Chapter 32

I'm hungry for her. But I'm fvcking determined to be a gentleman.

I brought her to my home. Where I grew the fvck up. The home of Pops and I.

It was the only remaining option. It's a lot of miles away from Sante-Orian, the goddamn godforsaken town.

That night, we slept in my old room. I want her to the point of sheer madness...more than how I wanted her before and that's saying something because I wanted her a damn fvcking lot before.

Can't touch her! It's been a stressful day for her! Can't touch her!

That was the mantra I sang to myself all through the goddamn night as I watched her fall into an exhausted sleep immediately her back hit the bed.

She slept like the dead until morning. I watched her sleep all through the night.

The next day, worrying about that asshole Morris took the edge away from the hunger for her that itched my body like a goddamn obsession.

And just where the heck is that bastard?

👗👗Three days later👗👗

The edge of the incident left Lani's body until gradually, she was her old self again. Sweet, relaxed and so fvcking innocent.

She smiles at every turn and tries to make a conversation with him. I try my damn best to accommodate her even though u was out of my motherfvcking mind with worry.

What in hell happened to Morris?

I'll skin that asshole alive if I ever get to meet his ass again.

I was almost out of my goddamn mind in worry. Even Lani already knows something has gone the fvck wrong, but she tries to keep my mind away from the worries.

When she'd kept asking about the house we're in, I'd reluctantly told her it was my old house with Pops.

Her face had changed and taken on that look I've never understood but makes me feel funny.

Since then, she's always arranging the goddamn place. Cleaning up. Making it look the fvck presentable.

Before I look around this place and see a big but empty place. Pops and I don't know shit about decoration and all that.

But now, it looks more.....livable.

She had thought me more about her foreign languages and the man called God. She has taught me about prayers and even who a damn priest is.

I mentally reminded myself not to cuss while thinking or talking about her religious stuffs.

There's this special look of sheer horror on her face when I call 'fvcking God' or 'Damned priest.' Like it's the very height of abomination.

So, I try to take special care there, not because I care about goddamn abominations—I've committed enough to last me a lifetime—but because I don't like seeing that look on her face. Almost as if I've failed her.

So, I try to be careful. I won't say I understand all those foreign languages she speaks but at least, it doesn't seem so foreign anymore.

She loves praying. I'm all too glad too see her do it, and I even try to respond to it because I know it makes her so damn happy.

There's this fvcking radiant smile that always follows it whenever I join her. Makes me want to stand the fvck up and beat my goddamn chest with pride like a gorilla.

Found out that I'll follow her to the very pit of hell just for more smiles like that.

I'm fvcked. Literally fvcked. And not in a good way.

The most confusing part of it all is the new name she has for me. Zavier.

"Zavier?" I'd asked, confused.

She'd nodded shyly. "Zero, Zavier. Almost similar but very different."

"Zavier...." I'd tasted the name in my lips. "But why...?" Because frankly, I don't understand her need to call me a new name.

I've always been Zero. Number Zero. It is what it is. So, why the need for a new one? The bafflement was clear in my face.

She'd tried to explain. "Zero is not really a good name....with a real meaning and..." She trailed off when she saw that she wasn't make sense to me.

She'd taking a deep breath and took my large hand into her small white hands. My eyes had gone to our hands joined together.

"Every human's supposed to have a name. A good name with beautiful meaning that's supposed to be there's alone before they have nicknames."

She'd explained so softly, her voice always captivates the devil's fuck outta me. She continued, "My name is Leilani. It's a Hawaiian name which means Heavenly Child or Royal Flowers."

That's.....beautiful, I decided.

The name fits her so damn much. She has the regality of a Queen and with the way she's always praying and doing god's stuffs, Heavenly Child is just perfect.

"What does Zavier mean?" I found myself asking.

She'd given me a very radiant smile and replied, "Saviour. It means Saviour or Bright."

I'd chuckled, unable to help myself. Definitely not my goddamn name.

"Honey, I'm a fvck----freaking accomplished killer, and nowhere near a goddamn saviour. And trust me, being bright has nothing to do with killing." I reminded her.

She'd shaken her head. Then, her cheeks flushed as she whispered, "You've saved me a lot. You're my savior. My bright saviour. Zavier is just right.....I like it. Don't you?" She'd looked at me so hopefully.

In two seconds, I became cool with that damn name, Zavier. Her bight saviour....yeah, I love the goddamn sound of that.

Everything's great as far as I'm her saviour. I like being that. No other man will ever have that name to her except me.

*******

The sound of cellphone ringing dragged me out of the training room I was in. It's early afternoon and Lani was in the bedroom.

Lani came out of the bedroom and held it out towards me.

Coud it be that slimebag Morris? I took it from her and held it to my ear.

"You've been a very very bad boy." Came the deep voice.

I already know the owner, and all at once all the rage and demons that has receded since I've been in the company of Lani came back with a vengeance.

"Felaray." I spoke through gritted teeth.

"Is that a way you greet a fvcking old friend?" The bastard chuckled.

"You do know that you're gonna die by my goddamn hands, right?"

"Zero, Zero.....always the killer. And that is why I wonder how the fvck you've managed to stay holed up in a freaking place all because of a cuπt. Didn't know the power of cuπts extended to coldblooded killers." He drawled.

"I'm gonna take a fvcking exception to you and give you a goddamn choice, asshole. Choose the way you want to die by my hands. Beheading? A bullet through the brain? Sliced to pieces?"

I cocked my head to the side in thought, "Because, trust me, I love the last one most. You'll look mighty good all sliced to small little pieces and served as a motherfvcking three square meal to the dogs."

"Killing me won't be a good idea, Killer Machine. I'm sure you damned friends Morris will agree with that." He'd laughed.

"Where is he?" No need beating around the goddamn bush, I know the asshole has Morris.

"Seated right here beside me and littering the damn place with his fvcking blood."

"Put him on the phone." I stated.

"He's not in the condition to----"

"Put. Him. On. The. Goddamn. Phone."

A paused. A faint ruffle. Then, a grunted, "Hi, my asshole?"

"You've fvcked up you asshole. Why the fvck did you allow your---"

He cut in, "My garddamn self to get caught, I know. Shit, I really did fvck up. Vastards caught me in a damn vad time."

They've knocked all his teeth out, I know this through the way he speaks. He's been tortured.

"I'll kill you if I catch you again asshole, for allowing yourself get caught." I grunted.

"Not if I kill my garddamn self first." He shot back.

"You'd better not try it! Only I had the right to kill you, you c0cksvcker. Not any other asshole and definitely not you."

"Yeah, yeah, you might try to tell it to these sons of vitches. Assholes wants to kill me and they won't listen when I tell them that you're gonna be so mad at that because my life is not fvcking there's to take."

"Give the phone back to that dimwit."

"Hell no! Not before I know how our lovely Lani is treating your stupid ass." He chuckled, "How's it been going, huh? See you're getting better these days 'cause your shitty c0ck is finally in the right hole." He chuckled, and then coughed massively.

A pause. A ruffle.

"Your bastard is never a serious asshole, still making jokes in this situation. Don't think he understands that he's gonna die real soon." Felaray's voice came back.