I Have Something for You

Ray stared at Zack's sleeping form. He had been out for two days. She couldn't fault him for it. He had been badly injured from that crime boss. A sigh escaped her. If it wasn't for Sam, she may have actually lost him that night. Her fingers traced the scar on his cheek from the boss guy before she placed soft kisses on his forehead. He was here with her now. His scythe had been found and cleaned for when he woke up. She just wished he would wake up and let her know he was okay. The doctors Sam had brought in said he would be fine and wake up on his own. They had performed his surgery to close his wounds. And all of it was paid in full by Sam. Running her fingers through her hair, she thought about that night she and Sam got him into the house. He was nothing to someone like Sam but the way he laid there and just breathed was unsettling. Like now. Her eyes looked at his rising and falling torso. What was she supposed to do till he woke up? The house was already cleaned. She had reorganized her room several times. The fridge had been scrubbed. Anything was done to keep her mind off when he would wake up.

Her phone rang softly.

She reached over and clicked answer as she let her fingers run through his hair. "Hello?"

"Ray-Ray," Sam spoke softly.

"Hey, Sam, what's up?"

"I found that fucker you were looking for. He lives in Tokyo with his wife and four children." Sam whispered.

"Why are you whispering?"

"Fucking cut it out or I swear I'll murder you slowly."

Ray rolled her eyes playfully. "Sam?"

"My bad Ray-Ray, fucking Roman wants to die today apparently. Anyway, what do you want me to do to him?"

Ray looked at Zack's sleeping form. "Bring him here. What about the woman? Did you find her?" her mouth got tight at the mention of her.

"I'm still looking. It's like this bitch fell off the face of the Earth after 2015. But I will find her. Trust me, I will. As for him, I will have him delivered to you about this time tomorrow give or take an hour or two. It really depends on if you wish him to be hurt or not."

"I don't care. I just want him here alive and awake. Whichever is the fastest way to go about it, do it."

Sam chuckled. "Yes, ma'am. Awake and alive are doable, not recommended but doable. Got the tools you want to use?"

Ray's eyes watched a bird fly past their window. "I'll let him decide. This is after all, all about him."

"Hey, there is no shame in helping your man face some demons. This is so fucking exciting. The growth between you two will be something unforgettable. Couples that kill together stay together. What's the plan for the body?"

Ray paused. "What do you normally do?"

Sam laughed. "No, this is you and your man's thing. What did you do to that sick fucking doctor?"

"I think he buried him out in the yard."

"Burn it in a nice tire fire." Sam nodded. Her fingers were working on a plane ticket to send to the poor bastard. "What about after that? He may want to fuck you into oblivion."

Ray paused. "Really?"

"Maybe. He may be overcome with emotion and fucking you may be his way to release it. It can still be romantic if you wish for it to be that way too though." Sam chuckled.

"We'll talk about it later."

"Do you want me to be there?"

Ray shook her head. "No, enjoy your time with Roman."

"Fuck Roman. If you need me, I'll be there. Yeah, I said it fuck Roman, Roman... Shut the fuck up... You weren't saying that when you were begging me to let you cum. I thought so bitch... Anyway Ray-Ray, I just bought his ticket and sent it to him. I will be heading off to Tokyo in a bit. If you need anything, ask. And I'm not about to put up with your bullshit. Fucking call me."

Ray chuckled softly at her friend. "I promise Sam."

"Good. I'll see you tomorrow with your package."

"Tomorrow it is."

…

Sam stood at the airport dressed in a suit and tie affair. Her hair was pulled back to show her now green eyes to the world. A sinister smile spread across her face as she found her prey searching for his name. It had been easy to convince him to come to the states. A free trip and tour seemed like a blessing to a man that hated his life. The eagerness in her blood to help her friend had her adrenaline rushing through her body quickly. Damn, she wanted to pounce. But this was not her prey. This was Zack's. Her eyes honed on his approaching form and she sweetened up the smile to seem more inviting.

"Are you my driver too?" he asked surprised to see her standing there.

"Of course, sir. Getting you to your destination is part of my job as well. I will be with you until the end." She smiled kindly.

The man cheesed as he pulled her close to him. "Perhaps we can get a little cozy with one another on our trip."

Sam stopped the urge to break his hand and smiled. "Maybe so."

