CHAPTER THREE
"Whatever. The quicker this deal is concluded the better off we'll both be." Lamika muttered, fetching her jeans and running the bloodied spot under the kitchen sink's tap, letting the cold water work out the still wet stain. She wrung the water from them before draping the pants over the back of a chair.
Next she picked up her shirt, rolled in into a bundle and laid down in a corner, placing it under her head then folding her arms under her head. "What the hell is your name? Unless you don't mind me calling you cum bucket."
"You tell me yours, bitch, and I'll tell you mine." David shot back, raising an eyebrow in her direction, taking another shot of JD. That had to be his tenth of the night but he didn't care, going back to staring down at the documents laying before him.
"My name is Mike, CUM BUCKET." She replied sweetly, rolling onto her side to stare at him, her blue eyes raking his form disinterest. She rested her hand on her thigh, arching an a black eyebrow back at him.
"I want your real name." David stated, not looking at her, too busy searching for whatever he had so obviously missed. Samantha was never a party girl or anything like that, why would someone do this to his precious baby sister? He was going to find them and kill them with his bare hands. "I'm not telling you my name, BITCH, until you tell me yours." He sounded almost conversational.
"Get bent cum bucket." Lamika yawned, rolling over, her back to him. "See you in the morning jackass, enjoy your drinking and pictures." She sounded cheerful, closing her eyes and yawning again.
David just shook his head, not liking this girl's attitude, but knew she could probably help him with this mystery. He didn't know why but something inside told him that she knew more then she was letting on. Maybe she witnessed the murder. Maybe this was Samantha's way of guiding him. David sighed, finally have had enough and shoved his half empty bottle aside before passing out, the pictures splayed all over.
Lamika's eyes flew open when she heard his steady, deep breathing and cautiously rolled over. She could see him in the dark and shook her head, fucking moron. Slowly she sat up, pulling on the flannel then got to her feet. She padded over to the door, frowning when she felt it was locked and studied the stupid lock, knowing if would click if she tried to unlock it. "Fuck…" Lamika murmured, next going to the window, not about to risk another tuck and roll but hesitating when she seen the how large the dresser blocking it was. "Cocky son of a bitch…" Her eyes next moved to the ceiling, taking in a panel in the corner, just over his head and rubbed her chin thoughtfully.
"I wouldn't try running if I were you, MIKE." His voice thundered throughout the room in a low rumble, smirking when she jumped and popped one eye open to look at her. "You are desperate aren't you? Tell ya what, you promise not to run and I won't stab your pretty little ass anymore."
Lamika frowned, glaring at him. "I wasn't trying to run cum bucket." She said, slapping a bright smile on her face. She sauntered over to the bed and snatched one of the pillows out from under his head, followed by one of the blankets. "It's just cold on the floor so fuck yourself." She walked back to her corner and made a big show of making her bed, her mind on that panel.
Sighing, David rolled his eyes as he lifted her up and deposited her in the bed. "Don't fucking argue with me, just do it." Then he ripped the pillow and blanket he was using off the bed and went over to lie on the couch. "Don't trying running or you'll regret it." He advised before snuggling into the pillow.
Now that knocked Lamika for a loop. She hadn't expected him to show any consideration towards her at all. She frowned and reached underneath her, pulling out a picture. Lamika got onto her knees and hunched over, holding it out to catch the moonlight, her eyes moving over it. "Fuck." She whispered, tossing the picture to the floor and laying down, her eyes fastened above her, waiting for him to fall asleep.
David was out in moments, knowing she'd try to escape. He didn't blame her. He'd scared the Hell out of himself by stabbing her and felt somewhat bad for it. Then again, she DID fuck up his car!
Lamika didn't hesitate when she heard snoring and was up instantly, using the headboard as a ladder to reach the ceiling. She pushed the panel up and over before gripping the sides and pulled herself up, grunting when she felt her thigh scrape against the siding, beginning to bleed again and almost let go to drop back to the bed. But what was a little blood compared to the psycho who was sleeping on the couch? Especially since he had a knife fetish.
