"Okay, so pros." I said, rolling onto my stomach. I was laid on my bed whilst Jerome paced across the room in front of me.
"Well, people care about the elderly, right? Something to do with respect." Jerome stated and I nodded. "People will miss their elders, of course the families will."
"But they'll miss the teenage girls too, all we'll hear is 'they were so young'." I commented, mimicking the public.
"True."
"It'll be fun to see the terror in the girl's eyes. Don't ya think?" I asked.
"Youth wins the vote then." Jerome smiled mischievously, I hopped out the bed and ran over to him. My arms found themselves round his neck and his arms found theirselves around my waist.
"This is gonna be fun J." I grinned, cocking my head to the side playfully. He smirked and picked my thighs up. Instinctively I wrapped them round his waist.
"It always is doll face." He said as I pressed kisses to his neck. His voice rumbled inside his throat which made me eager to kiss him more.
"Tell me about it J." I hummed, a light chuckle escaped his mouth.
"Well, we're gonna see the sheer terror in their eyes. Ya know?" He whispered. I stopped kissing him to lean back my head and let out a series of giggles.
"Tell me more." I snarled, locking eyes with him. He only smirked before continuing.
"Maybe make one of the girls bleed. See the tears trickle down her pretty little face." He said the words slowly, letting them fall out his mouth one by one.
"Or maybe we'll give them a helluva time-" he was interrupted by a growl which escaped my throat.
"You won't, I'd better not see a single smile from those girls."
Jerome snickered before replying, "Georgy, your jealousy is showing."
I tugged the bottom of his hair, pulling him closer to me.
"Ya hear me, buddy? You ain't gonna lay a finger on those girls." I snarled. "They'll suffer, they'll suffer alright."
"And we can watch them burn. Use the gas truck." He hushed. I relaxed at his words.
"Go on," I whispered, biting my bottom lip. That'd drive him crazy.
Get it? Cause he's already crazy.
You ruined the joke by saying that.
Whatever. I found it funny.
"We'll set 'em on fire, babygirl. Hear the screams of agonising pain-" Jerome stopped as his eyes widened. I frowned and saw he was looking beyond me. Slowly I turned my head to see Galavan stood at the door, smirking smugly.
"Have I interrupted something?" Galavan asked, his voice low and taunting. I rolled my eyes and hopped out of Jerome's grasp.
"Well, if you wanted to join in you could've just said." It was my turn to taunt now. Deliberately I walked slowly to Galavan, letting my hips sway behind me. Jerome would be furious, no doubt about it.
I finally reached Galavan. Our eyes locked as I circled him a couple of times. Then I stopped in front of him, grabbing his tie and pulling his head closer to mine.
"Did you want to join us?" I purred. And for once, I think, Galavan was speechless.
"We were having - to quote my mista - a helluva time." My words were slick and seductive. I tried not to laugh at the thought of Jerome's reaction to all of this.
"I-I'm sorry to intrude Miss Fi-" Galavan began but with a sharp tug of his tie he shut up.
"You're really not sorry though, are you? You love the idea of trying to make my puddin' jealous. Don't ya?" I asked him, rhetorically. "Well, this may come as a surprise but, I'm very loyal to J so don't you dare try anything. Get it?"
Galavan's eyes had widened and his breath was stuck in his throat.
"I said, get it?" I snarled.
"Y-yes." He uttered, his response was slow. Clearly I'd shaken him up.
"Good." I simply said and let go of his tie. I sauntered back to Jerome, who looped an arm round my waist protectively.
"Whadda ya want anyway, Galavan?" Jerome lazily asked, his words were slow and casual. Inside, he was hiding a volcano of anger. Well. We know who was getting spanked later.
That's a little too graphic, don't ya think? I'm innocent.
Then cover your ears and eyes, buddy boy.
"I came here to tell you two that as a team I require you all to spend time together. Get to know each other a little." He began like he was about to deliver a speech. (I wouldn't be surprised, he had a tendency to do that a lot.)
"So, to spend time together you'll be meeting with the others in the training room. If you don't know where that is, it's two doors away from the living room and round the corner." Galavan said before turning away and walking out. He left the door wide open. Rude.
"How rude can someone be? If you go into a room with the door closed, then you leave with the door closed. It's simple fucking manners." I grumbled, stepping out of Jerome's arm and closing the door.
"And it's simple manners not to taunt me in front of our boss. Especially when you're taunting me with our boss." Jerome's voice was dark and powerful. My dark blue eyes met his devilish stare.
"Sorry J, it was mostly just to-" I began but Jerome held a hand out to stop me. I gulped.
"No, no, no. I'm not listening to that bull. You knew how I'd react. Didn't ya?" He stepped towards me and I took a step back.
"W-well-" my words failed to help. I was a shaking mess.
"Well nothing!" He snapped, coming closer to me. Then, I realised I'd been caught. My back was pressed up against the wardrobe.
"You enjoyed yourself, you enjoyed being in power." Jerome stated, putting a hand either side of my head. I looked up at him and saw cold eyes staring back.
"Too bad you can only get that when he's around." He muttered, getting closer to me. "But, when he's around, I'm around."
His hot breath tickled my ear, he was so close to me now.
"Let's go see the rest of them, then." He murmured before stepping back and walking to the door. My heart pounded against my chest. Honestly, it was thrilling. A wide smile crept onto my face.
"Coming, doll face?" He asked with a similar grin. I nodded and skipped after him.
A.N
I realise I used this song before but... I'm in love with it so here it is again!
Melanie Martinez' music goes so well with this story as it's slightly twisted like this story.
How are y'all anyway? Did ya like this chapter?
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