He Bought Me

25.

This is the first time I've seen Boris behind the wheel, or even in the front of the car. He's driving so fast, he made an hour drive into a twenty-minute drive. He was quiet the whole freaking time. He's scaring me.

Boris finds parking right in front of the building then jumps out. I have to run after him. "Boris, can we stop for a second?" I beg but he ignores me. Lucky for him, an old woman was leaving the building and left the door open for us, he didn't have to buzz in.

"Are you mad at me?" I whisper when the elevator doors close. He doesn't answer. "Boris, please, you would want me to talk to you"

"No...I'm not"

The doors open and he jumps out. I call his name again. "Tommy!" Boris shouts, banging on the door, "You stupid motherfucker! Open the fucking door!"

Please don't be here. I want them to talk, just after Boris calms down.

The door opens to Tommy in his boxers. "What the-" Tommy starts but Boris slams his fist in his nose. I gasp at the blood gushing out of Tommy's nose. Boris punches him again and this time, Tommy falls down. In a blink of an eye, Boris is on top of Tommy, killing him.

"Boris, stop!" I try to pull him off but he shoves me back.

"What the fuck?!" I look up to see Lala in her underwear. She looks as shocked as me. "Boris! Get off!" she yells. She knows Boris?

She lunges for Boris, I jump up and stand in her path. "You get him off then" she snarls. I scowl at her then turn to Boris. He's still on Tommy, punching the living shit of him. I think Tommy is unconscious.

I jump on Boris, wrapping my arms around him, he tries to shove me back but I hold on tight. "GET THE FUCK OFF!" He roars.

"It's me" I whisper in his ear. He stops. His breathing heavy yet fast. Tommy's face is soaked in blood, he won't be able to open his eye for a while.

"Get off" he pants. I unfold my arms and step back. Boris stands up and kicks Tommy in his ribs. Lala and I gasp. Tommy groans in pain. So, he's not dead.

Boris crouches down, "Fucking touch my girl and I'll skin you alive then burn you. I don't give a fuck who you are to me. If you even look at her wrong, I'll cut your eyes out"

Tommy laughs, blood staining his white teeth. "It was easy" he groans, "Convincing her to dress up real sexy, drinking...touching me"

Boris punching him again, hard and I swear I heard something break. Was this what Tommy and Grace were warning me about? Boris can kill someone with his bare hand? Boris can kill me? He was so close once and yet here I am, dangerously in love with him, my beast of a killer.

Tommy spits out blood before continuing, "Blame me all you want but it was your fault"

"You really have a death wish" Boris snarls.

"Say what you want but you left her with me"

"Boris, let's go" I whisper.

"She your girl now?" Tommy asks as if I had never spoken.

"Yeah, she is" Boris answers. Even in this terrifying moment, my heart leaps with joy, he called me his girl. "So, if you ever talk about her, think about her, or even dream about her, I'll fucking kill you"

Tommy nods which seem to satisfy Boris, he stands up and turns to with his hand out. I step closer and take it.

I can't read his face or eyes. He's driving the speed limit. One hand on the wheel, the other on the door, holding his head. Thirty minutes of driving and he still hasn't spoken to me or even looked at me.