II : 𝓝𝓸𝓿𝓲π“ͺ

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Fun fact... The little bastard told. Luckily, they only got me. Lee kept his promise, of course. RIP.
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The clacks and stomps from the rest of the prison rats boomed in my head. Making the ache worse.

"I wish you all would shut the hell up! No one cares about you anymore. Sit the fuck down," I yelled. Curses and mean comments came back to me.

"You know, I thought having a murderer as a cellmate would be a horrible thing but- "Joseline babbled on, I've been in here for almost two years now and she never shuts up about my activities before they locked me up. It's annoying, and I thought about killing her, but they would just put me in the box for a few months and I'd be placed right back with another roomie. I know this for a fact.

"Like you killed how many? Twenty-twenty-four people before getting caught. Wow," she huffed, moving around on the top bunk.

"Jose honey?" I said sweetly.

"Yes?" She stuck her head over the bed. I lifted and gave her a smile.

"Do you want to be number thirty?" Her face dropped, and she lifted back up.

"Hint understood," she sighed.

"Good girl" I tapped under her bed and laid back down. Right when I think I'm about to get peace, an alarm goes off, signaling that the guards are coming through the hall. I groaned as I lifted, and we both got out of our beds to stand by the rails.

Three guards, two guys in a tux and a man wearing jeans and a tight v-neck long-sleeved shirt appeared in front of us through the front door. The guard gave a death glare, Johnny. He hates me. You accidentally take one pinky and suddenly you lose friends around here. He stepped closer to the bars and leaned toward my face.

"If you want to come in, wipe your feet on the mat, John. We talked about how I like to keep a clean house," I smirked, leaning towards him as well. He glared harder and looked at the men behind him. "This is it," He said before stepping away, but not too far. My eyes landed on the fancy-dressed men. I scanned them up and down before a tilt came from my head.

"You can step closer. You're not my type," I said flatly. A grin fell on the blonde one as he did.

"Lucky me" I flicked a brow.

"I'm agent Ross and these are my co-workers," he began. "We heard a lot about you, Ms. Vendetta." A satisfying exhale left my lips. "Oh, it's so amusing every time I hear it," I smiled, ignoring his conversation. He grinned tight.

"A serial killer with the last name vendetta. God has funny ways of fucking with us," The V neck spoke, my gaze locked on him. Now he was my type.

"What's your name?" I purred. The flirt in my voice made a look of disgust form as he mugged me.

"None of your business" His voice laced his disgust, but now he returned to his unbothered expression. "Ou" I held the facial expression as a smile formed. I pressed against the bar, openly checking him out. "Someone doesn't like me," I sang, turning my head back to Ross, the agent.

"No, not at all," he chuckled dryly. He pulled out an envelope and slid it to me through the bars. I eyed it before taking it. "If we're going to pay your bail, we need you to sign this. If not, you'll stay here and rot" His bluntness was amusing. My eyes met his again as I opened and scanned the contract. A smile shot on my face as a small fit of laughter came out. I leaned on the bars, turning my body back to V neck.

"You want me to play hitman" I squinted with a grin. His obvious distaste for me never wavered as he looked down at me. He had the eyes of a killer, but not like mine. I'm guessing he's one of their pets, too. His face remained stern and emotionless, but his eyes, those pretty, pretty eyes, gave him away.

"How many?" I asked, my smile dropping and curiosity holding up.

"Ms. Vendetta, we don't have all day. It's your choice, but this could be very profitable for you"

"What do I get out of it?" I asked, still locked on the handsome man staring daggers into my soul.

"We can clear your sentence but you would have to work for us and only live and do as we agree acceptable"

"So you want death on a leash," I smirked. "You want a new puppy, is that one peeing on the rug," I cooed.

"You know this reminds me of a show" I broke our stare, dropping my flirt to a casual manner as I turned and walked deeper into the cell. "How to train your serial killer," I grinned at them.

"I think it's how to train your drag- "She coughed as I wrapped my hand tighter around her throat and gave her a forced smile.

"Don't ruin my joke" in the corner of my eye I saw V neck shift like he was ready to slide in and save her. I turned to him with a smirk, my grip still tight on her neck as she peeled at my hand.

