SNAP (The SNAP Trilogy Book 1) (24 page)

Not having the formula set us back because I couldn't remember the measurements and wasn't for sure if I remembered the exact order. So I had to buy more from Gavin, break down the compound and it was a guessing game adding ingredients not knowing what the missing piece of the puzzle was. We didn't test those out personally as there was a line of junkies waiting like beggars. I'm thankful we didn't. A few of those people got sick, one of them died. We changed it immediately and got the same result.

Getting the formula is imperative. If those in charge of making Snap hear of the deaths and illnesses up here, they will get suspicious and send people snooping around. I'm the only dealer in my sector. That means they will be all over my ass. This needs smoothed out now so they stay away and I can take control of upstate Mississippi and begin heading into Tennessee. Once I claim more ground and get others working under me, I can go south and wipe out their operation taking over it completely.

Hazel's whimpers distract me from the grandiose dreams filling my head. How could I get so preoccupied and waste such little time with her? I stroke her hair making her flinch and the monster inside giggles with glee.

"Time with you is a precious commodity and I'm neglecting it."

Pensive blue eyes stare into mine. I long for the silver pools I once drowned in.

I yank her head back by her silky hair eliciting a shriek from her, and run the knife down the side of her face. Her eyes squeeze shut and a tear slips through her lids traveling off the side of her face into her hair. I lean forward and lick it off lazily, a purr emanating from my chest.

"Hold onto those tears, lover. They may save you later."

Phil

The blade runs down the side of Hazel's face softly kissing her flesh in its decent. When it reaches her throat, I watch as it dances atop the throbbing artery in her neck. The twitching blade glints in the light captivating me.

"Y-Y-You don't have t-to do this," Hazel hiccups, trying to control her tears.

"You're right. I don't have to." I lean over her upturned face to see hope shining in her eyes. Too bad she misunderstood my words. "I
want
to."

She shudders and her body rubs against mine in the most delicious way. I run the blade down her chest and stop at her stomach wondering how long my marks stained her beautiful body, how many days they reminded her of our special night. Did I leave any scars tethering her to me for life? Something for her to see every day so she'll never forget?

I grip the hem of her shirt and pull it up, but before I can see anything Hazel slaps my hand away forcefully making me drop the knife. Her knee slams into my already aching balls and I stumble back giving her enough room to shove me and run toward the door. Through all the agony, I chase her down and tackle her by the door. Her head slams against the wall, busting the drywall, before falling to the floor inches away from her freedom.

I pull her arm behind her back roughly, jerking it up at an awkward angle as I breathe through the waves of nausea and pain twisting deep in my gut. She shrieks as I tug her arm higher. I lay my forehead on her back and smell nothing but fried food and cigarettes. It makes my nausea worse.

Grabbing her shirt at the back of her neck, I let go of her arm and stand, pulling her up with me. A large pink spot is forming on her brow bone and temple with a nick from the drywall.

"You fucking stink."

Her confused look irritates me. I grab her arm and drag her to the bathroom.

"Strip."

She stands there for a moment staring at the ground, her shaky hands twisting together.

"Do not make me do it for you, Hazel."

Slowly she unbuttons and unzips her pants. I love that sound. She pushes them down and steps out on unsteady legs. Her hands go the hem of her shirt and grip it so tightly her fingers start turning white. Taking a shuddering breath, she pulls it over her head and drops it to the floor. Her bra and panties are awfully nice for going to work in. She must have worn them for him. Anger scorches my veins at how little she thought of me on our date. She didn't wear anything like this for me. I admire her body in her pretty underthings wishing I had seen the bruises that formed by my hand. As I get to her stomach, my eyes grow wide and a smile spreads over my face. Tiny pink streaks trail down where my fingers once raked her skin. If I thought my dick wouldn't work for a while after she nailed it, I was wrong.

"Take those off too. He's not here to see them."