She ushered him into the car before climbing in herself. The car took off down the road to Ray's. She sent the message before turning to the male in the car. Rolling her eyes, she threw her leg over his waist sitting her pussy just above his dick. He looked up at her in awe.

"American girls are freaky." He cheered.

"You have no idea," Sam commented feeling his dick react to her.

She pressed her chest against his before kissing him. He kissed her back fully at the thought of a chocolate goddess straddling him. His own wife didn't even do this to him. It was no wonder it was so easy for him to accept this trip. She promised to do any and everything to make him feel comfortable with him. From the way her eyes looked him up and down, he knew that it could go there if he wanted it too. And boy did he want it to stay here. The way her hips slowly swirled on him told him that she wanted him just as much as he did her. Before he could catch his breath there was a needle in his neck. She pulled away with a sigh only to stare at him. He couldn't talk, couldn't move, and almost couldn't breathe.

She smiled deviously. "It's a shame really. You are quite the kisser."

His eyes started to blur.

"I am the punishment from God." Her voice echoed as his eyes closed. Sam looked at her watch. A few hours early in her delivery of him. "Passion and shame torment him and rage is mingled with his grief." Her smile spread at the incoming things for this man.

…

Zack's eyes popped open. He was blinded with sunlight before he adjusted to the bright light. His body was on fire but it was nothing he couldn't handle. He turned to look at the empty clean room. This was his room. Sighing, he thought to the night his woman and her friend rescued him. He really could have died that night. There was no chance of that particular boss coming for him again though. If he remembered correctly, Sam took his head. He sat up slowly, cursing as he got into a sitting position. A deep breath escaped him as he stood up slowly. He stumbled but corrected himself quickly to get the crutches in the corner. Grabbing them with little difficulty, he began making his way out of his room to the bathroom. He did his business quickly before turning to wash his hands. His eyes took in the new scars on his face with a frown. The fuck head boss added more unnecessary scars to his already charred skin. He really wished the bastard lived so he could kill him. But that was neither here nor there. Hobbling out of the bathroom, he made his way to the kitchen. The scent of chicken was filling his nose. Once he made it to the kitchen, he watched Sam standing by the stove frying it while Ray prepared herself a plate till she saw him. Her eyes immediately filled with tears before she came bounding over to him. Her arms wrapped around his torso as she sobbed into his chest softly. He did his best to hold her. His eyes looked to Sam who stood there with a soft smile. He nodded to her before looking down at his crying brat.

"Hey, Ray cut the tears. I told you I hate wet bandages." He said softly, his lips pressing against her forehead.

She pulled away to stare at him. His heart nearly stopped at how cute she was. Gripping her chin, he placed his lips on hers roughly. He had missed this, missed the feeling of her soft lips caressing his. When he pulled away he stared deep into her eyes. A smile spread on his face to let her know he was okay. She smiled back brightly before turning to pull out a chair. He hobbled over to the seat before plopping down. Sam slid him a plate as she sat next to him.

"Welcome back you asshole." She cheesed.

Zack grumbled as he bit into the chicken. He nearly melted at the taste. "Damn, did you cook this?"

"I am black. I do know how to make some chicken." She chuckled.

He stared at her. She wasn't even black. Her skin was more brown like chocolate but he wouldn't say black.

She looked at the confusion on his face before sighing. "It's a cultural thing. Black people know how to make chicken Zack-kun. You know what? Forget it." She shook her head.

Ray giggled at his still confused state.

He turned to her. "What have you two been up to?"

Ray looked at Sam slyly. "Oh, just waiting for you to bless our lives with your waking face."

Sam shook her head while chuckling.

"Fuck did you do?" he asked looking at Sam.

"Me? Why I did nothing." Sam feigned shock at being accused. She stood up from the table. "Well Ray-Ray and Zack-kun, I'm off to kick Roman's ass once more."

"Sam, be nice to him, he said he would change." Ray cheesed.

"Fuck that, he can eat my ass and I still wouldn't believe him." She tooted.

"I thought he already did that," Zack spoke up confused.

Sam frowned. "What the fuck did he tell you?"

"He's been going on and on about you since he saw you at the club. Its Sam is this and Sam is that. Fuck, he is so annoying. He showed me some video of you two." Zack shrugged grimacing at the memory of it.

"What video?"

"You were on his face."