"Wanna play a hero?" I yanked her to the ground in front of me. "Your Batman, she's robin, come save her," I grinned, tilting my head. His nostrils flared, but he didn't move. The rest of the men watched intensely. "Let her go," He ordered. "She's so pretty" I ran my thumb over her lip as I held her jaw up towards me. She looked scared, like I was some wild animal that cornered her.

"Would you like me to let you go, Jose?" My voice was seductive and gentle. "Yes," she swallowed. I leaned down towards her, dabbing a small kiss on her lips before looking up at him under my lashes.

"Tell him to come rip me off you" I lifted her head to face him as I kneeled down next to her, my lips trailing her face slightly. He stepped forward, making me smile. I felt how nervous she was. She was trying to stay still, but shifted. I breathed in her ear softly before roughly tossing her at the bars and standing straight with a jaded look.

"I don't play well with others unless they play with me back... sorry" I ripped the contract and sighed as I laid back onto the hard bed, opening my book. "You're sick" He shook his head at me. I looked up from the book, unbothered. "Oh no oh no," I simply sighed, detached. "How will I sleep at night?" I brought my eyes back to my book.

"It's okay, Novia, I forgive you. I know you have a temper." She cleared her throat before standing. I smiled at her.

"Thank you Joseline, my therapist thinks you're my only hope for redemption" She perked up at my words and my smile turned into a blank stare. She's fucking crazy.

"Ms. Vendetta, I urge you to rethink your choice. We could make your life a lot less.. boxy," Ross said.

"Why would you want to give a killer the chance to kill again? Oh, wait- I know." I sat up. "It's because you're the ones delivering me to the doorstep. That's fucked up," I frowned.

"Wow, she has morals," V neck made the snarky remark.

"I don't know, pirate, it depends on my mood"

"Bane" Ross eyed him. They stared at each other intensely. Bane didn't waver, he didn't fold under the warning look from Ross, and yet he simply nodded and rested his face back to unbothered. Ross, on the other hand, slightly let off a breath that you couldn't catch if you weren't looking for it. He had some nerve with pirate but he was his owner. He couldn't let that show, huh?

"My answer is no" My playful eyes turned cold and unwelcoming. "Leave"

"You should smile more, Novia, a lovely name for such a cruel person." Ross studied my face. I came to the bars and wrapped my hands tightly around them, my annoyance focusing on that instead of his neck inch's from me.

"My mommy and daddy didn't name me that because they thought I would be a good person," I murmured. I smirked as my eyes fell to his unappetizing lips."It's because I'm pretty," I said sweetly with a tilt of my head, looking back up at his eyes. He squinted before backing up.

"We will be back in a week to see if you changed your mind," He said sternly, and they walked away. Pirate lingered, giving me nasty eyes. I winked at him as he made a face, following his owners.

"I would've taken the deal," she said from the top of the bed.

"Sadly, they'll get me, eventually. These types of people love to make you think you have a choice at first," I murmured, walking back to the bed. I heard the creaking of the gates as they left the building, the echoes of the other inmates yelling, fighting, and snoring. The comforting smell of rust, blood, and dirt never fails to remind me where I am. My eyes fell to the picture stuck to the bottom of the top bunk. I'm sorry Lee, I'm sorry I was here while you were getting murdered. I'm sorry I couldn't help you and I'm sorry your death won't change my ways. Hopefully, you can forgive me, but if not, just close your eyes and cover your ears when they return. If you hated what I did before getting paid, you'll despise me soon.

"Novia?" Her voice broke me from my conversation with the dead.

"Were you really going to hurt me?" She made me want to kill myself, but I didn't mind her when she wasn't obsessing over me being a killer. Plus, she wasn't bad to look at.

"I wouldn't kill you before I fucked you," I answered, boredly pulling back out the book. The silence broke before she popped over the bed, looking down at me. My eyes met hers and a sudden spark of amusement aroused in me. She was a nice girl, but crazy. She was in here for kidnapping her ex-girlfriend three times.

"That was really direct" She blushed. I blinked, leaning up, coming closer to her face. My eyes trailed from hers to her lips with a seductive gaze.

"I'm sorry princess, excuse my tongue," I frowned, leaning forward. "I wouldn't let your body go to waste without tasting every inch first," I smiled against her lips as she squirmed.

Her frosty white hair fell as she hung over, her pink lips gently against mine. I was staring down at her bright green eyes; I studied her face closely, and her dark brows and freckles dominated her pinkish skin.

