Only His

Chapter Nine

Aliyah

I sat in the front seat with my hands in my lap. Kazimir had made the decision that he would be driving and his men could go into the other cars. It was just us two in the car.

I picked at my skin a habit I had, when I was off edge. My anxiety is at its highest. Kazimir hasn't said much to me and I didn't want to talk.

The incident played in my head. She tried to be like me? She put herself down, but saying I was her? How could she do something like that, when she could barely kill anyone. Her hand would always shake, she would always scream and cry about it.

When she did kill, she was unresponsive. She couldn't do fucking shit and I had to do it for her. I had to do everything, she was the coward. She lives in my fucking shadow and she took it like it was her! After every fucking thin that happened to us!

Why does it matter that she did? I left for a reason. I didn't want to spend the rest of my life killing people. I didn't want to be Juan's pet, even though I left because he died. Even that I found weird. I don't think he just died in an accident. There are no such things as accidents in this world.

I dug into my skin as old memories resurfaced in my head. Memories I tried to avoid.

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"Slit his throat," Jorge yells.

"I- I can't," she choked.

She shakes her head as the knife shook in her hand. Her face wet with tears and she made no attempt to go forward. Juan was right next to me as he softly bit my neck and grabbed my ass.

He didn't care about what was happening in front of him. He just wanted us to go, so he could have his fill of me. I pay his touch no mind as he always does. I watched as she struggled to cut his throat.

Jorge looked in my direction and he called me over. Juan released me, while patting my ass as a go ahead and I walked over to them.

"Hand her the knife."

Armani handed me the knife and she was still trembling. I stood in front of the fat man and I gripped the knife in my hand. I fisted his greasy stands of her in mine pushing his head back.

His words fell dead to my ears as I placed the knife against his neck and in a quick motion I slit his throat. Warm blood sprayed on me and I just blinked. I stepped back and let his body drop down to the ground.

I stepped back and Jorge took the knife to me. He came to me and kissed me on the cheek. I didn't say anything or do anything. I watched as he bled lal over the floor and his body spamsmed.

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He gripped my hand as the other hand gripped the steering wheel. I looked down at my hand and the burning sensation which I didn't feel now was more prominent.

He lifted his hand and nails marks with small lines of blood showed. Shit. I wiped away the blood on my leggings and tried to ignore the sting.

"Where are we going?" I asked.

"To mine."

"No, can you take me home please."

He glanced at me. I don't know if he was willing to do such a thing, but he tapped on the navigation screen. I took that as my sign to put in my address which I did. We were 45 minutes away from my house

***

I walked out of the shower and had the towel wrapped around me tightly, I walked out of the bathroom. Kazimir had chosen that he wanted to stay here for a bit. I wasn't sure why nor did I ask why. I was sure it had to do with his curiosity about who I was.