Love Over Blood

Chapter One: In Which He's Re-United With His Songbird

Freedom at last.

It's been 192 days since that horrible night which changed my life. But more importantly it's been 171 days since I've seen the outside of the state penitentiary, and away from her, my sweet songbird.

Stone grey exterior with barbed electrical wiring up the top bid me goodbye, and I couldn't be more relieved to be out of the place. I wish I could say the sun was shining an indication of my release, but the rain poured from the heavens, pissed off that the devil has been let lose.

Benjamin, my older brother was waiting for me outside the gates. Well he was waiting inside his black 2017 Mercedes Benz, shielding his no doubt brand new Giorgio Armani suit. But that's typical of him.

I flipped down my cap to, and ran. The singular brown box was starting to sag from the moisture, and I shielded my minimal but important positions, dropping it in the boot and climbed in.

"Hey there brother, how does it feel to smell the fresh air." Benjamin cranked up the heater.

Flicking my cap off I shook my hair, droplets splattering everywhere, running my fingers through my dark blonde hair, and out of my eyes. It had gotten long, but there was no way I'd let inmates touch my hair, it's my best feature. Well after my cock of course. I wonder what my songbird Ari would think, about both.

"Well considering I've been out all of three minutes, and this hell hole is situated right next door to an abattoir, and I'm been ingesting the aroma of dead animals, I'd say pretty crap. Can we leave now?"

Benjamin reached in the back and retrieved a fluffy black towel. "Feet up, just had the car detailed." He shook it out and spread it on the footwell.

I couldn't wait to get back into my old routine and apartment, and my chevie, damn that car purrs like a kitten and runs smoothly. Most people would hate waking up at 4am and getting straight in hard labour, but it's the best time of day. Everybody is asleep, and I'm free to work at my own pace.

Today's the day. I was going to tell Ari I want her to be mine. I couldn't say those exact words because she hated to be owned, but I don't care, she's always been mine. I should have told her years ago, but it was never the right time, or I was a person she would be worthy of having.

I could see it in her eyes when the sentence was handed down, the tears she tried not not to shed escaped anyway. It was for this reason I refused for her to come visit, and besides green wasn't my colour.

In all seriousness I didn't want her to be there because it would kill me after an hour she would leave, and all I would think about all the wicked things I'd want to do to her. I kept a photo of her under my pillow, a reminder of our Thursday night routine, a routine we would be picking up tonight. Locked in a six by nine feet cell, a bed and a stainless steel toilet by my head, locked up for the majority of the day, and think of her was my own personal hell.

The only other person I allowed was Benjamin, and that's because he was working more on appeal. The other part of my family was long gone.

"Drop me off at Ari's." I tell Benjamin once we'd hit the freeway.

There was an accident with a three car pile up, some truck most likely not watching where there were going, now inside of four lanes it had been restricted to two. Dumb mother fucker why today out of all days. Drumming my fingers on my knees, I fidgeted in my seat in the like a two year old on the verge of saying, "Are we there yet?"

"She's at my house."  He turned into the gated community of the estates and pressed the remote, sliding open up the black, steel gates. It was in an affluent part of town, where towering homes, and grand scales ones were spread out of spacious blocks of land.  For most people it would be appealing, keeping the lower class out whilst living in their own piece of paradise. I'd rather stick to my own apartment with those so called lower class.