Page 92 of Wanna Play A Game?
I’m at my calmest when I’m killing. My most peaceful. It feels like the rest of the world falls away, and my only goal is to complete the kill in front of me.
Well, my calmest until I met Cali. She does something for me. Something that I don’t know how to describe. It’s like my soul is…home around her. And that scares me.
I focus on Ben with efficient energy. He moans and looks around with watery eyes.
“Welcome back, sleepy. Did you have a nice nap?”
Ben partially focuses on me and jerks back. Well, as best as he can. His helplessness makes a thrill run through me and straight to my dick.
“You…” he sputters.
“Yes, me,” I smile. “You can call me Karma. I’m going to make you pay for what you did to Cali.”
“Cali?” He blinks slowly, still not focusing on anything.
“What the hell did he do to Cali?” Sawyer growls.
Rage boils in me. Ben acts like Cali is forgettable? Like what he did to her means nothing? I slam my hands on the edge of the gurney hard enough to make the whole thing shake.
Sawyer turns all his attention on me. “What. Did. He. Do?” The darkness flickers in his eyes again. He’s afraid. He knows what my marks do.
I step in front of the gurney. “Sawyer, this is my fucking mark. Don’t fucking touch him.”
He clenches his jaw, his breathing getting heavy. “Tell me.”
I swallow. He’s going to kill him. I don’t want to tell him.
Sawyer must see it in my eyes anyway.
Sawyer lunges at the gurney. I throw myself into his body to stop him. “Sawyer! Don’t kill him. Don’t kill him!” I shove him back an inch. “I can’t play if he’s dead.”
“I don’t give a fuck about playing,” Sawyer growls.
“He’s my mark!”
I shove Sawyer with all the strength I have. He takes a single step back.
“Fuck all the way off, Sawyer. He’s mine to kill.”
“Don’t kill me!” Ben cries from the gurney. “Oh my fucking god, don’t kill me!”
Sawyer grits his teeth, the veins in his neck bulging. “He touched Cali? I’m going to rip his head off his body. Get out of the way.”
“You guys know Cali? Is she here? Cali! Cali, help me!”
Sawyer’s lethal gaze moves slowly to the table.
Ben sobs, “That’s my girl! Please tell me you know where she is.”
I’m over Ben in an instant, my fist cracking down on his face.
“She’s our girl,” I hiss. “She’s way too good for you.”
Ben yells, thrashing back and forth and crying. Sawyer is frozen at the end of the gurney, the darkness barely restrained in his eyes.
“Miley,” he grits. “Pick a different mark. Let me kill him.”
“Oh, now you wantmeto give upmymark?” I growl at him. “Because you were so willing to do that with your little girlfriend?”
