Addicted

Chapter 18

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◇ violence

◇ swearing

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I wake up later snuggled up in his arms. No nightmares. No dreams at all, just blissful darkness. I'm incredibly comfortable and happy, but I have to pee, so I pry myself out of his arms and go to the bathroom.

After using the toilet, I take his clothes off me, turn on the light, and examine my full body, blinking and squinting in the harsh light. Bruises and hickeys and bite marks scrawl down from my neck to my thighs. Beautiful love marks.

I look at the clock on the wall. It's 3 in the morning? Jesus Christ. I put his clothes back on and snuggle myself back into his arms, sighing happily. Our life is almost like a dream, it's so perfect. Probably shouldn't have said that and jinxed it.. Eh, whatever. What's the worst that could happen?

So of course a servant informs us at 8:30 A.M. that Punchline just showed up crying.

What the fuck.

"Darling, I'm sorry-" he starts, but I interrupt him. "You have to deal with it, I know," I grumble. He pauses. "Actually, why don't you deal with it? Woman to woman?"

I blink, then a grin spreads across my face. He takes one look at that grin and knows exactly what I'm thinking. "Princess, no. You cant tear her limb from limb and call that 'fixing it'. Go see what's going on- peacefully."

I pout. "Fine," I grumble, heading for the door. "But if she makes just one  snide comment about you and me or you and her, I cant promise I won't smack her, though."

He laughs. "I'm fine with that, pumpkin. Have at it."

I sit her down in my study, looking at her. Her red and black hair is a mess, and makeup is running down her face. "So. What seems to be the problem?" I ask.

She gulps. "Is the Boss around? It's kind of a gang matter-"

"I'm also in charge of the gang," I interrupt smoothly. "Now what's the matter, Alexis?" I ask, giving her a fake smile. God, she acts like such an elitist, I just wanna slap the fuck out of her fake ass face. She must have 10 pounds of makeup on.

Her eyes widen. "How do you know my real-"

"There are no secrets between me and Him," I say, relishing the look on her face. "Husbands don't keep secrets from their wives. Now, you have 5 minutes to explain the issue to me," I say in a sugarplum voice.

Her mouth drops open. "Four minutes and 45 seconds," I say. She shakes her head, as if to compose herself, and says shakily, "I'm sure you'll be just tickled about this, but I wish to resign."

"I'm sorry, what?" I say. "This is a gang. You cant just resign. Once you join, there's no going back."

She pulls her sleeve up. "I- I got the tattoo removed," she says quietly. Sure enough, there's a blank space in the midst of her tattoo sleeve where the gang symbol should be. My eyes widen. "You're screwed," I say, shocked almost silent. "Leaving the Joy Boyz.. that's punishable by death."

Her eyes glisten for a second, then harden. "I'm sure you're thrilled," she says stonily. I sigh. "I mean, I am, but you're gang. We all swore the oath. In my book, you're like my sister. An annoying sister that I want to choke sometimes, but that's not the point. Why- why you leavin?" I ask.

She bites her lip. "....There's a guy. He's a good guy, which I never thought I'd fall for, but somehow, I did. I don't think he's gonna wanna join the gang. He also.. he got me pregnant."

"WHAT?!" I gasp, shocked that Punchline was even capable of love. "You know what, never mind. What are you gonna do? You definitely can't stay in Gotham. They'd kill you for sure. Actually, my real question is, why did you wanna tell Joker, the leader of said killers, that you were leaving his gang?"

"I thought he would be more lenient since we um-" 

Immediately, I slap her. Her mouth drops open. "WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT FOR?" she screams, hand on her red cheek.

Puddin immediately opens the doors and strolls in. "Hello darling," he says, walking over to me and kissing me hard. My body tingles. "What seems to be the issue?"

"She wants to leave the gang," I say, rolling my eyes. "And she wanted to ask you since she fucked  you. She thought you would be nicer because of that," I say disgustedly.

His face hardens. "Firstly? No one gets preferential treatment- besides Harley." I smile, relishing that. "And secondly? You want to leave?" He asks quietly. I let go or his arm and he takes a step forward. "No can do. There's no leaving once you tire of it. You're in this for life. You made the choice, you deal with the consequences."

He notices her rolled up sleeve and grabs her arm, examining it with narrowed eyes. "You got the tattoo removed? That was very stupid of you. You used to be the top student in class, Alexis. Look how the mighty have fallen. You were such a good member," he says sadly, shaking his head. I smile, biting my lip in anticipation.

"Can I just.. you know, get a second chance? I'm in love," she whispers.

He leans into her face, lip curled. "Smirk asked for a second chance, too. Can't find anyone loyal these days, now can you? Guess where he is now? Six feet under. No second chances," he growls.

"I'm pregnant," she cries. "Please. For the sake of my baby."

He tilts his head. "Well.. that changes things, doesn't it?"

"Oh thank yo-"

"We're gonna have to dig a bigger hole, now aren't we?" He sneers. "I thought you were cold. Calculating. I thought you wouldn't get distracted by anything. You said that in the oath. Did you lie in your oath?"

I giggle quietly, and she starts forward, murder in her eyes, but he pushes her into a chair. "That's punishable by death, you know. You should be dead right now. But. I don't want to get my study dirty. Did you at least bang a bad guy?" he askes derisively, tilting his head again.

She shakes her head, tears brimming. He opens his mouth in disgust and then shuts it. "I can't even look at you. Get out. NOW," he yells. She gets up, runs out the door, and starts down the hall when he swings around the doorway and-

BANG.

He sighs. "She served the Boyz well."

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