David was up, having heard her grunt, a very light sleeper these days. He had her by the legs in the heartbeat, yanking her back down and straddling her waist. He growled, wrapping one massive hand around her throat. "I warned you." He snarled, bending over to reach in his bag. A few minutes later he had shredded two shirts and tied her down, shoving her bandana in her mouth. Knowing she wasn't going anywhere, David went back to sleep.
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Lamika groaned when she felt herself being shook. She went to tell her room-mate, Jolene, to go fuck herself but found something in her mouth. Panicking, her blue eyes flew open to find David towering over her. She growled, trying to move only to remember he had tied her down and struggled against the impromptu ropes, arching her body up, trying to break free.
"You're a very resourceful bitch, but if you thought I was letting you get away THAT easily, you were sadly mistaken." David informed her, sounding amused. He dropped down beside her, knowing she couldn't attack and arched an eyebrow when she started yelling at him, but it was muffled. "I'm sorry, I can't understand a word you're saying sweetheart."
Lamika took a deep breath, using her tongue to somehow shove the bandana out of her mouth. "You bastard!" She screamed, making a gross snorting sound before hocking a loogie right on his mouth. "Fucking pig! Untie me NOW!"
Smirking, brown eyes gleaming, David snaked his tongue out, licking up the spit. He loved the disgusted look in her eyes. "Sweetheart, do you mind keeping it down?" He held up a knife from the night before, letting it shine in the morning sunlight. "You're going to wake the neighbors."
"Go to Hell!" She hissed. "And DON'T call me that you fucking… QUEER. You stare at pictures all fucking night, play with knives like they're toys… you're out of your damn mind! UNTIE ME!"
"Up until two days ago, I would've disagreed with you, but now I can't deny it. I am out of my goddamned mind. But- at least I'm not a stupid bitch who decided to fuck with someone's private property." He shot back at her, throwing the knife at the wall. "I'm not letting you go until we agree on some things and those pictures are here for a reason. I'm not a psycho, I just want to find her killer."
"I'm stupid because I fucked with you car? WELL YOU'RE THE ONE WHO KIDNAPPED AND ASSAULTED ME MORON!" Lamika shouted, flinching when he backhanded her, a think trickle of blood seeping out of the corner of her mouth. "I'm not helping you, I could've probably told you in time who might've done it but fuck you now." She said coldly.
"Fine, have it your way. I'm going to call the cops and have them come here and drag your sorry ass to jail. Would you like that bitch, hmmm?" David taunted her, gripping her chin in his hand and forcing her to stare into his cold, unforgiving eyes. "WOULD YOU?"
Lamika shrugged, trying to wrench free of him. "I don't care. I've done time before, both jail and a prison stint, so try me. Three hots, a cot and a bitch." She smiled sweetly. "It'll be like a vacation for me man, go for it. Maybe you could join me since you've left some pretty interesting marks on me. I'm sure there'll be a couple boys of mine who'd LOVE to get their hands on you, you have such a pretty little cock sucking mouth, anyone ever tell you that?"
"Bitch, you have no idea who you're talking too. I used to run these fucking streets." He started laughing wickedly when her eyes widened in obvious confusion, crossing his arms over his massive chest. "Ever heard the name Leviathan before?" The sudden look on her face was all the answer he needed as he leaned back against the wall, looking amused. "You're looking at the toughest motherfucker to walks these streets baby."
"That was YEARS ago jackass!" Lamika snapped, getting over her fear quick enough. "You're an old fucking man now and obviously there's meaner folks out there, look at what happened to YOUR sister… LEVIATHAN!" She suddenly had an idea, eyes narrowing for a second before deciding not to share. "If you're so fucking big and bad then you OBVIOUSLY don't need me so why don't you go toss your arrogant, ass elsewhere?"