Night Of The Hunter

Saved The Night.

19.

Skye was the first to lead as she pulled open the door that led to the semi-lit staircase. With her gun pointing outward, I followed behind her, catching the sound of two different voices. Skye paused in place, looking up at me for a second before continuing down. I jumped down the last step as she fired two bullets. Two quick and easy kills as the bodies went down, leaving Alexander standing frozen like a deer in headlights.

We both tilted our heads to the side, laughing at his expression as Skye put her gun away, walking towards him. I stepped froward, Alexander's eyes widening as I closed the distance between us, him backing up into the wall of the garage until his back hit it hard.

"How did you get in here?" He asked, putting his hands up as he surrendered to us.

"Windows." I answered, smiling at him.

"Why do I pay for protection?" He muttered to himself.

"Well, if it helps.. you won't have to anymore." I grabbed his shoulder and roughly pushed him off the wall as Skylar kicked out a metal chair that sat in the corner. He stumbled as I pushed him onto it, for a second I thought it might have broke from his impact.

"What do you want?" He asked, looking up at me, ignoring Skye as she walked around us.

"Hmm.." I paused, tapping my finger on my chin. "World peace, Popeyes, a vacation would be nice. But most of all?"

Skye grabbed his arms and pulled them behind him, tying them together with rope from the workshop table behind the chair.

"To make you eat your own heart."

Skye chuckled, finishing up the knot she created and bent over to his ear. "I've seen her do it numerous times." She said, walking around to stand by me and gave him a wink.

"Nothing like ripping out someone's warm, still bleeding heart and shove it in their mouth while they're still alive for that remaining few seconds."

"You're sick." He hissed, spitting a loogie at me.

Skye left my side as her eyes found a tool box underneath the work bench. My lip curled up in disgust as I felt his spitball drip off my chin and down my chest. I grabbed the bottom of my shirt and lifted up, exposing my bra for a hot minute while I wiped my chest. Alexander's eyes didn't fault away from mine as he stared at me in disgust and anger. Surprising.. as I just flashed him my tits. 

I dropped my shirt and swung my fist into his nose hard, hearing the bone break. He cried in pain, his arms shifted to try and hold his face but he was tied down firmly. I smiled softly, watching the blood flow start to drip from his nostrils.

"You're right.. I am fucking twisted." I patted his legs. "Even more so when you fuck with my family." I tilted my head slightly as I bent down, getting into his face. "Remember what I told you when we first met?"

"No." He growled.

"I told you I was going to end up killing you sooner or later. And I told you never to mess with my family."

His lip curled in anger once more, pushing his face away from mine but I caught his jaw in my hand, forcing him to look at me.

"And you did. So now, I'm going to keep my word." I tapped the side of his face gently, watching as he flinched. I stood up straight as Skye flashed different tools at me.

"Short and quick? -" She asked, holding up a gun in one hand. "- Or painful and drawn out?" She held up a machete in the other.

I narrowed my eyes at her, glancing over the instruments in her hands before I flickered them over to the toolbox. "Hand me that screwdriver."