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The door bursted open. All eyes swung to the person standing in the doorway. Irvin, wearing a black leather jacket and carrying a backpack, walked into the room, shaking his head quickly. "I have £20,000 in cash for the delivery of Paul Start."
"What are you talking about?" Cole asked.
"Dr. David Ajmal's son was in a club when some piece of shit, by the name of Paul Start slipped Flunitrazepam - commonly known as a date rape drug - into his drink. Ajmal's son was found tied up, beaten and raped," Irvin sniffed deeply. "Does anyone smell that? Revenge motherfuckers."
Cole walked forward, hand out. "Let me see. I want to be sure it's not another American trying to free this swine."
"The money is legit; I checked." Irvin handed the backpack over and Cole unzipped it, revealing thick wads of £50 and £20 notes tied up. Cole reached in, flicking through a wad. He passed the bag over to Irvin, shaking his head.
"Today's just not your day, is it?" He bended down in Paul's face, a sneer on his face. "Is it true?"
"No, no! I swear it isn't! This is bullshit! King, come on, man, you can't give me over like this!" Paul struggled against the bonds that were holding in place.
Irvin snickered lowly. "Ajmal's very talented with his equipment. Being a doctor comes in handy."
Cole straightened up, the knife back to spinning in his hand. "Unluckily for you, I believe the doctor's story."
"What about her?! You said I was going to have her!"
Irvin looked at me for answers. "What is he talking about?"
"This fucking rapist seriously thinks I'm going to let him rape someone?!" Cole flared up in anger, his eyes darkening. The knife glinted in the light as his arm flashed in movement, disappearing from Cole's hand.
Seconds later, Paul screeched like a banshee. The knife was wedged around his pubic arch. His face whitened, changing to a darker disturbing colour before his eyes rolled back and he fainted.
Irvin winced, cupping his crotch. "Now that's one way to disable a rapist."
"Take a van round the back of the shop. Call Doriano and get him to help you, load this bastard and deliver him straight to the doctor. Tell Ajmal I want his death to be drawn-out, no quick death, you understand?"
"I'll make sure to be an audience to his death," Irvin mock saluted, taking out his phone and calling. Seconds later, he hollered with an adopted Italian accent as he walked out of the room. "Yo, my dorito, I need you to come and..."
"Oh," I could've puked. Streams of thick wine-red blood slid down Paul's leg, soaking his trousers and pooling at his feet.
Cole reached in his back pocket for his gloves that hung out, slipping them on. "Are you squeamish?" He asked as he, without removing the knife, wrapped his hand around the handle, seeming to be cleaning it of his fingerprints.
"Biology class squeamish? No. Real life castration? Maybe," I rubbed at my face forcefully. "I should've stopped you but ... I ..."
"What?" Cole snapped meanly.
"I couldn't. I mean, you could've killed him and I wouldn't have said anything. But he's a rapist. I can't feel sorry for rapists. He could've died and I --"
"Could you stop fucking blabbering? Christ. Get the fuck over it. It's not like you could've done anything or said anything to stop me." Cole took off his gloves, holding them in the air as he took out a lighter and set them on fire.
"You're so professional," I murmured as I watched him drop the burning gloves to the ground.
He narrowed his eyes at me, seeming to wonder if I was being sarcastic. But I was in slight awe; everything he did was so neat. A thought came to me and I voiced it. "Does this mean you've gotten over your grudge? Cause if you're not careful you're going to turn into my dad. Holding it out for so many years."
Cole held up his hand. "Stop. I already know you have daddy issues you don't need to indirectly imply your resentment. I don't care."
"I do like my dad," I stressed.
"I'm sure you do," Cole rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Did I say you didn't?"
"But --"
"Seriously. Are you retarded? I just said I don't care. Why are you still talking?"
"He didn't assault me. My father is a good man."
"Who are you trying to convince? And when the fuck did I become your fucking diary?" Cole stamped out the remaining, burnt gloves, aggravatingly sighing. He bent to pick up the backpack, taking out a wad of £50 notes and holding it out to me.
"What?" I made a weirded face, unsure of his motives.
"Take the fucking money, dumb-ass. I'm paying you," Cole shoved the money into my hands, zipping the backpack up. "Whore," he added in a low mutter, snickering when I objected.
"You have a real way with your words," I frowned as I counted the money. It was £500 in total.
"Buy yourself a diary or a notebook and next time you feel you want to tell me anything - don't. Alright?"
"I'm more of a talker," I said stubbornly, refusing to let him be a bitch to me. "You should try it. I get the feeling you bottle up all your emotions. You're like a volcano, messy and destructive upon people's lives."
"You're not a shrink, you're fucking rapist' bait," Cole held my gaze, growling out and daring me to say more.
Irvin and another could be heard talking as they approached. The man that followed in Irvin was ridiculously attractive. I placed his age around the 35 mark. He was an olive-skinned Italian with a slightly big nose and sultry green eyes. His long dark hair was brushed back in a small ponytail and he wore a dark blue shirt that hugged his muscly figure. "Cole," the man greeted.
Cole gave me a look that said I shouldn't go there when I inhaled sharply at the sight of him. "Doriano, I want you to assist Irvin in delivering this scum."
"Sure boss," even his voice was hot. His eyes shot to me in a silent question.
"This is a whore. Before she pays you to have sex with her --"
The filthy look I gave Cole should've killed him.
"-- we'll be leaving." Cole turned to me, a sarcastic smile on dancing on his lips.
"Come on, my dorito," Irvin said to Doriano, starting to free Paul.
"Unless you'd like to clean up the blood get your ass out of here, whore."
I mentally strangled Cole a thousand times but obediently followed him out, leaving the love of my life behind me.
It was like Romeo and Juliet, although I think Romeo didn't feel the attraction...
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