his precious Queen

6

Joker.

She was finally fucking home. Having her in a different man's house, having him look after her. Him cloth her, him wash her. Was fuckin tourcher. And I'm not the one who gets tourchered. No. Mr. J makes others feel pain.

Melody's hair swayed as she laughed, her cheeks seemed more full as she glowed, snorting at a joke Johnny sprouted.

She relaxed into my side, sighing as I felt the strands of her hair in between my fingers.

The voices calmed, the more her skin smelled like me. The more the hairs on her arms and the back of her neck rised, reacting to every little graze of my fingers against her skin.

Fuck she was beautiful. And all mine - my fucking queen.

"Where?" Melody questioned.

"Wayne enterprise." I rasped into her ear, licking the lob. Making her shudder under the feel of the pad of my tongue.

Going straight for Wayne manor was stupid - it allowed him and his GCPD connections to know the exact location his home was. The place he made sure to conceal. To hide from me.

"Without me?" She raised a brow.

I cackled as I kissed her lips. Licking the skin of her bottom one as I grinned. "I'll send dear old brucey your regards."

My little queen got a taste for blood and now can't seem to hold herself back. It's like a drug - once you start you can't stop. You'll do anything to feel the high of watching another life drain from their eyes. To feel their fight drain from them.

"When?" She questioned.

"Not tonight." My voice darkened. "I have better ways to spend my night."

Melody stifled a moan. My eyes slid to each of my men - all of them frozen as they looked away. The only evidence of them hearing the moan is the red tint of their ears.

"Leave. Us." I gritted. My fingers wrapping tighter around her skin, digging leaving an imprint.

"I hate what you do to me." I gritted, forcing her wide eyes to look into my own. "When  ya so cuddled up to him..so comfortable by his side I wanted to kill him."

Melody whimpered, squeezing her thighs together. Eyes squeezed tight as her wet tongue dipped out. "I hated it too - I only wanted you."

My eyes narrowed as she adjusted herself- turning around to look at me fully.

"I promise ya. He will die." The voices cheered, agreeing as I ran my knuckle over her cheek.

"Good." She murmured, Leaning in to kiss me. Only to be interrupted by the front door swinging open.

"Mistah j." Harley's voice boomed through the halls. And I growled, pulling melody to my side. "I should have killed her a long time ago." I muttered.

"Who's that?" Melody questioned, voice low as she furrowed her brows.

"My ex." I gritted.

"Let go of me." She spat, only to be interrupted with a crash. "Touch her again and I will snap your neck." Ivy's voice was silk with venom.

I rolled my eyes as I sat up, tugging melody with me.

"Ladies, ladies." I sang, entering the hallway. "No need to fight."

Harley's eyes froze as she looked at my hand around Melody's waist - almost as if processing what she had seen. But I don't care. I only tug Melody closer to me.

"I want My stuff." She demanded.

I flicked My fingers in the air. "Ya have no stuff."

"Of course I do - I left them here." Harley stepped forward. But so did melody, eyes roaming over Harley's figure. Sizing her up.

I grinned as I rolled my shoulders. "Burned em."

Harley's face fell, as she shook her head. "No." Her voice was so soft it didn't seem like her. "I don't believe you."

"J is many things but he isn't a liar." Melody spoke up, standing beside me again as her fingers laced themselves in between my own.

"Yes he is." Harley raised her voice as she walked back and forth. "My whole relationship was a lie. I was only here to be…to be used."

Melody shrugged her shoulders. "That's on you for not knowing your worth." Melody tilted her head, watching as Harley took a sharp breath.

As she disappeared up the stairs along side Melody. She was admit to seeing the room for herself - leaving me alone with Ivy.

I couldn't wait to see the look on harleys face when she realised she truly was gone from my life. That she didn't mean anything to me. Maybe then she'll learn to stop hoping for me to call her back, to give her a chance to lay in my bed with me.

"Watch how you talk to her." Ivy spat.

I grabbed Ivy by the neck slamming her into the wall. Sending a shattering sound throughout the hall.

"I will talk to her however I want." I gritted, as I shoved my arm further into her throat.

"No." Ivy hissed. "Clown you will not - she deserves better than you and always has." She choked as she dug her nails into my skin, fighting to get air.

"That's the thing. Plant. I run this city. You, her and everyone is fucking disposable." I grinned. "All but my woman."

"She's as deranged as you are." Ivy spat.

She is isn't she. Even though she may deny it I see the spark in her eye when she sees the splatter of blood. Maybe it's because of her first victim. Her only victim - until she decides she needs the thrilling high of the kill.

Of the hunt. And when that happens I'll be their, watching her make Gotham her little playground.

"J." Melody called, and I instantly dropped Ivy to the ground. Leaving her a coughing mess as she glared.

Harley's face is covered in tears as she decends down the stairs, and I could only scowl.

"Stop cryin harley it ain't attractive."

Melody threw me a glare, wrapping a comforting arm around harley as she whispered something in her ear.