Against her wishes, I make her shower. She tries to close the curtain, but I pull it open. Shivering beneath the water, she washes her body and tries to hide as much of herself as she can. The suds on her slick flesh make me ache to pinch each and every one until they pop. An image of blood oozing out of every bubble as it bursts has my heart pounding in anticipation of what's to come. Unable to wait any longer, I shut the water off and yank her from the tub. She slips out and lands against me, the water on her body soaking into my clothes.

Without a second thought, I pull her into her bedroom and shove her onto the bed. Looking around, I spot some scarves on top of her dresser and grab them. I attempt to grab her wrists, but she fights me and scoots away on the bed. The word no slips from her lips. My vision blurs as I grow more furious. I hate the word no. I despise being told no. Before I know what's happening, my emotions get the better of me and my fist strikes her face. There's an audible pop and blood gushes from her nose. It makes me think of the bleeding bubbles.

Her hand covers her face as she chokes on her sobs and the blood. It seeps through her fingers dripping on her chest in slow motion. Each drop exploding as it lands on her skin. My darkness, her life. The perfect mix of truth in my world.

"Don't tell me no again." I rip her arms behind her back and tie her wrists together.

Grabbing her chin, I turn her head to face me. Strands of wet hair stick to her face leaving traces of blood from her busted nose. Hatred greets me when all I want to see is her pain. She'll give it to me before this is over with. I grab the back of her head and push her face into the comforter, smearing the blood over her face and onto her bed. The bed is damp, ebbing out further from her wet body, altering the colors of the fabric. They become darker as the water soaks in. Like Hazel's skin when my darkness soaks into her. Where the two meet, the light and the dark, that's where the peace lies.

I push her hair to the side and look at her unmarred back, her arms in a tight vee tied above her round bottom. A vision of pure beauty. But I'm not pure, and my opinion of beauty is not the standard. I want to see her acceptance of me on her skin. That's love. I have lots of love for her and I know she can handle the love I offer. That bitch at Dustin's house couldn't take the love I offered her. She was weak and undeserving. Hazel is strong and enjoys it up to a point, enduring the rest for me.

I slide from the bed standing before her. Her eyes travel my body as I remove my clothes a piece at a time and fold them neatly. She stares at my hard dick pointing at her face as if honing in on the first place it would like to go. The thought of her wet lips wrapped around me as I plunge into her warm mouth has a drop of come clinging to the head of my cock.

I stalk to the bed and pick her head up by her hair. When she howls, I shove my dick to the back of her throat and she stills. Hazel jerks her head back and forth trying to break free, but I've got her lips pushed against my body. I can feel her gag, trying to force me out of her throat. It feels so good against the head of my cock. As I hold her tightly to me, I use my other hand to rub her throat and relax her muscles. With each stroke I slip a little deeper. Her muscles tightening on swallows and gags squeeze and tug on my dick. Her muffled screams vibrate through to my balls resting on her chin. It's almost better than her tight cunt and ass.

The thought of her ass has my eyes drifting down her back to those beautiful, milky white globes. Her legs are scissored from when she tried to get out of my grasp. I lean forward pushing her neck back as far as it will go so she can't go anywhere, and run my hands over her ass cheeks. She squirms and I slap her ass as hard as I can. The scream moan that quakes up my cock has me almost shooting my load down her throat. There are far better places I'd like this to end.

I slip from her mouth coated in her thick spit. It hangs from her lips as she gasps for breath and sobs. I collect the stringy spittle from her mouth on my fingers and kiss her gently. Her eyes are glazed over with tears as she stares at me silently begging me stop. Soon she'll be begging for more.

I straddle her back and slap her ass over and over again leaving my prints behind. She eventually stops moving and endures her punishment for telling me no. Squeezing her flesh in one hand, I spread her cheeks to see her openings. Hazel may tell me no, but her body tells me yes. The glistening folds between her legs says she enjoys it. My fingers covered in her spit slip between her openings with ease. She clinches her cheeks and legs together trying to keep me out, but I grip her thigh and pull them open.

