Page 10 of Atonement

“Stop, please. I beg you. I’ll tell you anything. Just please...”

“Shut the fuck up!” Magnolia yells as she pushes him further into the floor, her heel grinding painfully into his dick. “Who the hell do you work for?”

“I don’t know, I never saw his face. Only heard a voice. But I can tell you...”

Bang!

I shake my head before cocking it to the side. Releasing a frustrated sigh as blood pools on the ground behind his head, I feel cheated out of the painful death I was set on inflicting. One he no doubt deserved.

“I was going to make him sweat, Mags,” I grit out. “Make him feel some God-fearing pain.”

Turning, I hand her back the pistol I took off her thigh as she hands me back the one I felt her take from behind my back just moments before.

“He didn’t know anything,” she answers me annoyed. “Waste of time. Waste of breath. It wasn’t worth it.”

“Is anything?” I ask, shocking both of us as her eyes glance up quickly and meet my own. “Worth it?”

“Once upon a time,” she sighs, exhausted from the dance we’ve perfected over the years. I go to respond, but she steps closer and stops me, all desire that danced in her eyes minutes ago now gone, as her hand hits my chest with a deep-rooted purpose. “Next time, don’t waste so much time feeling your way to second base, Ace. Show me fast. Feverish. Not slow and sweet like you’ve never stuck your hands into places they don’t belong.”

She pushes on my chest with a savage force, handing me something in the process, before walking away and leaving me with one sick parting gift. I look down and notice the knife she pulled from my belt earlier, now covered in blood, and pressed deliberately up against my white dress shirt.

“Like I mean it?” I yell after her, but she doesn’t stop, only shakes her head and keeps walking. “Oh, come back here, Sweetheart,” I taunt, as I feel my molars grind together in protest the longer I stare at her mouthwatering ass walk away. “I dare you. Fuck ‘like I mean it.’ I’ll remind you just how much I know how you love it.”