Nola was very quiet now. Yep, Nolita needed none of the words, screams, pleading paragraphs that she had tried on all the other monsters.
All she needed was silence. His silence.
She flipped so fast he didn’t see the flash of her eyes or even feel her relieving him of his blade.
Josephine stood ready and actually, quite willing. Her heart bounced in her ribs. This was not her monster. She had to keep saying that over and over in her head.
Cortez fell on his knee and beautiful Nolita brought him to the other. A precious kneel, finally.
She looked down and made a familiar head tilt. Just like mama, Josephine mused.
Must be a woman
He saw the razor now in her hands. He felt fear and pride replacing power and lust. That weird urge of a yearning thing he got. He wasn’t hard anymore, either.
He used begging talk that Nolita once used. He lied that he was just going to scare her, that this was his particular get off.
He looked very small. He looked scared. He looked very cheap. Like tarnished, loose change. A discarded heap.
How many before me, boy? Nola didn’t need an actual number, just a shaky, telling response would do.
His answer made her ice clear. He needed this.
He meant her end. She was not a stupid whore. A whore, yeah, but not a stupid one.
Pray to me, boy, pray to me...
Comments