"You had me caged up like a bird in mid-summer."
-I Can Fly, Queen Lana Del Rey
"What now?" said him in the most disrespectful tone I had ever heard when he was talking to that man. I bet the other line would be sooo unhappy. "Talk? What talk? Just do it over the fucking phone. I don't see why it has to be in Mexico." Psycho turned his gaze at me like I just passed his mind. And then he made this gesture to Jasper which, of course, was being read watch her.
I snorted.
"Want some?" Jas offered me a pack of cigarette. Ah, and don't forget about the fucking smile. Like I would forget about my plan to run away. What's with men and their brains?
"Oh, that's very kind of you, Jasper. But, no, I'm good." Ew, awkward moment.
"Fine, give me time. I'll fucking go." Psycho raked his already-unruly hair, looked unpleased. With a click, he ended the call. "Damn it!" And Jas' phone now became pieces of puzzle after kissing the wall. Old habit died hard.
"So? Mexico?" The poor blonde man opened his mouth after he was sure psycho had managed his temper. Unfortunately, it would never fucking happen. Not in hundred years later.
"Jet was sent. Hell, it may be fucking landed just now." I watched him pace in the middle of the room, didn't get why it became such a big problem for him. I could tell Jas shared the same thought. I mean, all of this time, they had to be travelling a lot, right?
"And?"
"What do you mean with and?" he snapped, just to wreak his anger. We knew you too well, Eddie.
"Okay, should I tell the others to get ready?" asked Jas. Again with the calming voice. And face. He could be so persuasive. This aura he always spread looked like it never failed him. So controlling. And we didn't even realize it.
Psycho only nodded. Just like that, your order is my command, Your Royal Highness. Jas was out of the room in seconds. Meanwhile, silence burned us alive…
"So… you're back to your business and…" I stood up from the sofa. "…I'll be back to my business."
"I think so." He agreed. But after this short time we had spent, sure as hell, I didn't think he really agreed. Besides, the look of his face couldn't be trusted.
"Right." As I just wanted to make a quick movement toward the door, psycho blocked my way.
"Where are you going, baby?" he gave me a wide fucking smile that showing up all of his teeth. The scary, intimidated one. Poor him, I wasn't born yesterday.
"Back to my business?"
"From the beginning, your business is only to please me."
"Bastard." I muttered under my breath. He had the guts to fucking laugh.
"Come with me."
"You know my answer."
"Please."
"Big no."
"Baby, I need you." He looked like he was praying. With that soft voice and all. But, did men do that to get what they wanted? "Please."
"Your world and mine are totally different, Edward." I said matter-of-factly. "And before I involve too far in your fucking business, I think it'll be great if we separate ways right now."
He scoffed loudly.
"Great my ass." Psycho crossed his arms over his chest. "Stop acting like a damn wise girl when we're fucking aware you're not." Spat him. "I really don't get you. I mean, why the fuck you can't be with me?"
"Because you're an asshole." I answered immediately. "And criminal, killer, jerk, bastard, psychopath…"
"Whatever, Allegra. We both fucking know you and I are quite alike." It was my turn to scoff. Really? Like it would change my mind… "I promise you one thing, baby." He looked me in the eye. I raised an eyebrow. "I promise you it will be the last." I really wanted to snap what the fuck does that even mean. But I chose not to cut him and let him finish his words. "I'll quit this life and live whatever kind of life you want us to live."
I swallowed. Hard. Wow, heavy words there. Like, for the love of God, was he fucking serious? I mean, shit, he didn't know what he was saying, right?
"Fuck. Me."
"Now?"
"No fucking way. You've got to be fucking kidding me." I ignored him. He was born to kill. He was born to be a fucking criminal. Killing is what he lived for. So it would be so fucking impossible to call it quit that easy. This was his incurable addiction. "You think you can have a fucking normal life, Edward?" I snapped in anger.
"I don't see why not."
"After all of you've done? How about those hundreds corpses?" I could feel the goose bumps myself. He was motionless. But I didn't think he really felt what I felt.
"Let it be my past."
"You never regret it, right?"
"I want to fucking leave it behind and start a new beginning. With you." He didn't answer me. But we both knew the answer.
"It won't be that easy." I shook my head. "Your past will haunt me forever."
"Everyone has fucking past, Allegra. And we can do nothing about it."
"No fucking way. Your past is so fucking unforgivable. Choose another woman to start a fucking new beginning." I took a step back. Suddenly felt so uncomfortable to be near him.
"You just don't believe it, do you?" asked him wryly. "You don't believe I'm willing to quit this fucking bad-guy life for you? It surprises you that I'll do fucking anything to be with you, that I'm so fucking serious about start a new life with you."
Another step back.
"You say that only to make me come to you to Mexico." I accused.
"You know that's not true." He narrowed his eyes, seemed so piss off. "Stop fucking denying it."
"I-I…"
"I promise Mexico will be the fucking last." He took a step toward me. I didn't move an inch.
"How about your friends?"
"Friends? I didn't have any." He sneered.
"But they…"
"They're not my fucking friends." Cut him.
"How about Carlisle?" At this point, I would say anything.
"Fuck him."
"Your boss?"
"Boss? I work for no body, baby. No one wants to mess with me. If I want to go, I'll go." He stood right in front of me. I could tell he was ready to throw his arms around me.
"So."
"So."
"New life?"
"Yeah." He caressed my cheek.
"You'll get a normal job, huh?"
"Why the fuck should I do that? I can buy an ocean if I want to, baby." He chuckled.
"You'll be bored."
"I won't. Besides, I may start with boring things. Like unemployed."
"Going to college?"
"You don't think I'm too old for that?" I shook my head. "I'm okay with that."
"Start a cake shop?"
"No pro… What the fuck?" We laughed maniacally.
I wanna say I'm so so so sorry to make you all suffer for waiting a whole year for this short chapter. I'll update as soon as I have a chance. Thank you for your patience. And yeah, for who's asking, I'm fine and alive ;)
I love you.
And Ultraviolence is dope! Long live Queen Lana.