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It should piss me off the way he talks about her, but it doesn’t. It only makes me want to make his life more miserable than I already have planned. He truly believes Trixie and him are in a relationship, so no matter what I say he won’t believe me. It will only do one thing. Make him happy knowing he's annoying me, so the best way to be with someone like him is to show them you’re not bothered with his words.

He continues to talk about Trixie, and how she will miss him if he doesn’t come home soon.

Pushing myself off the wall, I walk over to him, and put my hands into my pockets. “Are you not wondering where you are?” I ask him.

Not once has he asked where he is, nor has he asked to leave. He’s not even put up a fight to get out. Which makes me wonder how fucked up his head is.

He laughs, the man is going fucking crazy. “She doesn't love you. I will always be her first, first for everything. No matter what you do, she will always remember me. You’re just a fucking-” Before he can finish his sentence I headbutt him and he takes a step back holding his nose. Now he’s pissing me off, and I’ve wanted to punch him for a very long fucking time. “You asshole,” he screams as he runs towards me, and throws a punch but I move out of the way, grab the back of his head, and slam it down on my knee, and push him away a little.

“You know I’ve thought about what I want to do with you. I know I don’t want to kill you. But I do have so much fun planned for us.” I punch him in the face a few times until I feel his blood on my knuckles. “I’m going to make fifteen years feel like fifty years.” I push him and he falls to the floor. When he tries to get back up I kick him hard in the face, and I smile when I hear the bone in his nose break.

I was only going to make his life horrible for thirteen years, the same amount he did to Trixie, but then he took her to the woods, so I added more years.

I walk over to the table of tools and pick up the wood chisel, and turn around and nod to the two men wearing masks to grab him. Robert tries to fight them, but they are almost double the size of him, he won't get far.

They hold him so he's standing straight, I walk over to him, playing with the tool in my hand, and for the first time since being in the room I see fear in his eyes. And it’s only the start of what I have planned for him.

One of the men places his dick on the block which sits between us, and he tries to fight more, for a moment I watch him, listening to him shouting for us to let him go.

“No!” he shouts, trying to move away from the block. “You can’t do this!” He screams, but his screams are nothing new to me. I move to the side of the wood block, and bring my arm up, coming down fast on his dick.

The scream is loud and echoes in the white room, as blood drips out of him. I do it again, blood spattering on my clothes, three blows and his dick flies across the room. My men throw him to the floor, and I kneel before him. He screams out in agony, curling up into a ball, the tears escaping his eyes as he screams insults at me.

“Remember the name of the man who made you become a man with nothing. Declan Crawford.” Standing up, I look down at him. “I look forward to seeing you again.” Walking toward the door I turn to one of the men. “He doesn’t die, once he is cleaned up, take him down to The Pit.”

I walk out of the room, knowing this asshole is going to go through hell by my hands and I’m going to enjoy every fucking second of it.

I knew today was coming, but it doesn’t make it any easier. I have Trixie on one side, and my dad on the other. I never thought I would bury my best friend, not fucking yet anyway.

The casket begins its final descent, six feet underground. I did everything I could to make this how he wanted, I looked to see what caskets he got for his family, so he had the same. I even remember the fucker said he wanted to be buried in nothing but the best, a Gucci suit. Got him the best I could find, and no flowers. That was one thing he joked about and said I’m dead what the fuck do I care about the flowers. I joked about the suit, and he told me if he is walking around heaven it’s going to be in a Gucci suit, it was the first time in The Pit I had laughed so hard.

That’s what I’m going to miss, him saying stupid things to make me laugh. Everyone throws a flower on the casket as it lowers, then they walk away, but I stay where I am.

“I hope you’re happy with what I did.” I take a step closer, and smile. “You’re probably looking down at me saying I got the wrong suit, or the flowers on top of your casket are a waste of money.” I lick my lips and look around at my family standing by the cars. “But some fucker left me a lot of money, my kids never have to worry a day in their life, and there is nothing I can do to say thank you. I'm still angry you didn’t wait for me. You were meant to be standing next to me,” I shake my head, and look up at the sky. “It was meant to be me and you taking over The Pit once Cain got too old,” I joke, and I know he's laughing at me. “Now I’m on my own.” Throwing the rose onto his casket, I take a step back. “You will always be my best friend, and my kids will know who you are. I hope you rest in peace now, and find your family. Look over me Big Man, and I know I’ll never go wrong.”

Now it’s time to live life for the both of us, and make sure people know Declan Crawford isn’t someone to fuck with because he will come for you, no matter what.

Trixie

It’s been close to a month and I finally feel like myself, the wound hasn’t healed one hundred percent, but it's a lot better. Sometimes my wound, where I was stabbed, hurts and I remember what Robert did to me. Whenever Declan sees that, he tries to pull me back to the moment.

But one thing keeps playing on my mind is that he hasn’t touched me. Hasn’t even tried too. He tells me he loves me and gives me kisses, or randomly walks past me and gives me a kiss. But he’s never gone any further than that.

Crazy, but I’ve missed looking at his body. He’s normally out of bed and showered before I get up, so I miss him in the morning. I hate it. I miss him.

Sitting at the end of the bed, I wait for him to come out of the shower. I’ve practised this conversation in my head about twenty times now, but I’m still nervous to ask why he hasn’t touched me in that way.

The bathroom door opens, and Declan moves the towel over his chest drying himself.

“Morning, don’t you look sexy today,” he winks as he smiles at me. I go to sign, but I stop when he throws the towel on the bed. I move to stand in front of him, and look down at his chest. “You like it?” he asks me, and I look up at him, then back at his chest.

He got the tattoo. The tattoo I designed for him. I move my fingers over the dragon's face, and smile at the detail it has. Even the colors are what I had drawn. There is nothing in this design that is different to what I drew.

“Trixie, did they fuck it up?” He takes a step back and looks down at his chest. “I made sure they followed the design-”

“I love it.” The words come out a little shaky, but I said them.Looks even better than I thought it would.I’m not just saying it either, it looks amazing, and on his body, it fits so well.

“Fuck, you scared me for a second, there is a little detail I need to go back and finish, then all done. Now you need to get my tattoo,” he jokes with me. I know he hates the wire around my neck, he made it very clear the first time he saw it.

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