Page 28 of Savage
“Dar,” Calvin started, but my fighter was already walking away.
“We can get one another time,” Dar said.
Calvin ran his thumb over his finger and kept looking back at the tv and then at Dar. His eyebrows dropped as he continued to stand there, although the other two had already moved on. My blunt nails bit into the flesh of my palm as I clenched my fists.
“Come on, Cal,” Sayge said. The smile he wore was one angels would be envious of. He did it so effortlessly. His lips drew my attention, and my chest tightened. I remembered just how good they’d felt on me. How good all of them had felt in my bed. Where they belonged.
I should have kept them.
* * *
Following them and watching over them became the only way to curve the urge to snatch them up. Still, every day that went by, my need for them grew.
Five days and I was uncomfortable. Nothing soothed me anymore, not even the warm blood that rained over my gloved hand. It was nothing like havingthem.
I snatched the blade out and tossed it to the side, earning me a muffled scream.
The need to see them or know what they were doing was burning me alive. I stepped away from the man swinging from the low ceiling and pulled one glove off to dial Ken. Placing the phone back down, I put it on speaker and slipped the glove back on. I still had work to do.
“He—”
“What are they doing today?” I asked, cutting Ken off. I only had one thought on my mind.
Ken sighed. If I didn’t have a job to do, I’d be there myself.
“They’re leaving now, headed toward the bus stop. They have tickets for some event.”
I ground my teeth together. They were still taking the bus. “Give them a ride.”
“Elio, I can’t just walk up to them and say, hey, you know the guy you went home with five days ago? Well, he’s been stalking you. Today I was sent to watch you, and he told me to give you a ride.”
Was that truly unreasonable?
“I know you’re thinking there is nothing wrong with that, but there are so many issues with what I just said. It’s too many for me to explain to you.”
Panting and muffled murmurs of pleas drew my attention from Ken. I glared over my shoulder at the piece of shit in front of me. He’d done something or the other to the family, and I’d been sent after him. Still, I could care less. I was ready for it to be over and go back out there and watch over my boys.
My steps felt lighter as I went for the knife I’d discarded. They were my boys.Mine!So why had I allowed them to go? Tapping the bloody knife against my chin, I tried to remember.
The pleading increased in volume, and the sound of chains clinging pulled me out of my head. I groaned and turned the knife around before ramming it into the side of his neck. The muffled cries quieted, and I yanked the blade out, stepping to the side as blood spewed everywhere.
“Elio,” Ken said.
Blinking, I stepped away from the corpse. “Why haven’t they used the money?”
“Didn’t you say they bought a bed?”
Yes, I’d snuck into their place, and it left much to be desired. They needed so much more. A cheap bed was the bare minimum.They needed to be in mine.I was going in circles. I knew what I wanted, and I was done trying to figure out why.
“Have a couch delivered and order an AC unit.”
“That’s not suspicious at all after you had a television installed in their apartment,” Ken muttered.
Dar wanted it, and he’d been excited the moment they’d come home. Sure, many questions surfaced, but in the end, all that mattered was their comfort.Wouldn’t it be better if they were here where they could live in luxury? Where I could provide them with any and everything they could possibly need? That way, I could have them and, at the same time, keep them close.
I walked toward my phone, taking my gloves off. My shoes squeaked with every step through the countless puddles of blood on the floor.
“No, I’m coming there. We can pack their things up and move them.” A smile came to my face as I thought about all three of them back in my bed. Sayge’s seductive voice, Dar’s challenging wild behavior, and sweet prey like Calvin. I turned my hand over and stared at the circular scar, running my fingers over the rigid flesh. I could still feel Calvin’s warm fingers as he held my hand and tried to take care of something so small.
