Page 12 of Shadows of Rage
Smiling and shaking my head, I walk into the kitchen. “Hungry? We could go get dinner or something? I know it’s late and I know you have work tomorrow, so it’s totally up to you.” As soon as he mentions dinner, my stomach starts to growl.
“I guess I could go for dinner. Do you have a Cheesecake Factory around here? I could absolutely devour a slice of cheesecake right now.”
An hour later, we’re sitting at a table at the Cheesecake Factory. Our waitress comes over with a big smile on her face, however, she barely pays me any mind. Her attention is on Braxton with her flirty green “fuck me” eyes. Am I invisible? Does this bitch not see me sitting here with him? I mean sure, sometimes you get the wrong impression but fuck, she hadn’t even looked at me while I was speaking. My mind replays the night of the bonfire, and watching that man’s blood pool around his body on the ground. Shit. I need to get it together. I can’t just kill a girl for flirting with what’s not mine. But he is. He’s very much mine.
We placed our orders and Braxton was shocked to hear me order a whiskey smash. “You’re a whiskey drinker?” His shock makes me giggle.
“Never been one to go for the fruity drinks unless the whiskey they offer is shitty.” He gives me that smirk I’ve seen many times before.
“Hm, a whiskey drinker that’s ready to stab the waitress in the neck. My kinda girl.” Oh God, how did he know.
“I do not want to stab her, I’m not a killer!” He simply just smiles and winks at me.
A minute later, the waitress brings a tray with our drinks. She sweetly places B’s down in front of him, making sure to push her cleavage up near his face.Gag.Turning towards me, she goes to place my drink down, but places it on the edge of the table and the glass falls into my lap, leaving me soaking wet.
“Oops, sorry.”
This bitch didn’t even get anything to help me clean it up. She walks away, swishing her hair and throwing a wink over her shoulder to B. Looking up at him, I’m sure he can see the rage in my eyes.
“Yeah, now I want to stab her.” He laughs before answering.
“We can arrange that.”
After we finish our food, we head outside to the car. “Give me one second, I’ll be right back.” Leaving me confused, he heads back into the restaurant. What the hell is he doing? Waiting a few minutes, he comes back out… with that bitch of a waitress in tow. What the fuck? Hopping into the back seat, she actually pays attention to me.
“I’m so excited! Thanks for letting me join!” I try my best to hide my confusion and give her a nod of acknowledgment. Braxton gets into the truck then looks at me and winks.
“Let’s get this night going, shall we?” I know he can see the confusion written all over my face.
Getting back to his house, my curiosity reaches an all time high as he takes us out back to a little bunker. He turns to the waitress and gives her a sly smile, grabbing her hand and dragging her over to a metal table. He helps her up onto the table, pushing her to lay on her back.
“Oh, sweet Savannah. You made my girl here pretty angry.” He straps her arms and legs to the table using cuffs that are connected to the table by chains. “You spilled her drink and didn’t get her a new one. And you flirted with what’s hers. She didn’t like that very much.”
Did he just say he’s mine? Savannah? What is going on here?
“Because of the way you’ve made my Little Rage feel, I have to let her have some fun with you.” Savannah looks up at him through her lashes then throws a flirty glance my way, licking her lips. Ew. I didn’t sign up for this.
Turning away from her, B looks at me through lust-filled eyes.
“I told you we could arrange it, Little Rage.” He slowly walks towards me, not once taking his eyes off of me. I gulp, not knowing what to say. “Don’t be shy, Angel. I did this for you, so you could let your anger out.” There’s a tingle in my fingers at his words. The fire inside of me ignites.
“You’re too good to me.” I feel the corners of my lips turn up and I start making my way over to the table. Looking over her, I feel my rage bubble as she looks at me seductively. She really must be fucking dumb.
I spot some medical equipment over on a counter and walk over to grab the chef’s knife.
“That’s my good girl, Dani. Do what feels natural.” Hearing his words, I feel sure about what I’m doing. In one swift motion, I turn and slice the skin on Savannah’s leg, not wanting to end the fun too soon. Her screams fill me with joy and my adrenaline rises to the surface.
“You stupid fucking cunt! Why the fuck would you do that? Uncuff me now! I didn’t agree to this sadistic shit, fucking psychos!” I can't help but laugh. She wants to act like a bitch while I'm holding a knife? Okay, girl.
“Clearly you don’t know how this works, Savannah. If you want to be a bitch, it’s going to hurt more, but you're already pissing me off so we're just going to get this over with. You’re annoying, thanks for ruining my fun.”
Hovering the knife over her throat, I slam it down in the center and twist. Blood pours out and drips down to the floor.
Ripping the knife out of her neck, blood spurts out, splattering on my face. Walking over to Braxton, I hold the knife to his throat and apply pressure.
“I should cut you for encouraging this kind of behavior, B.”
Pushing myself tightly against him, I feel his cock swell in his pants. He looks down at me with a smirk.