All The Odds

Forty-one

*This chapter contains strong language, drug mention and violence. Please read at your own discretion*

He brush passed her into the room before she could open the door wide enough. She was scared of him, her body crawled whenever he was in close proximity. It was something about his soulless eyes and dark, very dark aura. But for her, he was a necessary evil and he was otherwise known as Tracker.

She closed the door and turned around to see his large frame standing in the middle of her living room, taking over half of her space. His back was to her but she could tell he was taking in the odious state of the room.

She couldn't remember the last time she put anything in it rightful place, she had no strength nor desire to do so. Her dustbin was full to the brim and housed maybe two generations of rats, empty bear bottles and cans littered angles and corners of the room. Flies were no doubt incubating on the dirty dishes and opened takeout boxes lying on every surface.

"This place smell like a dumpster." He stated the obvious in that low voice of his that terrified her. Still, she saddled up to him, noticing the large Manila envelope in his left hand.

She ran her hands through his broad back and he stiffen under her touch but didn't move away.

"Shhh, don't wake the babies." She whispered, dropping a kiss on his clothed back.

"What babies?"

"Daniel and Isabella." She whispered again.

"What..."

"Do you have it?" She asked before he could question her any further.

"How are you going to pay me, Margaret? I took your plasma and those crappy jewelries you had the last time. Your living room is now fúcking trash, there is nothing else I want in here."

She maneuvered her body softly around him like a cat until she stood before him, but prefer not looking into his eyes. "What about me?" She asked, pulling her washed out yellow dress over her head to expose her petite naked body.

She felt his cold eyes dropped to her chest, he gave her a once over and scoffed. "I've got sluts hanging off of my shoulders at the turf, you think I'll be enticed by your drooling boobs?"

"I'll do anything you want. Please, I need it." Margaret pleaded desperately, watching him through heavy lidded eyes.

She wasn't a rookie to this sort of bargain with his kind, she had done it many times before. Albeit true, her breasts were still perky and stomach wasn't sagging from childbirth. The confidence of youth made it a lot easier then.

Tracker backhanded her, hard across the cheek and she yelped at the sudden assault. Her teeth accidentally sunk into her tongue and the metallic taste of blood filled her mouth.

She welcomed it. She loved it. She wanted more. She deserved to feel great pain and he gave her pain.

Without giving the sting across her cheek time to settle, he tossed the envelope in his hand on the couch and yanked her to him by the neck, his fingers firmly wrapped around her slender neck.

He lifted her clear off of her feet and slammed her frail body into the wall, knocking the air out of her, she temporarily saw nothing but darkness.

His choking hold around her neck was then suddenly withdrawn but his body remained pressed up against hers, pinning her against the wall. She heard the distinctive sound of belt unbuckling with the chiming of it metal head and then his trouser brushed her naked legs as it dropped to his ankles.

"This is the last time I come here, Margaret. You can't pay me." He painfully gripped her jaw as he gritted the words out in her face, still she kept her eyes lowered.