"You want to know what I'm thinking, Joseline?" I kept my lips close enough to slide against hers as I spoke. She 'mhm' against my lips.

"I want to see your pretty face get redder," I whispered, lifting, keeping my face close to hers as I turned to face the beds. "I want to see your eyes roll to the back of your head and I want to watch you squirm under me," I climbed up. A breath left her, hitting my lips as I made her lean back. With a smile on my lips, I climbed over her. "I want to hear all the distinct sounds I can make come out of you" I pressed my nose against the crook of her neck. She felt my smile against her skin. I felt the increase in her pulse against my lips.

"You're sexy, Jose, and I want you," I whispered in her ear. My hair fell to the sides of my face, creating a curtain around us. I stared into her horny eyes, licking my lips as I leaned back down to hers. "Give me permission"

"I thought you were straight?" she breathed. I trailed my eyes back and forth between her eyes and lips.

I cupped her pussy in my hand, using my other to open her legs; I was between them and my smile fell, a hard stare looking back at her as she arched, biting her lip. The jumpsuit was thin, and she had no panties on. Her thick juicy lips were so detailed against my palm and the wetness pierced through, dampening my hand.

"Oh?" I said disappointedly. "I think you opened my eyes- ah ah keep them opened" I grinned, looking down on her legs inching tighter around me.

"You hated me not too long ago" she protested, trying to hide the grinding she was doing against me.

"Let me show you how much I hate you then," she stared before connecting our lips.

My hand left her thigh and wrapped around her neck as we kissed roughly. She tasted like the chocolate she was eating earlier and my tongue brushed against every part. I leaned back, lifting her with the kiss and grip on her neck. Soft moans left her, making me wetter. I peeled the jumpsuit off her shoulders, her perky breast exposing, I broke from her lips licking mine as I slid my hand through the back of her head gripping her hair pulling it back running my tongue against the bottom of her breast and stopping at the top of her hard nipple. The pink turned to red as she moaned; I bit softly against them both before bringing her lips back to mine, my hand cupping and squeezing against her perfect chest until my breathing got heavier. I pulled my lips to her ear; I felt how annoyed her body got at the action.

"I'm going to fuck you Joseline" She sighed heavily. It sounded like a breathy chuckle.

"Okay?" Our heads pressed against each other as we looked into each other's eyes. We ripped our clothes off. A smile formed on us both as they hit the floor.

"Okay," she breathed back. Whistles echoed through the hall as our fellow inmates heard all of this.

I laid her back and scanned her naked body; she was fucking beautiful. Her curves and scars made my body go wild. As I licked her lower stomach, my ass arched in the air as I moved down. I bit down on her soft skin, kissing and licking over every bite mark as I made my way up the middle of her stomach, attacking her neck. I left many branding's all over. Making a trail as I went down again, focusing on her breast, claiming every inch of her body. My head made its way to the middle of her thighs, hands rubbing and cupping her ass.

"Please," she whispered. I raised a brow, looking up at her, keeping my head exactly where it was.

"Say that again," I breathed against her pussy. I saw it throb, the wetness dripping a little more every time she pulsed. My hot breath made her shift, rubbing her ass against the bed.

"Please,"

"I need to hear that little louder, baby," I grinned up at her. She glared at me.

"PLEASE" Whistles and shouts responded to her.

I split her lips with my fingers and held her down with my other hand as I ran my tongue slowly against her. Curses came from her and I dripped, my ass still up in the air. The coldness against my pussy begged for contact. I swirled and dipped my tongue into her pussy; I sucked and flicked and gently bit down; she tasted sweet. Her moans became louder as I slid my finger into her tight pussy. The yelps and cries made me tighten my thighs, trying to control my squirming. I made waves with my fingers as I lifted back up to her face; she was bright red breathing crazy. I pushed my lips against her hot ones from the blush on her face. Our breaths synced together.

I pulled my fingers out of her and shoved them in her mouth as I lifted her leg sitting between them. The heat of our pussy against each other made moans leave both of us. Her hands grabbed my ass, she slapped it, and held my waist, grinding our wet pussys against each other. I moved roughly, but slowly, against her rising and falling, moving front to back. "Fuck," we moaned at the same time. I quickened the pace, placing a hand on the rail of the bunk and the side of her thigh swirling and grinding as we moaned and cursed. "Ah fuck" we went faster. She lifted, placing her hand behind my head, pushing mine to hers as we stared at each other's desperate faces that wanted to cum. "Yeah, yeah," she moaned, rubbing her free hand against my clit. We soaked her dry hand. She pulled it back and squeezed my ass.

