The Bastard's Box

Fuck me!

If I had the choice to, I'd take out my gun from the pigeon hole and blast a bullet through my brain. There was only so much shit I could take from that bastard, and this was definitely the last straw.

"You're back." Ferrari's sadistic voice sounded from behind, startling me. It was the dead of night, and I had just gotten back from the little errand he had me run.

I rigidly turned around. "Don't sneak up on people…"

Ferrari cocked a grin, "You brought what I asked." His eyes were trained on the black rectangular box I hugged tightly to my chest. I would've rather jumped off the rooftop than let anyone see the label on this box.

"Lower your voice! Jas could hear you!" I snapped at him, letting my eyes sweep over the area. It was pretty late, and I half expected her to be waiting up for me.

"You should take your own advice, you're going to need it, Coco." He sounded cryptic with his so called advice, which only pissed me off more.

I huffed and shoved the box onto his laps, "Whatever you say bastard. From now on, don't bother me, I'll stay clear from you, if you do the same." I was willing to call truce for now, at least until I got the whole matter at fifth and with the Russians settled.

That was my main priority, if something did end up going down, I wanted to be the first one to know, that way, I could protect Jas from getting harmed.

I took off my jacket and walked past him towards the stairs. Tomorrow I had an early gym session, right before I had to turn up at work. Then there was trying to get back with Camille, I blew tonight, so that meant I'd have to go with a grand gesture…

"Where were you?" Ferrari asked, penetrating my thoughts.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" I did a little spin, so I was seeing the back of his head. And for the first time I noticed a scar that sat underneath his locks.

It didn't really bother me, but for a twenty year old, what sort of bullshit could he have gotten caught up with?

"It's late Coco, and I don't want you coming back home anything after nine o'clock."

It was hard not to scoff, "You're a loose screw Ferrari, I can't tell if you're just being an asshole or if you're actually serious." I did a little laugh and ran my fingers through my hair.

He was an odd kid. If I didn't know any better I'd take a word of what he was saying seriously.

He didn't turn to me the entire conversation, he just ended it with a calm warning. "Don't let this happen, again, I'll forgive you this once because you were obedient, the next time, it won't be so easy getting off. And I mean that."

The entire night I tossed and turned in bed, wondering what he meant. He was just a spoiled college brat…

A college brat you showed your ass to.

"Tch." I hissed and got out of bed at maybe two am. There was this uncomfortable feeling that overwhelmed me, so much that I had to rush into the bathroom to wash my face.

I ended up staying in the shower for almost half an hour, just letting the water hit my shoulders, hoping it would cool down the heat that burned me up inside.

"What's happening to me?…Ha…Ngh…" I gritted my teeth, and let out a tight breath, my entire body was on fire, and I was starting to get light headed.

"My body is on fire." Although some parts more than others.

I looked in-between my legs at the most heated part of my body, "What…the hell?" I panted, looking at my dick, which was as hard as a rock.

Why was I getting hard? I couldn't wrap my head around it, there was nothing that could be getting me turned on right now. I jerked off once, and tried going back to sleep. But, the heat only intensified.

I spent twenty minutes in the bathroom cumming my brains out, but it didn't calm me down.

"This isn't enough. I need more." I wanted something more to satisfy me, something more than just my hands.

My mind flashed to the box I handed over to Ferrari on my way in. There had to be something in there that'd pack a larger punch.

"The box…" I had to be out of my mind that night, as I crawled out of bed, with a hand wrapped around my stomach, and a dangerous thought in my mind.

*Last night*

My heart leaped out of my chest when I read the bold neon sign, 'TWINKS&KINKS' written over the building I've only ever driven by on my way to do some business.

Of all the places, why the hell did he place an order from here. It made literally no sense, but then with Ferrari there wasn't much of the ordinary to expect.

"How many I help you sir?" A man dressed in a surprisingly normal blue shirt asked the second I walked in through the door.

The inside was a sharp contrast from what I imagined it would be. Everyone inside seemed to know exactly what they wanted and focused on their preferred isle.

I realized that I had been staring too much and immediately turned my attention to the man behind the counter.

"I'm here to pick up a package."

He was a preppy kid with ginger hair and freckles over his cheeks, he had an innocent look to him, and couldn't be over nineteen at best. He flashed me a nervous smile and tucked some of his hair, messily, behind his ear, "Sir, Can I see the pickup code?" He asked, pulling me out of my thoughts.

Shit, I'd been staring too much.

"Here." I flashed my screen, he nodded, "Of course, I'll be back in a moment." He said then went to the back of the store.

On the counter, there was a box of mints and candies shaped like a heart, sitting in a bright red box. They looked cheap, but I wanted something to keep my mouth busy for a while.

I took two and popped one in my mouth, then kept the other in my inner jacket pocket.

"Sour…" they were surprisingly not as sweet as I'd hoped.

Their management team should work on that. Maybe if I had the time I'd drop word about this in the suggestion box.

"Here is your delivery sir." The kid whose nametag spelled out 'Sam' said.

"Our store has a two day return policy with a refund and exchange system…" While he gave me the rundown, I found the sour candy changed flavour towards the middle and became surprisingly sweet.