12

##He finished?

Joe

I call Franco, in order to receive news about Emília's companies, if that fucking girl thinks she's going to play with me, she's very wrong. I've already been too soft with her, I want her body, that's obvious, but I'm not going to lick the ground she walks on, today I'm going to show her who's boss, hell.

I only wanted her as a lover, I still want her. I didn't want her to know my perverse side, my addiction to killing, I'm doing my best not to rip the hands of son of a bitch Emílio and his dear wife, all for her, because I made a deal with her. Despite being a murder patient, I'm a fucking man, I know how to treat a woman. Just because I live isolated in a house where hardly anyone knows I exist or who I am doesn't mean I'm not a fucking human being.

As soon as Franco tells me she's at a karaoke bar and then gives me a detailed description of everyone who came near her, I head over to meet her. An hour later I enter the place and immediately I see a group of people dancing and singing, I remove my glasses and I start looking for only one person in particular, and finally I find her, she is leaning against a wall talking to a tall guy in dark hair, very close by the way.

I recognize the son of a bitch, he's the same one who kissed her the other day.

But it won't stay like that, not at all.

I open a forced smile and approach them, my clothes don't match the place at all, but I don't care. Moving quickly closer, I see that she's so distracted that she's at least aware of my presence. I grab her arm lightly and watch her look at me in surprise.

"It's time to say goodbye to your friends." I murmur.

She turns to me and meets my dark eyes with her sometimes green, sometimes blue eyes. I can hear, despite the noise, his heart racing, a feeling of excitement washes over me.

"Joe?" She asks in surprise with a choked voice. Fuck, she drank.

"I." I answer and give a cynical smile.

"How did you find me?" Question.

"It doesn't matter. Now wait for me outside, I need to have a private conversation with your little friend."

"Joe, please..."

"Wait for me outside, I say so!" I growl like an angry animal.

"Don't hurt him..." She asks putting herself in front of her friend who looks at everything with a confused look.

The anger grows inside me more and more, she put herself in front of this little shit to protect him from me, so he must be very important to her, which leads me to believe that it is this asshole she is in love with.

"Is there a problem there guys?" A girl with blond and cheerful capes approaches.

"No, friend. It's okay. This is Joe." She introduces me to her friend who smiles at me, I feel a slight edge of satisfaction at being introduced by her.

"Hello, Joe." He greets me and I just shake my head.

"Come with me then, otherwise I'll break your friend's face." I speak and pull his arm.

"It's my turn to sing now." Babbles, she really isn't as lucid as I thought.

"Hey man, hands off her, if she doesn't want to go with you, she won't. After all, what are you her own?" The abused kid asks and Emília looks at him with concern. Maybe afraid I'll get mad and do something to him.

Then he pulls her other arm and pushes me. Oh but this boy doesn't know the problem he just got into. I let go of Emilia and grab the boy by the collar of his shirt and lift him furiously, without any difficulty.

"Get your filthy hands off her. Do you want to know what I am for her? I'm her man, the only one she wants." I exclaim.

I don't like wasting my time with imbecile children, if he thinks I'm going to do something to him, he's wrong, what would a little brat like that satisfy me? I really like serial killers. This stupid scene is Emilia's fault, but she'll deal with me later.

"Please release him!" Emilia asks beside me, touching me with her small, soft hand.

"Friend, I think you better talk..." I hear her friend whisper in her ear.

Ignoring everything around me, I release the stupid boy and take Emília by the arm.

"Let's go." I talk.

I don't like scandals in public places, so I let her say goodbye to her friends and then I take her out of the bar with me.

"You said you'd go out with your friends, I believed you. But what scene was that? You almost making out with that kid on the wall?" I question leading her to the car.

"But I was with my friends." She explains herself smoothly.

"You thought you could fool me didn't you? I always knew I could never trust anyone." I give her a cold look.

"You have no right to talk about me when I was last night after having taken my virginity, in a club surrounded by women." He accuses me and I swallow hard.

"I have nothing to say on that matter." I speak only.

"But I have a lot to say!" She stomps her foot in front of me. "I have morals, okay? I'm not just anyone."

"Where were your morals tonight? Inside, making out on the wall with another guy! You made a date with the man you're in love with behind my back, hell!" I scream almost drooling with rage.

"You're confusing things, aren't you..."

"Shut the fuck up! You ran off to meet the kid, you lied saying it was a date with your friends, I saw that motherfucker kissing you the other day, do you think I'm stupid Emília?"

"I didn't run away!" He tries once more to defend himself but hate consumes me.

"You did run away. Did you behave yourself that night? Before I arrived? Wonder what you were doing before I showed up?" I place it against the outside wall of my car.

"You're going crazy. You were with other women yesterday too!" Speaks in a hurt voice.

"Our agreement doesn't give you the right to question what I fucking do." I exclaim.

"I don't want to share a bed with a man who sleeps with whores around."

"Don't fuck with me. I'm already losing patience with you! Get in the fucking car and let's talk at my place." I speak in a hard tone.

"I'm not going with you." Speaks like a spoiled girl.

At this point in the championship I'm already furious inside and out, if I were an animal I'd be drooling with hate. When in my fucking life did I tolerate a ridiculous scene with a nymphet? That girl needs a lesson and I'll give it to her.

"Alright then. Stay there, it's over." I say and get in the car.

"What? What are you talking about? What's over?" Ask confused.

"Miss Emília Antonelli, you've been dismissed, it's over. There's no more agreement, there's nothing more. Prepare to be an orphan. It was a pleasure, dear." I speak cruelly.

"No, no, no... Please don't..." She pleads and starts to cry.

Hell! It's like every time she cries in front of me, something moves inside me. But I can't go soft on her, at least not yet. She needs a lesson first, then I get back to being the tender lover in bed for her.

"You made your choice when you decided to rebel with me. You don't know me Emilia, you don't know what I'm capable of." I speak coldly and am surprised when she kneels on the floor.

"Joe, I beg you, I will obey you, but let's go through with the agreement. I'll do whatever you want, I promise." Beg and I'm not such a monster anymore.

"Then get in the car. Let's talk privately." I order and she quickly gets up and does as I say.

Already sitting in the passenger seat, I intertwine my fingers in her hair and pull hard. She lets out a moan that wasn't so much pain, I stare at her for a few seconds and then I kiss her ardently, her lips welcome me willingly, she moans lightly in the middle of the kiss and starts squeezing her thighs together. I bite her lip and suck her neck with the intention of leaving a big mark, she trembles and I know it's desire inside my arms.

"I wanted to hate you so much..." She whispers and I think she might be really drunk.

"I don't care how you feel about me. I'll just tell you one thing, this is far from over. You're mine, as fuck, as long as I decide to keep it that way." She nods and then I'm satisfied.

But like I said, this is far from over. I still have to show this young lady what I'm capable of doing, maybe words with her won't work. So I will show with actions, how I do with my victims without any shame. Even if I wanted to strip her right here and fuck her until she couldn't take it anymore.

But there's still something I really want to do. I start the car and drive quickly, I will take her to a different place today, to my country house, where I also do some work. And best of all, it's underground.