Page 130 of The Silencer

“I’ll make sure you think of him every time I remove a part of you,” I add as I grab his middle finger and slowly saw it off. I make sure it’s slow and painful. His eyes roll back in his head as his body trembles.

Good. I want him to feel it all. Every slice. Every bit of him torn apart.

Bane pulls up a chair behind me, and I hear the crunch of a bag open as he starts to snack.

I don’t even look back at him, just slowly remove the rest of Douglas’s fingers on each hand, making sure to say Tatum’s name each time. He touched what is mine. He hurt him.

“You shouldn’t have done that,” I say as I toss the fingers into a jar. One by one. When it’s full and Douglas’s hands are just stumps, Bane eagerly swoops them up and puts the lid on, cradling it to his chest.

“Can I keep these, Boss?” he asks, and I just stand up, wiping my bloody knife on Douglas’s shoulder, smearing the blood into his shirt. He’s already making a mess everywhere.

But I do need to give him a small rest so that I can move on to other things.

Like his eyes and tongue.

“You can. For now.”

Bane giggles as he holds out a chip bag to me. “Want one?”

I stare at my bloody hands and shake my head.

“No, but I’ll be back. In a few hours.”

Douglas is passed out now and Bane sighs. “I could work a little on him while you’re gone.”

I shake my head again and give him a stern look. “No. This one is mine. All mine.”

He sighs and then leans forward. “But I can keep his bits, right? Like all the pieces when he’s all disassembled?”

Yes, Bane. Yes, you can.

Tatum wakes up slowly, looking a bit groggy when he does. I’ve showered since slicing up Douglas and now all I want to do is hold him for a while.

I never want him out of my sight again.

“Hey, you,” he says as he nuzzles into my bare chest.

My fingers thread through his hair, and I inhale him. He smells fresh and clean, like the Tatum I know.

I kiss him gently, my lips meeting his softly, wanting him with a ferocity that I didn’t know I possessed, and yet not wanting to push him too far too fast. He just came out of something traumatic and I don’t want him to do anything he’s not ready for.

I’ll wait an eternity for him.

But Tatum continues to kiss me, groaning into my mouth, growing more frantic, his body melting into mine.

“I want you,” he gasps. “I want you so bad. Please, Anthony. Please.”

I smooth my hand down his spine and then roll him onto his back, capturing his mouth once more. His legs wind around me, and he sighs against my lips.

“I’m so glad to be home,” he says as he arches up into me. “I didn’t know if I was going to see you again.”

“You’re here. You’re safe,” I say as I meet his frantic thrusts. My lips trail down his jaw and neck, pushing his shirt up and nipping lightly at his exposed skin. I suck on his nipples and trace my way down to his belly button with my tongue. When I get to his boxers, I tug them off and toss them aside. Tatum’s hand threads through my hair as I run my nose up his dick, feeling it twitch against me.

My mouth drags up it, kissing the hard length gently. This isn’t about me tonight. This is about him.

I want him to feel how much I want him, how much I need him.

I don’t even know if this is love. It goes beyond that.