Page 11 of The Raven
My tearful gaze is fixed firmly on Eric’s lifeless corpse as whimpers ofdespair escape me. How had we gone from a romantic evening, drinking wine and planning our wedding, to this?
Grim. That’s how.
Movement behind Eric catches my eye, and I watch as Ziggy flopsonto my couch and begins fiddling with a small packet in his hand. A second later, he tips the contents out: a small heap of white powder.
He grabs the credit card I’d abandoned on the table when the gangburst in, and uses it to move the powder into a line. I’d been using my credit card to pay for the wedding flowers. Flowers I would never get to see, for a wedding that would never take place.
I tune out Pyro’s attack and the laughter emitting from the others as theydestroy my apartment, my attention focused on Ziggy, and my silent pleas for him to look at me so I can ask for help, even though I know I won’t get help from any of them.
But he doesn’t look my way, too fixated on the cocaine he’s preparingto snort. He rolls a dollar bill up, and his eyes light with glee as he stares at the powder.
“Dude, you know, drugs are gonna kill you one day?” Grim says,humor in his voice as he pauses his destruction of a frame containing a photo of Eric and me at our engagement party, my mom and stepdad hugging us both as we celebrated.
Ziggy ignores him, lining up the rolled-up note before snorting the coke andthrowing his head back in ecstasy after the powder disappears up his nose. “Yeah, but what a fucking way to go,” he whoops, his voice hoarse.
Grim rolls his eyes, returning to smash the photo clutched in hishands while the others chortle.
A painful slap to my ass brings me back to Pyro’s thrusting before hisbody stills and he empties inside of me, his come mixing with Grim’s and Butch’s, who have already taken their turn to rape me.
Ziggy snorts a secondline and stands. When our eyes finally meet, Ifind his are bloodshot, and his pupils wide while he wears a menacing grin on his face.
He unbuckles his pants and winks at me. “My turn.”
Unashamedly, he pulls his hard cock out, not caring that the othersmock him for being smaller than they are. Pyro moves, and Ziggy takes his place.
I close my eyes as he pushes inside me, and my brain must decideit has had enough because the next thing I’m aware of is the tangy smell of weed polluting the air around me as Ziggy sits on the couch smoking a joint, a sated grin on his face.
Pain seared my body at the images swirling like a vortex in my brain andalmost making my knees buckle. But when a car stopped at the end of the alleyway I was loitering in, I embraced the anguish, ready to unleash it on my target.
When Buck stepped out of the driver’s seat, a flash of panic shotthrough me. I wasn’t prepared for him. I started to slink further into the shadows, ready to abandon my plan, until the man in question got out of the passenger seat.
I frowned. Usually, Ziggy made his deliveries alone. Perhaps Grimwas taking the threat to his boys more seriously than I first thought.
As he should have been.
I quickly deliberated as Buck joined Ziggy on the sidewalk. I hadenough gear on me to deal with both men, but I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t disappointed at the prospect of killing Buck right then. I had somethingextraspecial planned for his demise.
But I didn’t have to make the decision. On the opposite side of the road towhere their car was parked, a woman emerged from the front of a strip club, hollering loudly to get Buck’s attention.
Buck spun to look at the blonde woman who was wearing nothing but abright pink sparkly bralette and matching hot pants. Her painted red lips moved as she spoke to him, too far away for me to hear, and then pulled into a salacious smile.
Turning his attention to Ziggy, Buck’s grin matched the woman’s. He pattedZiggy’s back before taking off across the road and pulling the woman into his arms, leaving Ziggy to make his deal alone as the woman led him insidethe club.
I rolled my eyes.
Too busy getting his cock wet to worry about his buddy’s safety. It went inmy favor though, I could stick to my original plans for the two of them.
Chuckling to himself and shaking his head, Ziggy started his final walk towhere I waited for him, still hidden in the shadows. With my head bowed, I watched from the corner of my eye as he traipsed toward me, no doubt wondering why his usual contact wasn’t there to meet him.
Simple answer. His usual contact was unconscious, his limp bodyhidden in a dumpster. I’d injected enough heroin into his system to keep him quiet for a few hours.
“Where’s Barry?” Ziggy said as he neared me.
I kept my head down. “Couldn’t make it. Sent me instead,” I replied,disguising my voice.
Ziggy stopped in front of me. “Not good enough, I don’t deal withanyone but Barry.”
“That’s a shame, I wasreallylooking forward to getting reacquaintedwith you.”