"I'm going to fucking kill him." She growled. A calming breath escaped her. "Ray-Ray, Zack-kun. Enjoy." She smirked walking to the door. "Oh and Ray-Ray, remember what we talked about. Just relax and let things come as they do." Then she was out the door.

Ray shook her head as she sat down. "You know I think she was really worried about you." She rested her head on her raised fist.

Zack shook his head. "I don't know what the fuck for."

Ray smiled. "She did pay for all your medical supplies so she must like something about you."

He shrugged. "The fuck for? Truthfully, she reminds me of a woman I met when I was a kid. She acted the same way. But she took care of me too. Always feeding and yelling at me, shit."

Ray cocked her head on her fist. "Sam likes to take care of us both. We haven't paid a bill in probably over a year."

His eyes widened. "She pays them?"

"She pays for a lot of stuff for us. I never ask. She just does." She shrugged.

Zack sat back looking at his empty plate. "It's like its fucking stuck on replay. How the fuck old is she?"

"I don't know. She's probably 30."

"30 years old looking like that? What the fuck? Is she a damn witch?" Zack asked astounded.

Ray shook her head laughing quietly. "Doubtful."

He sighed. "Maybe she thinks of us as her kids."

Ray reached out and touched his hand softly. He looked up at her slowly. She tilted her head before sighing. "Zack,"

"What?"

"I have something for you."

He raised a brow. "What is it? It better be nothing sick."

Ray stood up from the table shaking her head. Walking around it, she took his hand. "I promise it's not. Come with me."

Zack raised his brow before standing. He was slow as she led him to the basement. The steps were a challenge as he took them one by one. Who the fuck even invented stairs anyway? It was tedious as hell to get down there. Why the fuck were they even going down the stairs anyway? When he finally did, he was out of breath. She stood in front of him in the dark. He was confused as to what was going on. She looked at him before kissing his cheek again.

"Zack, are you ready for the surprise?"

Zack nodded slowly. He was curious as to what she had for him. "Yeah,"

Ray flicked the lights on to show a room full of plastic. There was a person with a black cloth over their head in the middle. They were tied up with chains around their torso and feet. Based on the body view, they were naked and they were a he. He was slumped over showing his handcuffed hands to the room. He looked over at Ray as she ushered him to a rather comfy looking chair before the man. He tried to get there quickly but couldn't go very fast. Ray didn't seem to mind as she helped him sit. Taking his crutches, she placed them to the side. She walked away from him and up the stairs for a second. His eyes took in all the tools and knives laid out on the red cloth. There was not a single gun here. Ray's specialty was guns. She had a whole damn arsenal in the shed. There were some around the house as well in spots. After Danny, she figured she should hide them all over. He didn't blame her. His head rolled as he thought about Sam teaching her the art of stabbing and cutting. He bet she looked super sexy stabbing someone. He propped his head up on his fist as he waited for her to come back down and reveal who this was. If he wasn't injured he'd find out himself. When she finally did return, she was in nothing but a deep blue thong; cloud pasties covered her nipples, and blue high heels on her feet. His eyes widened at her mostly naked form, never really noticing her long legs before. He quickly covered his growing manhood while turning red at her confidence. The tattoo on her chest had been retouched and his name was back in the head. Her hair had been pulled back into a low pony to show off her eyes. She even put on a deep blue lipstick. Those earrings were huge as hell in her ear.

"Fuck," he whispered.

"Do you like it Zack?" she asked cupping her breasts.

"Hell yeah... But the fuck is this all for?"

Ray took long strides over to him before sitting on the arm of the chair. "This is all about you, Zack. Kiss me."

He followed directions and kissed her deeply.

Ray pulled away and moved to the man in the middle of the plastic. "Are you ready?"

Zack nodded, anxious to see who this was.

Ray stood behind the man before pulling the cloth off his face. She lifted his head to show his face to Zack. The air left his lungs slowly. He couldn't breathe, couldn't do anything. His eyes widened at the face before him. "It's…"

Ray cocked her head. "Breathe Zack."

"It's…"

"Your mom's ex-boyfriend."

Zack let out some air. "Ray,"

Ray bent down to place her face by his. "Tell me what you want me to do to him."

Quotes used:

"I am the punishment of God..." Genghis Khan

"Passion and shame torment him and rage is mingled with his grief." Virgil