Page 38 of Volatile

“I don’t know, like old-old, probably your age, or mid-thirties.”

“What the fuck? I’m not old and mid-thirties isn’t old either you dipshit, how the fuck would you have a boy toy at that age?”

She shrugs because she’s an idiot who clearly doesn’t understand the reality of being an adult. All the bullshit about what’s old and young disappears after a while but I like the thought of her being with someone younger than her because then she’ll have more power and it’ll be easier for me to scare the shit out of them.

“Easy, it’ll be someone younger than me and I’ll be rich so they’ll have to do what I say. Is that how your arrangement works with Stasi because she definitely shouldn’t be with someone like you?”

“The fuck’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, you know, she’s pretty and she dresses well, and you’re,” she waves her hand in the air, gesturing to my face then body, “just you.”

I look down at myself and I’m not dressed badly; I’m dressed normally in jeans and a T-shirt. Stasi always wears dresses and fuck-me heels, but that’s her uniform and this is mine. I don’t need to look at my face to know I’m perfect and my body is the same.

“You’re a bitch, Crusty,” I mutter at the teenaged dickhead as she cackles to herself like an evil witch.

“It’s blackmail, isn’t it?” I ignore her shouting at my back and walk the fuck away from her before she can hurt my ego anymore. “Tell me, I can prepare your defense.”

Fucking shithead, she’ll be a good lawyer though since her mind runs faster than her mouth and I don’t turn as I tell her to fuck off.

“I pissed in your coffee, I hope you can taste the difference.” Before I open the front door, I add, “And make sure there’s no fucking boys around you or I’ll kick the shit out of them.”

I’m about to tell her to lock up after me when I open the door to see her cunt of a mother eating her abusive boyfriend’s face.

“Do your homework, Crusty,” I say over my shoulder and close the door behind me.

The prick focused his rage on the wrong kid and my feet are light, silent, carrying me to them with a wide smile on my face. Her mom screeches as my shadow breaks them apart and my smile gets wider as I cock my arm back and he stumbles back in an attempt to avoid my fist. There’s no pain when I do it again and I laugh at the split in his cheek. Weak cunt. He can hit a kid but he always bleeds so easily.

I look up at the house to make sure Kristi has gone to her room and she stands at the window, pressing her middle finger against the glass while chuckling to herself. I regret teaching her to do it now and she’s not the angry eleven-year-old anymore; she has sarcasm to add to her anger and I ignore her mother’s screaming as I get in the car.

As soon as I’ve opened the car door, Stasi asks, “What did he do?”

There’s no searching for a justification, she’s intrigued, and I get in without starting the car. The little cunt, Pete, drags himself around his car and I watch, making sure he drives away. Her rotten excuse for a mother get in the passenger seat and I look back at Kristi’s window as I say, “He’s a prick and tried to beat the shit out of Kristi a few years ago.”

There’s one rule I live by: don’t touch kids. In any way, you don’t lust after them or harm a hair on their head. When they’re older it’s fine, go wild and let them defend themselves because 99% of the time the weak fucks won’t even try. They get off on the power imbalance, knowing their opponent is weaker because they’re still growing.

My girl is talkative as she fixes her hate on the back of Pete’s ugly-ass head as he sits in his car.

“How do you know her?”

It’s not a secret and if it was I’d still give her the information.

“That prick would lock her in the car when he’d come to the fights. He’s been fucking her mom since Kristi was seven or eight years old, but he left a crowbar on the backseat once and she broke the window to get free. I was there, and she threatened to smash my face in.”

A soft laugh fills the car and I’m awestruck. Stasi doesn’t laugh enough. Especially when it’s such a beautiful sound. Val’s call breaks through it and I decline his call, knowing it will just be a checkup to see if I’ve lost my mind.

I expectStasi to ignore my demand to be there when she goes to the auction. But by some miracle she doesn’t act like herself and actually sends me the information without me begging for it.

Me:

What you wearing?

Stasi:

Right now? Nothing.

My thumb hits videocall and the stubborn shit declines before it can even ring. She can’t just say shit like she’s naked and then ignore me.

stasi declined video call

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