe as they should be. Before they fully close, I could have sworn Creek’s eyes softened.

“No, I'm not.”

He whispers.