Page 20 of Playing With Piper

“Get the hell out of my house, bitch. Nothing here worth stealing anyway,” Jefferey grumbles, picking up the sweaty beer can leaking on the table. He takes a long gulp, and I watch him. I don’t take my eyes off him as he crushes the beer can in his hand. He makes the mistake of throwing it at me, not that he’s sober enough to hit me. Still, it sets Blade off, and I sigh in annoyance when Jefferey screams out in shock.

One minute, he’s enjoying the buzz from his alcohol and the next he’s pinned under his youngest son. Poor bastard never saw it coming. Jefferey’s head smacks against the ground from the force of Blade’s hit. I cringe as blood trickles down the side of Jefferey’s forehead. Not part of the plan, but I’ll allow it.

“How many times am I gonna have to tell you fucking assholes to be nice to my girl? You fuckers are getting too comfortable with disrespecting women–my woman– and honestly, I’m fucking pissed,” Blade ridicules in anger, saliva smacking his father’s face. Jefferey flinches in disgust, though he can’t move too far. Blade is a brick wall compared to his father, and his sobriety gives him the upper hand anyway.

Giddiness builds inside me, and I know what’s about to come. Blade stands up, pulling his father up with him, and I clap my hands together. Blade shoves Jefferey back into the recliner, sending the chair into arocking frenzy. Jefferey tries to stand but Blade rests his hands on the chair arms, effectively caging his father in like a zoo animal.

I offer a sly smile as I slip my own knife from my thigh holster. It’s a nearly identical twin to Blade’s. Serrated razor with a matte black hilt. Blade took it upon himself to carve an angel wing into the hilt of mine, so it only felt right to carve a heart into his.

I return to my spot behind the recliner, dragging my knife down Blade’s father’s neck slowly. He tenses under the touch, and it sends a wave of satisfaction running through me.

“I’ve learned a lot about you in the last two months, Jeff. For starters, you’re a major dick,” I taunt, sighing sadly. Jefferey jerks around, causing my knife to dig into his skin. A single dot of blood starts to pebble on his skin, but it dries just as quickly.

“Fuck you,” he sneers, and Blade slaps him. The sound reverberates through the room, muffling the sound of the television momentarily.

“That’s Blade’s job,” I say jokingly. Blade lets out a huff in satisfaction as he pulls his mask off, but his father glares at him.

“Another thing that I’ve learned, Mr. Everett, is that you are a sick fuck. Abusing your own child the way you did? Hm, makes me fucking sick,” I say. Jefferey jerks his head around, shaking in anger.

“I neverabusedanybody. Just taught him his place,” the man sneers. I clench my teeth, letting my knife dig a little deeper into his skin.

“Really? Well, I’d say we could ask Owen, but... Well, you know how that one ended,” I laugh darkly. Jeff looks disgusted when I shrug at the thought of Owen.

“Youkilled my son?” Jefferey asks quietly. He’s glaring at me, and I smile while shaking my head. His face relaxes momentarily before tensing again.

“Try again,” I tease. Blade forces his father to look at him. I watch as he smirks.

“Ikilled your son,” Blade whispers. Jefferey shakes his head in disbelief.

“Son, how could you–”

“I amnotyour fuckingson,” Blade hisses. Jefferey’s face hardens because his concern had only been an act. He doesn’t care about Blade, and it’s painfully obvious that he couldn’t evenpretendto care.

“Don’t be so fucking dramatic, Blade,” Jeff scolds. I groan, waving my knife around.

“Can you not evenpretendlike you’re aware that you’re a shitty person? Or do you genuinely not realize it? Because, honestly, just by looking at you, it’s pretty easy to tell that you get your pleasure from hurting people,” I say loosely. Without giving Jefferey time to answer, I shove the tip of my knife into his shoulder. It settles into flesh and sinew, and I giggle. Ipush it even further, reaching bone, and causing him to cry out again.

“Which is so funny because, as it turns out, Bladealsogets pleasure from hurting people. Except he’s hurting people that have hurt us. You’re number two on the list, so we haven’t had as much practice. I’d apologize for not being gentle, but… I really don’t give a shit,” I smile. My eyes lock with Blade’s, and there’s a hunger in them that I know all too well. He’s hungry for revenge. He’s hungry for freedom. But most of all, he’s hungry forme.

“Most people dread the day their parents die, but I have been dreaming about this for so fucking long, Jeff,” Blade says, leaning back. His arms cross over his chest.

“But I’m not gonna kill you,” Blade sighs. I pull my blade from Jefferey’s shoulder, watching as he leans forward in relief.

“You’re not?” he asks, panting. Sweat is forming on his bloody forehead. Blade crouched down in front of his father, dropping his head with a sad sigh.

“No, I’m not gonna kill you,” he hums softly. He lifts his head, and I immediately recognize the playful glint in his eye. I know the look because Blade gives it to me every time he plays with me.

“But… I’m gonna enjoy every second of watching you die,” he nods gently, glancing over his father’s shoulder to look at me. Blade gives me a quick grin, and Jefferey starts stuttering.

“What are you–” Jefferey starts to question. He doesn’t get to finish before he’s choking on his own blood. It’smyblade that slices through his carotid. His hands rush up to cover the gash lining his throat, but it’s too late. There is no saving him because I’ve been waiting for this day for months. I have dreamt of the day that I would get to rid Blade of his pain, and there’s no way I’d fuck it up.

I step around the recliner to stand beside Blade. He’s still crouching in front of his dying father, and I place my hand on his shoulder. He rises to his feet instantly and pulls me to stand in front of him. Blade wraps his arms around my waist, resting his chin against my shoulder momentarily.

Blade’s eyes are still locked on his bleeding father as he kisses my neck. Only when Jefferey takes his last breath does Blade finally look away.

“Let me show you how thankful I am,” Blade murmurs against my skin. I can feel his cock hardening against my ass. I moan, leaning further into Blade’s touch. He has one hand resting firmly against my neck while the other is slipping down the front of my red dress.

I place my hand over his to stop him from going any further. This might be the only time I’ve ever stopped him.

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