Married to secrets

Chapter eight

Harper:
I held his hand and led him into the house, I walked him to the kitchen and poured him a drink, he gladly accepted, I walked back to the front door and took off my shoes and turned the lights on and off, he got out of the car "I forgot something in the car, I'll be back!" I yelled "Ok!" He yelled back I left the door open and waited for him, he got to the steps, I got on my tippy toes and kissed him, and walked back to the kitchen, I assumed he would go somewhere and hide, I led Anthony to the living room, I saw Asher in the corner of the room, he was leaned up against the wall, looking so damn fine, Anthony kissed me, I kissed him back and grabbed my knife,
Asher:
She grabbed her knife and held it to his liver "I wouldn't do that." He said, she scrunched her nose "Do what?" She asked innocently, he raised an eyebrow at her and twisted the knife out of her hand and threw it at the wall, he went to slap her, "You hit her and you'll have a nice new wound in the back of your head." I said in an icy tone he froze "W-who are you." He stuttered, he slowly turned around and his mouth dropped open "Your, your the devil aren't you?" He asked scared, I nodded "Why are you protecting this little whore." He asked in disgust, I smirked "Be careful what you say about my girlfriend." I warned him in a dangerous tone, his face paled, I nodded to Harper, she shook her head and dead legged him, and tied his arms behind his back, and grabbed his hair and exposed his neck, and held her knife to his neck, "Why are you doing this?" He asked, she scoffed and winked at him, she used the knife to cut his legs, "Please stop." He begged "Why, you didn't stop when Josie begged you to." She hissed in his ear, she carved her name in his back then crossed it out, he was screaming for her to stop, begging her to stop, she tore his shirt off and began to carve 'man whore' across his chest, he would not stop screaming so she slapped the shit out of him, she walked out of the room and came back with a bottle of vodka, she poured it all over the wounds, I am nog gonna lie, she ignored everything around her, she looked bored, "You can shoot him." I handed her my gun, "Your mission." I said bluntly, she nodded and pointed the gun at him, and fired one shot at each knee cap, then his stomach, then two shots in his head, she watched as he bled out, "questo è per aver ferito la mia migliore amica puttana."(that's for hurting my best friend bitch) I walked over to her and wrapped my arms around her waist and buried my face into her neck.