48. Messiah

After a two minute confession video where Brutus explains that he killed the others and made a display of their bodies as a warning to other peddlers not to fuck with him, Angel commences to slice his dick from his body.

His screams fill the storage unit as I pretend not to hear him and shoot the video to Charles's phone. Hopefully, it is enough to get him off our backs. All we have to do is make sure we dump Brutus and the last fuck in a less obvious way after Angel is done with them.

Either the pain or fear makes Brutus faint, and Angel is upset that he isn't even awake as she forgoes slicing the last bit of flesh and opts to yank it with all her might. It takes a few tugs for the cock to let go of the rest of the body and I wince a bit as I hear the flesh ripping apart.

"Damn, Baby," I comment.

"Don't get sentimental now," she exclaims, dropping the blistered penis onto the ground at her feet.

The smooth swish of a blade stabbing a body sounds, and I look up to see as she pulls the knife from his chest and stabs again. I count nine stabs in all, but I may have missed a few. Convinced that Brutus isn't waking up, she leaves the knife sticking out of his chest and turns to me.

"We should get ice cream," she smiles.

My job usually entails leaving bodies where they drop, but I know some spots to dump them and make sure no one finds them for a good while.

Brutus's final resting place is a dumpster behind a nearly abandoned strip mall. It is early in the morning when we dump him and start heading home. I stop at a gas station to get Angel her ice cream and smile at the sight of her licking the melted edges off the cone before they fall into her lap.

We shower and toss our clothes in a bag to take to the garbage before crawling into bed and going to sleep.

We wake up slow, fuck, and she wanders out of bed to make coffee while I check my messages. Charles bought the bullshit video. He even sent my payment already and I mull over ideas of what pretty things I could buy for my girl. She likes those squishy animal things. She also would look good with a nice rock on her finger.

After coffee, we fuck again, and I text Mark to come over before getting in the shower. If Brutus's information is true, the guy might have a record. I don't want to talk with Mark publicly about the matter, and I don't trust this kind of information being shared over the phone if it doesn't have to be.

He still hasn't arrived by the time I am dressed and I tell Angel I am going to drop the garbage.

"If the door knocks, answer. It is a friend."

It only takes three minutes to walk to the garbage shoot and back to my door. I see Mark come around the corner, and he gives a nod as I move toward him.

"What is it now?" he asks, already sounding bored.

"Good day to you too, motherfucker. I made coffee. Fresh. Not that tar shit you cops drink," I joke.

I open the door and let him step in before me. I only manage one foot in behind him before he whirls, grabbing my shoulder and slamming me into the wall.

"Fuck!" Angel screams.

Mark pulls the gun out of his waistband and presses it against my head.

"What kind of joke is this?" he growls.

"The fuck!"

I push him off me and swing, knocking the gun from his hand. It lands with a heavy clank on the floor. He lunges for me and I grab his shirt, slamming him against the wall. Angel shouts again and Mark turns his head toward her.

It is enough of a distraction for me to slam my fist into his face. He falls sideways. By the time I manage to get my balance, he already has his gun in his hand. Angel leaps over the counter in the kitchen and falls on his back, reaching for the gun before he can aim it.

Rolling my sore shoulder, I step over to them and slam my boot down on Mark's hand. He screams, bucking as Angel tries to choke him out. On a regular day, I'd tell her to get off. But the motherfucker is obviously going insane.

I wasn't aware that Angel knew how to chokehold someone. After a few seconds, Mark falls still beneath her. I bend down and swipe the gun up as she yells at me to get tape. I grab the roll of duct tape from the counter and she slides off his back so I can tape his hands up.

"What the fuck was that?" I shout, holding my hands out.

"Cameraman," she pants, blowing the hair out of her face.