“Are you proposing?” She asks quietly as her body begins to tremble.
This girl can take down men twice her size, kill anybody for the right price and basically stare into the devil’s face without breaking a sweat, but this makes her quake in fear.
“Nah Baby, I ain’t proposing shit.” I put my cup down on the counter and stand in front of her. “I’m telling you, we’re getting married. I put that on your finger because you will be my wife. Fuck proposing it.”
A sob breaks free from her mouth and she jumps up into my arms, her legs winding around my waist.
“That’s how it’s done!” Emmett claps and whoops. “Vin just laid claim, no matter what her answer was.”
“What if I say no?” Ember says quietly into my ear while everyone is screaming and clapping.
“You never had a choice. Don’t fool yourself.” I chuckle and lick her throat all the way up to her mouth and then I devour her. I plan on doing this for the rest of my life.
3
The Eastside Rampage operates out of a mostly underground compound in Hunts Point, New York. The area is an abandoned industrial part of the city and Raphael bought out most of the area years ago. My grandfather-originally part of the Cartel in Mexico-came to New York to establish a legacy for his sons. Raphael ultimately killed his two brothers and father to take over the Rampage and make it into the bustling illegal empire it is today.
Carm sees no need in reforming it, despite the fact that the Rampage distributes drugs, whores, and assassinations, he likes the income and doesn’t deem it worthwhile to change. I strongly disagree but unfortunately, if I did want that change I would need to pull a Raphael and kill my brother.
“I’ve upped the training on combat for the guards and doubled them in the ring for this weekend. It’s going to get messy.” Trent tells Emmett as the rest of us follow behind.
“Nice,” Emmett nods. “How are you getting him in there?”
“He thinks he’ll be watching another Blur fight to the death.” He chuckles and shakes his head.
The first time I met Trent, I thought he was a grade A asshole. He basically gave me a once over and found me wanting. When I needed to spar before my fight, he tried to convince Carm to let him do it and Carm vehemently disagreed. I don’t like letting people get away with assuming I’m weak because I own a pair of tits and a pussy. I love proving them wrong with at least a broken nose. I still want to break his fucking nose even though he’s apologized multiple times. It’s just who I am, I’d rather punish than forgive. Emmett loves him though, and for that reason alone I have to bury the hatchet and to everyone’s preference, not in his back.
“I want to go in as the Black Slaughter.” I say.
“What?” Emmett turns quickly almost causing me to collide with his chest.
I pop my fist out and jab him in the stomach, “watch it.”
He coughs and looks up at me with a grin, “you want to go into the ring with your makeup on?”
“Yes.” I nod. I’m not asking, if this is how I want it done then that’s how it will be.
He sees the look on my face and knows it brokers no room for negotiation. He nods and turns back around to resume his talk with Trent.
“The Black Slaughter.” I hear Adri hum behind me. “I like it.”
“Wait until you see her in her makeup. You’re gonna like it even more.” Vin chuckles.
My Black Slaughter face is only for people I kill on jobs or for myself and my family. Wade is one of those jobs. He tried to have me killed and it’s time I repay the favour. The Heads are already here and our meeting begins in about an hour. I need to get to my room and apply my makeup because I am going in there for the sole purpose of setting someone up to die by my hands.
“How did you get the guard to confess?” I ask Trent. According to Carm, one of his guards was paid to slip my opponent the knife by Wade.
“I didn’t.” Trent looks back at me. “Carm got all the pleasure. From what I heard, he didn’t take it too easy on the guy.”
“Carm got his hands dirty?” Emmett asks, sounding surprised.
“Yeah, he refused to let anyone else in that room with him.”
“I’m so lucky to have such a brother, huh?” I slap Trent on the arm and walk by.
“Yeah, you are.” He says behind me, his voice holding a hint of humour.
I get to the room I was once held prisoner in and Vin follows closely behind me. I know you’re probably thinking it’s weird that I want to be in this room whenever I come here and fuck, I am weird. I stay in this room because my mother was held here and I refuse to ever feel victimized by an object or in this case, a fucking room.
“Are you pissed you didn’t get to question that guard?” Vin asks me.
“Not really,” I shrug. “It would’ve been nice but I know Carm can do the job.”
“I see.” He answers and flops down on the bed.
I sit on the counter in the small bathroom and begin to apply my Black Slaughter makeup. I’m going into that meeting to call Wade out for trying to kill me. I need to be as intimidating as I can be.
The white makeup coats my skin like paint, blocking out all colour in its path. When Adri found out I was using Halloween makeup, she nearly threw a fit. The next day she had ordered a bunch of special effects makeup and top makeup brand products.
