Chapter 37
LEILANI
When Zavier fell, he fell on me, which pushed the both of us to the floor because of his massive size. He was all bloody and bandaged up I was so worried.
"Oh, Zavier...." I whispered in worry, he remained so still I know he's knocked out cold.
I pushed away from under him and took in Morris. He too looked all bandaged up and so bruised, my heart went out for him. He passed out too
Finally, I stared at the newcomer, I was so worried.
"Don't worry. They ain't dead. Just napping." He groaned, sensing my inner turmoil.
I nodded once, relieved. He's a handsome man but he's so scary. I can only see part of his face, the rest are covered.
"T-Thank you for bringing them back. I'm Leilani." I stuttered out, stretching out my hand.
He didn't take it. "Hand's bloody. Can't take such a beauty hand with bloods of bastards coating mine. I'm Slaughter."
"S-Slaughter..." I parroted, lowering my hand.
"That's what people call me." He shrugged like it's really nothing. Who's comfortable being called Slaughter for crying out loud?
"Nice meeting you." I sound like a broken record, but I guess I was very shocked.
He just stared at me as if I'm a foreign specimen he's only seeing for the first time. Not in a creepy way, but in a confusing way.
"So, you're the woman that knacked up the Killer Machine?" He grunted at last, a little smile on his face.
My cheeks flushed and I didn't know what to say to that, so I didn't say anything.
He reached into his hood and withdrew some wrapped stuffs in a nylon bag. He handed it to me. "That's their drugs. Had to stop by at the goddamn hospital or they would have died."
I looked back, took in their bandaged wounds and nodded. "Thank you so much."
He gestured for the nylon bag. "It's all written down there, how they'll take the damn drugs. They were supposed to be hospitalized but your man terrorised the doctors so much, they agreed to his early discharge."
"B-But they'll be fine, right? The doctors took care of everything?" I couldn't help asking so hopefully. I can't bear the thought of loosing him.
The man nodded once. He turned to leave, stopped and came back again. He withdrew some bucks and gave it to me.
He gestured his head to Morris. "That's for the clown. I owe him fifty for loosing the damn bet."
"Okay..." I pocketed the money.
"Tell Number Zero when he wakes up that I'm going back to complete my mission. He'll understand what I mean, or he can contact me." He turned and started out.
"Zavier." I blurted out.
"What?" He turned.
"H-His name. It's Zavier not N-Number Zero." I whispered shakily but defiantly, raising my chin.
He smiled then. "Hmm......interesting." Then,he gave me a little wave of his hand and took off.
I closed the door and punched in the keylock. Then, I turned and stared at the two severally wounded men unconscious in front of me.
How can someone live his life so dangerously? I hurt for Zavier because he grew up knowing only this life. His right to leave a normal life was stolen from him.
As I stared at them, I wondered what I'm supposed to do with two wounded men.
ZAVIER [Zero]
One Week Later.
"What the FVCK!" I roared to the damn sky from my bedroom.
The door swung open, Lani and Morris rushed inside the room. "What's happening?" Lani asked.
Shit, I didn't mean to scare her. I shut my eyes tight and tried the fvck to calm down. I breathed in and out and counted to fvcking ten in my head.
"I'm fine, doll. Everything is alright." I said to her at last.
She still looked worried. She walked closer and surveyed my bandaged wounds. "Are you sure? Should I call the doctor, Zavier?"
I cringed inwardly. She has called the damn doctor three times already in one week for Morris and I, and she doesn't stop even when we try to intimate her not to do so. We still end up seeing a terrified but effective doctor on our doorstep.
She's so stubborn.....a trait I didn't know she had until this injury. A trait I admire, even as it irritates me because things doesn't go my damn way.
She doesn't listen worth shit when we explain that we don't need them doctors and she's like a motherhen, according to Morris.
I don't know what a motherhen is like, I've never had a mother. But if they all behave like Lani....even if it makes me grumpy, deep down in my black heart, I love it.
"No, I don't need doctors. Let me talk to Morris for a few minutes, okay?" I placed my head on her stomach and breathed her in.
Fvck. The things she do to me.
I can't wait for this damned wounds to heal so I'll fvck her the way I want, I long for that day.
Although I bury myself deep inside her in the dark of the night, I only get to do it once.
And even then, she's always so worried about pulling a stitch, reopening a wound, that she insists on a slow gentle pace.
In as much as it drives me so crazy, I take what I get because not being inside her at all, drives me mad.
She's an addiction and I'm beginning to think that she's the kind that even rehab can't cure.
"Are you sure you're fine? It's not the wounds?" She asked softly at last, pulling away.
"No, I'm really fine." I assured her before she turned and walked out.
And not before she threw Morris a glance, "I'll change your bandage in three hours, don't forget again."
"I won't, love." He drawled, grinning.
I threw a pillow at him and he dodged it, even without looking at me. When she left and the door closed again, he finally glanced at me with that cheeky grin on his face.
"God, I can't seem to get past it whenever she calls you 'Zavier' and you answer like a cat in heat. Where the fvc---hell is your damn balls, man?"
I glared at him.
He nodded meaningfully. "Oh, you don't need to answer, I'd bet you forgot it inside her sweet tight pvssy."
I really gave him a killer glare then. "You know you look like a corpse in the morgue all bandaged up like that from fvcking head to toe and yet, you ain't happy you're breathing? You really wanna die, don't you, Morris?"
"No, I don't, Zaaaaavier." He emphasized on the word.
I don't have the strength for his shit. I still can't forget the message that entered right now on my phone. I raised the phone and glared at it.
"What's going on?" The assh0le finally asked.
"Spider is dead."
Morris blinked twice, the bandage on his forehead touching the eye patch covering one of his eye. "Come again?"
I glared at the phone.
"Seriously!? Spider is dead!? By who? What the fvcking happened? It's a great news!" He came to sit by the side of the bed.
"Slaughter killed him. Said it's 50-50. I get Felaray's blood, he gets Spider's. The both of them were his mission." I grunted.
"Woooah. Well, that surely is good news. One less motherfvcker in the world." His eyebrows shot up, "You're supposed to be fvcking happy. You look like you swallowed your damn c0ck."
I gritted my teeth. "Before Spider died, he told fvcking Slaughter that he's got an assassin still on Lani's head and he didn't give Slaughter any other useful information, apart from the damn fact that even when he dies, the assassin will still get the goddamn job done."
"Shit!" Morris cussed angrily. "Doesn't matter, we'll still get the bastard. Do we know who the fvck the assassin is?"
I shook my head. "Got no idea, but Slaughter is already looking into it. We'll know in no damn time. Until then, the two assholes plaguing her life are already meeting their creator in hell."
"Yeah. Threats eliminated. She can go back to her life again." He stated.
"She---"
"Zavier! Morris! Food's ready!" Lani shouted happily from the sitting room.
Morris grinned mischievously. "Your woman gives me a mind-blowing orgasms whenever she says those words. Fvcking heaven in it's own, those words."
I pretended not to hear him. Getting up, I walked closer to join him in getting out of the room.
Immediately I was within touching distance, I gave him a knock on his bandaged broken-and-bruised nose.
"Ouuuuuch!!!!!" He shouted, holding his nose, "My poor nose!!"
"It's heaven's, not fvcking heavens. And keep your paws off my woman." I grunted as I walked past him and made my way to the living room.
He followed me while grumbling. "You're just jealous that your sweet innocent girlfriend gives me an orgasm too. Stingy bastard."
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