"I'm gonna cum," she whimpered, shuddering.

"You're gonna cum for me?" I moaned.

"Yes, fuck yes," she yelled. We were going so fast I felt myself rise and the cum coming too.

"you feel so good," I growled.

"Tight fucking- uh" My head rolled back, and our breasts bounced wildly, hitting each other as our grinds turned into desperate bouncing and soon slamming until we shook vigorously against each other squirting all over each other's body,

We panted as we peeled from each other, the heat vanishing as the animals in the surrounding cages hollered and cheered. I hopped from the top bunk and grabbed a rag, wetting it before cleaning off and rinsing, throwing it up at her. I tossed up her jumpsuit and pulled mine back on. She watched, her hair a mess and the redness slowly fading. I smiled at the mess she was in.

"Can we cuddle?" She smiled.

"I'm a murderer, not a teddy bear love" I sent a kiss to her as I pulled the suit completely up and slid into my bed.

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"Vendetta, you have a visitor" Johnny glared, opening the cage.

"Your mother came back so soon?" I smiled.

"Don't make me spit on you" He looked me up and down.

"Don't make me drop to my knees and catch it," I smiled. He pushed me down the hall as I chuckled. Johnny's gay, which makes our fun conversations so amusing.

We got to the visitor area, and he led me to a booth, and there, as promised, was a pirate. I grinned as I sat down; the handcuffs clacking as I grabbed the phone. Excitement flooded in me as his detached look stared back. Something about him triggered the bloodthirsty part of me, yes he was attractive but there was something in the way he looked at me. Like I was worse than the devil himself. I liked that very much.

"Gee honey, don't tell me the kids didn't want to see me." I frowned.

"I'm not here to joke with you," He said back, annoyed already.

"If you didn't want jokes, why'd you wear that? It's almost like you want me to "

"Have you decided, women?" He interrupted. My smile fell to a bored look as I leaned back. "Well, two more groups of men came by" I started, his brow frowned slightly. "One offered me a pony, the other a unicorn, so if you can beat that then," I smirked as he rolled his eyes.

"Do you take anything seriously?"

"Murder," I said flatly

"Of course-"

"And sex" I looked him up in down.

"Stop"

"Why? upset you want to fuck a serial killer?" I smiled, leaning forward, resting my arms on the small counter. His jaw clenched.

"You're acting like a whore" He glared. "Have some respect for yourself".

"I don't have to do that. I'd rather take yours when you get me out and sooner or later fuck me until you hate yourself," I whispered into the phone. His face hardened. I watched his disgusted glare but something behind his dark eyes lit up, like some tiny part of his mind, liked that twisted idea but fought it. And that was all I needed to know. I kissed the glass slowly before hanging the phone back up and standing. I turned, and he knocked on the glass. Sighing, I sat back down, holding it back to my ear.

"I need an answer" His grip on the phone was tight but his face detached. "What's your name, pirate?" I asked, resting my head in my hand. We stared at each other before he answered.

"August Bane," I smiled.

"What would you do if you were me, August?"

"I'd ignore this offer and continue being locked in a cell," ... Oh? "Really? and I thought you were their obedient lap dog. Don't you have to rope me in?"

"I'm no one's lap dog" His glare hardened.

"Yet" I grinned. He pulled out the same contract and read it to me.

I took this time to study him. His hair was fluffy and dark, but not black. The ends curled in a c shape but they turned in different directions, giving it volume as it fell slightly in his face from looking down at the paper. Full but tamed eyebrows frowned at me to make sure I was listening, and his dark eyes went back to the paper as he continued to talk. He had a beauty mark on the lower right side of his defined jaw. His cheekbones here high and gave his face a sculpted look, like he was flexing it, but he wasn't. Silver earrings shined against the light, catching my attention. He had three small rings on his right ear. It looked like it couldn't even fit a baby's pinky in it. They were close together. His left ear had one singular ring on his high lobe that was bigger than the ones on the right. It gave him this pirate look. He had a small but deep dimple on the left side of his face, and

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