She was the one that never had to say a word, a glance from her would make any one question if they would live to see tomorrow.
He was known for his deadly sins, his bloody hands that never seemed to get clean.
When one meets the other, galaxies c...
When Matteo had seen the newest body. Not even hours after the first two were found. He was a little worried.
Whoever this fucker was, he meant business.
Then he had seen the letter, with a "To Athena" written in what looked like blood. He lost it.
She's mine.
You can't take her from me.
But she wasn't his. She was her own person. The same person that didn't want him go touch her. Even though he had woken up to her cuddling to his chest.
Some part of Athena knew they were meant to be together. Matteo knew that, he had to keep hope that someday she would be his again.
The letter addressed to Athena made his blood boil. He didn't like the game this man was playing at. And it was starting to get on his nerves.
He handed the letter to Athena, he didn't like how the paper was covered in blood. He didn't like the victims face was in pieces.
Some part of him wanted to shelter Athena from the blood and guts that laid on the floor. But he knew she was going to kick him in the balls if he so much as tried.
Athena's eyes scanned the letter. Matteo didn't want to know if she had arrived the part where the killer described how he was going to kill her. Or the part where he said that he was going to rip her spine out from her back.
He didn't want to remember, how the ink got deeper, heavier, when he wrote about killing her.
He was going to kill his man slowly. So painfully that he would feel every last second.
Matteo wasn't expecting Athena to laugh at the letter.
No, he was not. But he should have expected it.
Her laugh responded past the bloody walls. The shredded body. The multiple men staring at the bloody scene.
Ford walked up to her. "What the hell are you doing?" He hissed at her.
I'm think the same fucking thing, brother.
Her hands moved quickly in response. Too fast for Matteo to even try to translate.
Soon enough, Ford was laughing right along with her. He was whipping fake tears from his eyes. He even looked Luke he was going to roll over.
"Anyone want to tell us what's going on?" Dyaln spoke calmly. Even though the evil laughter coming from Athena seemed to frighten most of the guest.
Ford sighed as he caught his breath.
"This man is a complete idiot." He chuckled, as he read the paper again.
"And how you 'now this, sweetheart?" A man with a heavy accent spoke. Matteo recognized him as the second for the Texan drug Cartel.
Kenneth Horse. Weird ass name. But lethal as hell. Known for the drug trade that almost killed thirty cops.
Fantastic we are making friends.
"Becuase he thinks you can survive if you take out someone's spine."
Athena burst into laughter again.
"Why is this funny?" Dyaln asked. Asking the question everyone was asking.
"We've," he started to laugh again. "Athena had tried that. The whole," he did a yanking motion. "Pulling out a spine and shit."
Athena sighed something again. Causing Ford to burst out again.
"It was a mess. And all I can remember was Athena," he gasped for air. "Holding that spine after it finally came out."
Athena made a chicken motion with her arms.
What the fuck?
You had to go and fall in live with a psychopath! Out of all the fucking people in the world.
What the hell is wrong with you?
And why do you find her evil laugh hot? You fucking whore.
"So, your chick is psychotic?" Kenneth spoke.
Ford glanced at him, then at Athena. And then to Matteo.
"You might want to get cowboy out of here before Athena shoes just how psychotic she is." Ford smiles and pushes Athena closer to the body.
