Gangsta Mate (A werewolf/gangster romance)

Lennox

LENNOX

A werewolf. Of course, someone so handsome like Michael couldn’t be human. How stupid I was. The look he gave me with his icy blue eyes hinted that he was not over with me. I tried to make it not matter to me. Nothing in front of Jude seemed dangerous.

At that moment, Jude pressed me deeper into side than I already was. I knew he suspected I might run, which I did want to badly. What did he want? Jude was the leader of Iron Slash, and with his fake charms he could have a new girl every other night. Why can’t this truth stuff itself into his sick, twisted mind? What had I ever done to get his attention? Why couldn’t I be one of his disposables?

“I am in a mood for party, Mr. Slade. I wish to continue this later with our packs present. Let them know they have new partners now.” Jude stroked my hair as he smiled at Michael. It seemed one of Jude’s good days. It certainly was or he might have shot someone already. Jude had told me how he wanted to create an empire bigger than the Slade Empire ever was. It seems his wish was coming true, with the aid of a Slade himself.

“Very well. I will take my leave.” Michael stood, his face blank, his voice not giving away any kind of emotion. He walked around the glass table to stand right in front of Jude and I. Jude stood up, too, pulling me along with him. I tried not to look at any of these men’s faces. Instead, I focused on the holster that peeked from beneath Michael’s leather jacket. He was a killer, a werewolf and a Slade. Nothing else could make him more dangerous. Why hadn’t I noticed the gun before?  Of course, I felt like hitting myself. I was so busy getting inside his pants that I didn’t even notice the pants. Idiot.

Michael raised his hand, it was almost like he was about to touch me. Or hit me. I looked away and focused my gaze on the red curtains of the entrance. There were some voices outside and I think I almost heard my name. But it was difficult to tell anything from the music pumping outside. Nick stood up and walked to the curtains and raised an end to look on the other side. For once, he didn’t have a perverted smile as he slipped through the corner of the curtain. Were Jude’s men talking about me? But then, did it matter?

From the corner of my gaze I saw Jude and Michael shake hands as they seemed to talk about something I couldn’t bring myself to hear. One man, I believed, I had loved once and other man was no longer extinguishing, but fueling my fire. How could I have ever wanted any of them? Maybe there was something really wrong with me. Talk about bad taste in boys.

Footsteps resounded as I saw Michael walk to the curtains that someone had pulled back for him. Right, power is in numbers. Michael would never come alone. My vision somewhat tunneled as I focused on Michael’s vanishing figure between the crowd under the flashing lights and the graceful fall of the red curtain as it took away the remaining shadows of him like an ending of a well-orchestrated play. Don’t go. I almost said it. Almost.

Suddenly, I was spun around from the hands on my shoulders by Jude to face him. A dark, excited smile was spread across his face. “Can you believe it? Another step towards my dream. And see, you were here, as well. Like always, you are there whenever something good happens.” Jude shook me like a rag doll before crushing me in his arms. “My live, lovable lucky charm. Like give me any more reasons to keep you forever.”

I couldn’t say a word as his arms cut my air supply. Good way to die, by a hug.

Jude pulled me back and kept me at an arm’s distance to study me. His eyes lit up in deep green fire. I resisted the urge to shiver. In that moment, I realized we were alone here. Nick had left first and then Michael and his man had. A heavy feeling started setting in the pit of my stomach.

“You look beautiful.” He said. His voice was husky. His eye-lids became heavy as he assessed my low-cut black tank top and tight-fitting jeggings with black boots. Suddenly I felt so naked under his gaze. Guess he probably could imagine me naked, or maybe just remember.

“You know I have been missing you. I like playing hide’n’seek but I don’t like it when you cheat. You hurt me.” His voice held undercurrents of pain. I almost believed him. Fake. All of it, fake.

I took in a shaky breath, knowing what was coming. “It pains me when you hurt me. We love each other and we share everything. Now, you shall share my pain. That will be your punishment for hurting me.” Jude said it like he was scolding a child for stealing a candy and now the boy would have to sit in a corner, facing the wall. But I was no child and Jude was no man. I let a shudder overtook me. I didn’t try to fight back or ask for forgiveness. In Jude’s mind, only he was right and justifiable.

Jude pulled me back in his tight hug. But this time where his fingers dug into my bare shoulders, claws extended. The sharp nails penetrated my skin, coating his claws in blood. A strangled cry escaped my mouth. I wanted to scream loud, to be heard over music and moans, to be heard by someone who would save me, at least try to. But I couldn’t suck in enough breath as Jude kept me crushed against his chest. I was completely vulnerable and weak against his werewolf strength and psychotic determination.

Why did I wish for Michael to come back? Why did I wish for him to pull Jude away, far away from me? Why did I wish his arms around me, speaking words of warmth and comfort? Maybe, maybe because wishes don’t hurt. Wishes are empty promises that will make you live on, make you hope that maybe someday sun would rise for us and then everything would be alright. Life will be better from now on. Though, it won’t. But then, wishing doesn’t hurt.

My head felt light and dizzy as unintelligible moans and grunts left my mouth. I closed my eyes and listened to my blood dripping down my body to the ground, painting the floor a deeper red. Maybe, it will match the curtains. Like a river, my blood flowed and like a blanket, it surrounded me. Only the river’s exhilaration and the blanket’s warmth weren’t there. Everything is so dark, so peaceful. Voices of others and mine slowly silenced as I felt suddenly weightless. Floating in darkness, it was cold. So cold.