Chapter 21 - I'm Too Old For This Shit...
Lacey's POV:
I’m pushing him again and he’s taking me on his lap. I’m mounted on him, and he’s chaining me again with his arms, smirking at me, with the bombs in his green eyes in full explosions into my now assassin cold eyes!
“You don’t stop, do you?! LET GO OF ME!”
YOU PSYCHOPATH! I’LL MURDER YOU!
I’m fighting against his arms to release the chain around me, avoiding his stare.
“Baby? Stop….”
I’m like a fucking kid battling the monster to get his hands off me!
HOW THE FUCK CAN’T I BREAK IT?! Look how I am on him! JESUS CHRIST!
“NO! YOU STOP! STOP DOING THIS TO ME!” I’m punching his arms…. He’s just laughing….
FUCKING MUSCLES! JUST BREAK ALREADY! FEEL SOME PAIN AND LET GO! YOU SON OF A BITCH!
I’m like a fucking crazy beast to unchain myself from the other beast’s trap! He releases a groan….
“Baby? Don’t move like this on me…. I swear to God I’m at my fucking limit….”
I DON’T CARE ABOUT YOUR LIMITS! JUST LET GO OF ME!
Of course I’m moving on him to free myself! But from my part there’s nothing sexual! And he’s just aggravated me as I’m feeling how he’s tensing up and all!
YOU MOTHERFUCKER!
I fist my hands on his shirt and become my worst persona, the one with killing thirst, freezing him with MY psychopath stare, clenching my jawline and speaking through my teeth on the most threatening voice.
He’s smirking with his sexual green stare fixed into my stare while we’re breathing against each other.
My heart is on same killing notes to match my attitude and words.
“If you don’t let go, I’ll fucking smash your face. I’ve held it in until now, but I can’t anymore. Let go and don’t provoke me. This is not happening. Never. Understood?! LET GO! NOW! AND THAT’S AN ORDER, KID!”
He’s holding my stare with his and I’m squeezing his shirt to control and not begin punching his face as promised.
Just behave and let go. Now.
Our breathings have same level, moving our chests in deep cuts.
“You don’t say, love…. Let me see. Come on.” He’s in a devilish smile and in his husky voice which irritates me to my core!
FINE! YOU’VE ASKED FOR IT!
I narrow my inflamed stare at him and purse my lips, proceeding with it, but he catches both my fists before reaching his face and puts my hands at my back, pulling me on him, stamping our lunatic breathing chests and he’s now kissing my fucking neck! Y
OU FUCKING MORON! YOU DRIVE ME CRAZY! STOP KISSING ME!
My heart is beating like invaded by the fucking Roman Empire because I can’t unglue myself off him!
“The…kid…wins, baby….”
I’m rioting to push him off me.
YOU WIN NOTHING, STUPID!
“OH! YOU’RE A DEAD MAN WALKING!”
He’s trailing his burning kisses from my neck down and I’m rolling images of killing him in my mind!
DON’T YOU FUCKING KISS ME LIKE THAT! FUCKING STOP!
He chuckles….
“I am, my love…. And we’ll do something about it once we get home.”
WHAT?!
I’m moving to shake him off me, but he burst into a crazy laughter not ceasing with his kisses which are on my chest part!
OH! I’LL KILL YOU!
“We’re not doing anything! STOP! Clock is ticking for the mission! I won’t let those people get killed! STOP WITH THE NONSENSE ALREADY! I’M NOT WILLING TO DO ANYTHING WITH YOU!”
He returns those twinkling and inflamed in lust dark green eyes into mine, penetrating my soul and heart, now brushing his lips on my left cheek without taking his stare off mine and I’m having a labored breathing as he gets me so fucking tired only from this.
I so fucking hate you, kid….
“If I solve it….” He’s kissing my cheek softly sending shivers down my spine, but I’m controlling myself. “Are you willing, baby?” He’s kissing my chin in same manner.
You fucking son of a bitch….
