Bordering on a dangerous obsession. Chapter 2
Before I could even take a breath and elaborate, he held up a hand to stop me. His eyes lost focus on me for almost a minute before he straightened.
"All right, let me make some guesses here. 'Dave', who I can only assume is Kick-Ass," Fuck he was sharp. "due to being the only non-family member who is male and spends a fair amount of time with you. 'Dave' who I vaguely recall is dating a girl at high school."
"Katie." I supplied. He nodded absently.
"And, for the sake of clarity, I can only assume that Dave is not a pedophile?" I bit down on a snarl and nodded, my face feeling tight.
"And you, on the cusp of puberty, are suddenly noticing boys and have decided that he and only he will do?" Even with his voice calm I could hear the sarcasm edging his words.
"You know how Daddy raised me." He nodded. Max had given Daddy a modified routine lifted from some sort of East-German pre-Wall child-soldier program, though one with all the nasty de-humanizing bits scraped off. When I was nine Max had insisted I even look at it, folder after folder. To know what I was being made into.
The closest he could get to an apology.
I didn't have much in the way of regrets. Guns beat dolls any fucking day.
"To paraphrase St Ignatius, 'Give me a child until she is seven years old, and she is mine for life.' Still, why Dave?"
"Dave is..." I trailed off, lost in my thoughts. "Dave is the only guy who is both what I am now and still a normal person. Where I'm not normal, and I will probably never want to be normal, he understands this side of me. With him maybe I could be normal, and if not... I could be happy."
"And you want me to help you seduce him, you don't want me to simply eliminate the competition? This Katie I believe you said?"
"Katie and Riley, a girl he works with," He scratched a quick note on pad of paper. I hastened to add, "They aren't bad people."
"I could pin it on the Motherfucker. Quite easily I might add."
"But I would know, and I couldn't hide it away from Dave forever. And even if I could, Dave might just move on to someone else wagging their tits at him." I didn't like how Night-Bitch had been eyeing him before she got whacked. Fame like Dave had would loosen a few panties.
"And you cannot wait? Ah, the Massacre, of course." Max was a fucking scalpel. "Your occupation does have risk."
"And so, seduction." He eyed me up and down. "By a slip of a girl with a body like a barked twig. You ask for much child. I cannot do the impossible."
"Max, you were the Maestro, you orchestrated the ends of Dons."
"Those didn't have happy endings." He pointed out. "Only endings." His face was like rock.
"For my debt, I only ask that you try."
He sighed, then gestured for me to leave.
"Come back on Sunday." He said. "I'll answer you then."
And with that, I nodded and left.
Oo0oO
If he said yes, it was probably gonna be pretty fucking monstrous and grueling as all hell. But Daddy had made me tough, I could take it.
I could take anything he threw at me. And for a chance to get Dave at my side, I'd fucking do it standing on my head.
