Page 83 of Soulless Deeds

“I’m here to help Gordon. I’ll follow your command,” she said, her comforting, soft tone soothing some of my anxiety. Her voice was what first attracted me to her, the melodic cadence a weakness to my Variant. It also helped that, despite her upbringing, she was gentle, placid, sweet with a beautiful face. From the first, I had a ridiculous notion to protect her, much to Gordon’s disgust.

“So, what are we waiting on?” I asked, impatience lacing the question. I was cold, dirty and starving, ready to get on with it.

Then, the lights surrounding the warehouse abruptly cut out, pitch-black engulfing the area.

“That. Showtime my friend. Fucking showtime,” Gordons giddy voice lifted in the dark.

We were successful. The mission went off without a hitch and we were now riding the high of becoming the kings of the fucking world.

We’d stolen two suitcases full of expensive shit that we’d sell on the streets. Guns, drugs, wads of cash. I didn’t know who it belonged to, but at that point, I didn’t give a shit. Gordon pulled through with the biggest hustle known to man, and now we were set for the rest of our days.

I laid back on the ratty bed of our shitty apartment in Hangman’s Block, toking on the gas cylinder while a toothy grin widened on my face.

“That’s a scary sight,” Camilla said, leaning against the doorframe, watching me with sultry eyes.

I lifted a lazy brow, letting my gaze roam over her with lustful, unabashed fervour. I wanted it all.

“I’ve never seen you smile like that,” she said.Is it the high or is her voice dripping in desire?Then, she stalked towards me, her hips rocking from left to right before she straddled my waist. “Like you want me so bad.”Yep, definitely desire.

“I’ve always looked at you this way. I just never let you see it.” I ditched the pipe and raised my hands to settle on herwaist, which began to gyrate back and forth over my growing length.

Camilla removed her shirt, her breasts bare and bounding in front of me. “Let me see.”

I gulped. “Where’s Gordon?” The walls were paper-thin. No doubt he’d hear everything that was about to happen.

“Who cares,” was her simple reply when she bent overtop of me and sucked on my neck.Right. Who cares?

In just one night, all my worries disappeared alongside my criminal acts. Entirely worth it.

I had money, I had my best friend and I had my girl. What more could I want?

And as Camilla lowered on my virgin, condomed cock, giving me my first taste of pussy, I was fucking done for. The world was mine to take, and I’d own it all.

As I climaxed, it wasn’t just my dick being drained. Camilla’s fingers dug into my chest as her face strained with concentration. Pure bliss coloured her face, but it wasn’t from her orgasm alone.

She was siphoning my Variant. I could feel the pull, my sixth sense being tapped, pulled and dragged from my very flesh like a damn succubus.

“What are youuu doingg?” I asked, my voice lagging with drowsiness. It wasn’t the drug—I was now seeing double, unconsciousness luring on the outskirts of my mind.

When she was finished taking every last drop of my Variant, Camilla retreated, leaving me a hollow, naked husk on the bed, depleted to empty. I couldn’t move as if a heavy weight laid on my chest, anchoring me to that one position.

As soon as she was fully dressed, Gordon walked in, assessing the scene.Thank fuck he heard the commotion. He’ll take this bitch to task.

Instead, he turned to Camilla with a serious expression—the most serious I’d ever seen on him. “It’s done then?”

She nodded with a smirk and left through the doorway, her retreating back causing blatant anger to seethe through my muscles. That last bit of emotional turmoil gave me the ammo to launch from the bed after her. I didn’t get far, Gordon punching me in the stomach before I keeled over at his feet.

My lungs strained with a laboured wheeze, and my chest hurt with each minute movement. Looking up at my best friend, I asked the obvious. “Why?”

“Didn’t I tell you to never fall in love, Noah?” That one statement caused a cascade of memories to filter through my mind. All the times he had warned me against Camilla. The countless occasions he had scoffed at the idea of me loving her. He cautioned that any type of affection could be used against me, for someone to use and manipulate to get what they want. I just didn’t think those rules applied to me.

My eyesight shifted in and out of focus while I remained comatose in the bedroom doorway. Yet, I still processed Gordon and Camilla hand in hand, closing the front door, dragging the two suitcases behind them. They didn’t look back, shutting that last barrier on our decrepit apartment and our entire past.

To Gordon, love was an illusion, and they had just proved that by crushing my aching heart.

His final warning penetrated so deep in my psyche that when oblivion took hold, I processed that one single concept and scored it on my soul.

Never fall in love. A vow I’d stand by for the rest of my life.

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