Blowing lightly on her pussy, her head thrashes back and forth as she whimpers. She's learned not to tell me no though. I love the way she smells, so clean and earthy with a hint of her soap. I lean closer trying to suck as much of her scent down, rubbing my nose against her opening like a junkie snorting a drug. It's intoxicating. My nails dig into her thighs behind her knees and drag up her flesh toward her pussy as I bury my nose as deep as I can get. Just as my tongue meets that delicious flesh, her heel swings back and kicks me in the fucking face.

I fall to the side of her body seeing double as she wiggles toward the end of the bed falling onto the floor with a thump. Springing up, I jump from the bed and grab her tied wrists swinging her around and slam her back on the bed. I flip her onto her back and bring my face within an inch of hers.

"I tried to be good to you, Hazel. I was going to be gentle. But now you've just pissed me the fuck off."

My words register and horror spreads over her face. Her lips start moving, but I slap her face silencing her before she can speak. Red begins to spread over her cheek where my hand landed settling my nerves and bringing about the peace I long for. My hand twitches to strike her again, and I let loose on her other cheek backhanding it as hard as I can. The knuckles of my hand hit her cheek bone hard causing spit to fling from her lips. She cries as I smack her over and over again, snot oozing from her nose over the dried blood on her upper lip. The sobs emanating from her set me on edge unable to find the peace I seek until my hand forms a fist and I swing at her face with everything I've got.

Silence.

My head tilts back as I catch my breath and allow my heart to return to a steady thrum. When I look down all I see is blood. My darkness and her light. Hazel's chest rises and falls peacefully in her unconscious state. I take this moment to find my inner peace while she can't fight me, turning her body into something only I find beautiful. Something that is mine alone. I share all the things she wouldn't let me speak to her, spilling my secrets like Romeo under Juliet's balcony while loving her the way only I can. The colors appear quickly on her gorgeous, milky white skin; each one a hidden piece of myself. There isn't a spot on her body I haven't touched and changed by the time I'm finished.

I step from the bed and go rinse off in the bathroom, getting redressed when I'm done. I stand there and admire my creation, my awe inspiring abstract Hazel, before finding what I came for. I think about where all I went in her house that night and retrace my steps quickly before she wakes again. Nothing. I find fucking nothing. Her house is a goddamn mess. How does anyone live in a shit hole like this? Returning to her bedroom, I look around the floor first remembering where my clothes were and lie down to search under the bed. Nothing again. I destroy her dresser and nightstand checking every piece of paper in search for the formula that I know is here somewhere. She keeps everything else, why wouldn't she keep that if she found it?

NOTHING.

Hazel moans from the bed and I walk over to her grabbing her chin. She can barely open her eyes, the swelling working its way up her face.

"This is very important, Hazel," I say to her and she tries to pull away. "Did you find a piece of paper after I left the last time?"

Hazel's brows pull together and her swollen lips part, cracking the splits. Fresh blood glistens and oozes as she tries to form words, but is too weak to do so. I lean forward to hear the mumbling coming from her.

"Even if I did," Hazel pauses taking a sharp breath. "I wouldn't give it to you."

I grab the belt from the floor, bloody from the skin on her back, and wrap it around her throat and through the clasp pulling it tight. Her eyes bulge from her head as it squeezes her throat. The whites of hers begin to turn red as capillaries burst from lack of oxygen and the pressure.

"I would've given you the world." My voice breaks as I lean down and kiss her lips slick with blood. "But you've taken everything from me."

When her eyes close, a growl vibrates my chest causing my hands to shake and release the belt.

"Including you."

My chin drops to my chest knowing I'll never see Hazel's gorgeous smile again or those silver pools that made me peaceful. Emotions are a strange thing. I've never really understood them. Maybe because I've never really felt what everyone else feels. It's foreign to me. But as I look upon Hazel's body, I knew it would come to this. There was no way around it.

The sound of laughter has my head jerking toward her bedroom door.

Cady's concerned voice yells from the living room, "Hazel?"

Fuck! There's no time to hide her body now. I run for the door and close it quietly. Making sure it's locked, I open her window, knocking the screen out and climb down. Taking one last look at the woman who betrayed my love, I slide the window closed and run for the alley.