“NO! YOU CAN SOLVE SHIT! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! THE FUCKING GOD OF THE FUCKING UNIVERSE?! You’ve got no power in such stuff! Keep your CEO persona in the movies’ world and let the specialists deal with the fucking real world!”
Though you’re a tough motherfucker and I’m like nothing in your arms…. Me…. The deadliest weapon out there…. This isn’t fucking real…. Fuck….
He’s bobbing his head, smirking, and flashes me a sexy wink, kissing the corner of mouth.
GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!
I turn my head aside and ‘HMPH!’ at him, all angry.
“Maybe I am, baby. Who knows? Give the kid the name of the Mafia, love.”
He's delirious…. So much money makes someone out his mind and filled with the illusion of power…. Psychopath….
“I can’t give you confidential info, kid. You’re a civilian and have no fucking involvement in the case. Let go of me. I’m already having a headache because of you and since I met you. Just stop and let me go.”
It’s true, my head is receiving pulsating pain and I’m getting dizzy. I have such stuff sometimes. I’m with my head aside, to avoid his stare. No, I’m calm and not going against him anymore. My head is a radiating pain and if I continue my madness on him with screaming and fighting, I might throw up and my brain take an explosion.
“What’s the matter, baby? You’re getting pale….”
Go figure….
“I told you to let me go.” He’s caressing my face and kissing my forehead.
I’m sighing and concentrating to stabilize my inner state as my left side of the neck is clenching in pain going to my heart. Yeah, well, being someone like me since twenty doesn’t come without costs.
Though I’m clinically a healthy one, I do have side effects, and many of them are permanent. And all this happening with this kid, because it’s on a personal level of emotion, brings back some of those side effects I’m having in general.
I’m closing my eyes to focus and exercise breathing as my heart is hit by the pain, and I’m sustaining myself with my hands on his chest.
He becomes serious seeing me like this and concerned from his voice, caressing my back, and the car seems to reach the destination as it’s breaking.
Shit…. It’s one of the bad ones again….
“Tell me what’s happening, baby. Come on. Don’t be like this with me. I do love you and I’m not trying to upset you. Just give me the name of the Mafia and I’ll take care of it. I swear I’ll do it. In five minutes, it’s done. Trust me.”
Fuck…. I’m getting heated up…. My head is a whirlwind of pain…. So is my heart….
I’m breathing with difficulty and it’s like I’m having a stroke. I won’t have a stroke, but it’s same feeling. I slowly place my forehead on his shoulder, squeezing his shirt, squeezing my eyes, contracting my jawline at refusal, trying to breathe, and waiting to have this pass…. He freaks out….
Don’t speak…. Just…. Let me stay like this for a while….
“Baby?! What….”
“Shhh…. Shut…up. Let…me…stay…like this. Don’t…move…me…. Shit….”
He’s caressing my back, my hair, and kissing my head. His heart is almost breaking his chest.
I’m too old for this shit…. Just give up and…stop annoying me, kid. I’m not a normal one in any fucking way…. Fuck…. My heart is like cut in a million pieces…. Oh, I so missed this….
I’m breathing like a dying animal. I’m not going to die, but the fuck is pleasant….
“Baby? Please…. Tell me what you need…. Come on…. Just tell me…. Jesus…. I’m sorry….”
It’s not you, it’s old stuff. You just awakened it….
“Nothing…. It needs to pass….”
The pain is covering my left eye as well and goes on my entire left part of the body. I somehow find recovery in him and wrap my arms around his waist and move my face on his neck, breathing with such difficulty as I’m undergoing the pain which a normal person would scream because of it.
It’s like a million punches are hitting my left side of the body at the same time till bleeding. That’s the feeling, for you to understand what I’m experiencing. My head is trembling….
“What do you mean? Baby? I’m calling a fucking doctor! You’re cold and having this!”
Yeah, cold outside, burning inside….
He’s taking my hands and placing them around his neck, tightening me on him, and opens the door, getting down the car with me like this on him.
I can’t even speak anymore. What I’m having inside is consuming me.
“Kurt! Call the fucking doctors! Now! Open the fucking door!”