Trauma Kink

GRAYSON

Leaning back on my new leather sofa, I stare across the room at the door. Any minute now and that door will open. Any minute now…

Rubbing my eyes, I pick up my glass and sip some of the straight dark rum that sits on top of ice.

This should be interesting. She’s trying to get away from my cousin and has stupidly decided to run straight to me. If that isn’t bad luck, then I don’t know what is.

This will break the family connection, that’s for sure. I wonder what my brother would say to me now. He would probably laugh. Thinking about it, he would question me on my future plans.

That’s why Tyrone deals with him directly and I act like a silent partner. You wouldn’t think that I am the boss of this place.

I guess that running a business is what us Roberneros do best; we just have it in our blood.

My dad and his dad are the exact same. I’m more than sure it happened throughout our family’s history.

In the corner of my eye, I see another truck entering my estate through the security cameras. Why has it shown up at this time? I wonder. Surely I must be seeing things.

I’m losing my goddamn mind because I need sleep. As much as I try to focus, I’m not having any luck whatsoever.

I hope Tyrone hasn’t ordered another forty-five hundred guns. The truck would have to stay in the yard and then it couldn’t be used to drop off any of the ammunition.

Speaking of which, that’s one of the ammunitions trucks. Wow, what’s he playing at!

Standing up, I walk over to the door and yank it open. I need to go and see what’s inside that truck before the driver takes off.

Auburn falls against my chest, nearly knocking me down like a fucking bowling pin. Staring down at the top of her head, I wait for her to push off me and step back. She does it quickly.

I turn to face Tyrone, and he smirks at me. Auburn slides to the side, crossing her arms over her chest. Grabbing Tyrone’s suit jacket, I drag him inside the room with me and slam the door in Auburn’s face.

“The fuck you playing at?” I whisper-shout. Tyrone tilts his head, confused.

His eyebrows knit together, and I slam him against the wall. Could he be the man to die tonight instead of the girl who I plan to kill in cold blood? Just looking at her frustrates me.

“What?”

“That.” I point at the screens. He turns to look at the CCTV footage and steps to the side.

He walks over to them, his eyes widening. He looks startled, which means that we have a problem. Startled and Tyrone don’t go hand in hand. Pressing a button on his headset, he speaks.

“Code red. Estate under attack. I repeat, code red, estate under attack. Freedom to fire!” Tyrone shouts and I throw my head back, whining. Can this night come to an end already, please?

Brushing his hair back, he steps in front of me, blocking my view, and I move to stand next to him.

“That’s the truck that went missing last week.” Turning around, he walks to the door, swings it open, and leaves the room. My eyebrows connect together.

“Um. I can just go…,” Auburn mumbles. Turning around, she gets ready to walk away when I speak.

“Stop,” I demand. She comes to an abrupt halt, and I approach her slowly. I’m not in a rush anymore.

ARRI

I turn around slowly to face him, scratching the back of my neck. Why is it itchy?

“Hi.” I smile awkwardly. He doesn’t look happy at all! In fact, I get the feeling that he wants to kill me. Those eyes tell me that I’ve found the more evil man.

Why didn’t I stay with Caponde? I’m such a stupid bitch!

I bet you’re wondering the same thing as me. How can you be so careless and get yourself in this situation, Arri? I don’t know. I managed to tangle myself up in it though, didn’t I?

Yes, I can agree that I made a huge mistake. Why do I always make the wrong choices in life? Big, bad choices that lead me to the depths of hell!

Now I’m here in front of this moody bastard, who may I say is far too reserved for my liking.

I’m bright and bubbly and he’s a cold snob. I’m ecstatic, really. Nah, I’m not. He’s no ray of sunshine.

I thought I was getting away, but no, here I am. I jumped inside that bag because I had nowhere else to go.

They were probably going to carry me inside one to the nearest graveyard to bury my sorry ass, so I ran toward the exit, found the bag half-empty next to all of the guns that were stacked on tables, and climbed inside.

There was nothing else for me to lose at that moment. I zipped the bag up, not thinking about where the guns were going end up. I guess that I was desperate, and I did hope I could get out without being caught.

When the truck stopped, I unzipped the bag, but the door opened so I zipped it back up and waited until the bags shifted slightly, making me roll.

He was angry with me because I kicked him in the nuts. I don’t recommend kicking the bad guy in his crown jewels because when he got back up, he wanted to draw blood.

I knew at that moment the mistake couldn’t be reversed.

Me and my friend Thirst were sitting in our apartment. That’s her nickname. Both of us are classified as emos so we have nicknames.

Mine is Lashes because I always have the longest ones on. Thirst is called that because she drinks alcohol every single day of the week.

Everything was going fine until a man with no hair smashed through the front door.

We were sitting on the floor, getting ready in front of the mirror, and I remember standing with my hands up. I didn’t want any trouble, but he didn’t care.

I found out that he was Thirst’s drug dealer and she’d failed to pay him. Long story short, he went for Thirst’s neck, and I kicked him in the nuts.

He fell to the floor, but before I could run out the door, two big, beefy men pinned me up against the wall.

I grinned at them, rolling my eyes as I chewed on my gum, and believe it or not, I actually kissed one of them on the cheek because he was too clean, in my opinion.

Black lipstick covered his face when he tried to wipe it off with the sleeve of his black leather jacket. That was his own fault and I laughed at him.

Anyway, the one who didn’t have lipstick on him dragged me out of the room by my wrist.

The other one was trying to wipe the lipstick off his face, and I was watching him follow us from over my right shoulder, struggling to keep up with the clean man’s quick, long strides.

They took me to a dark warehouse and strapped me to a chair. What they didn’t know was that I could get out of zip ties.

I snapped them off before I ran through to some sort of gun room. That was where I found the bag and hopped inside it.

I could hear them running around, searching for me, and the sound of yelling approached me, but I was inside the bag where they couldn’t see me.

The bag got picked up twenty-five minutes later. I had my phone on me until I reached the place before this one. Now I’m standing in front of the big, friendly giant. Or should I say big, evil giant.

I’m now regretting my decision, because this man is scary compared to the other one. Choose wisely next time, I say. Yeah, I will be doing exactly that. The way this man carries himself reminds me of the elite.