Unapologize

By: PricklySare

A/N: You guys are the best! Your reviews make my day! If I've missed responding to any of you, I'm sorry. Those of you who replied without accounts, thank you! ;) M, as always, you're amazing. :) You can channel your inner bitch anytime. Thanks for all your help on the chapter! --Sare

Chapter Sixteen: Tracto's POV

Move on. The words repeated themselves inside my head like a broken record of ridicule. Move on, move on, move on. Who did he think he was? It wasn't his decision. I chose him, and I hadn't gotten tired of him yet. He must have forgotten who was in charge, who had the power.

I'm getting married. He must be insane. Ricardo Carlos Manoso doesn't get married. He's Nychta and there is no room in his life for something as out of date as marriage and family. We were the same, he and I. We both understood that the job came first, that pleasure and companionship were taken when the time allowed. We fit together. He knew that. I knew that. I must not have heard him correctly.

I watched as the chopper disappeared into the clouds, anger coursing through me. I'd say I was in shock, but I don't have time for such pathetic emotions. I'm far too controlled to allow myself to be shocked. Anger, however, is a well known friend of mine. I welcome it like a longtime lover, one that never tries to abandon me for some little Trenton, tramp.

The trip to my office was a blur, I'm sure I went through the motions, like I always do, but I wasn't really there. My body shifted into autopilot allowing my mind to focus on more important things, such as murder and mayhem. Who the Hell did he think he was? What could some little punta from Jersey really offer a man like, Nychta?

"Nothing!" I raged as I stomped around my office. "He and I are the same. Alone we are strong, but together we are unstoppable." The rage was mounting, anger was lapping around me like the waves of the ocean and I felt powerful. The energy coursing through me was too much to keep contained and I needed an outlet. I needed to let the rage out, cause destruction, leave things broken around me.

My arm shot out and in one smooth swipe sent everything flying from my desk. When that wasn't enough I turned to the shelves behind me and tore everything off of them, scattering the miscellaneous rubbish around my once pristine office. I tore the pictures off the wall, uncaring that they were each one of a kind works of art. I was lost in the sensation of destruction. A ball of need was curling in my body and I let out a loud "Fuck" as I picked my laptop up off the floor where it had landed and slammed it into the wall.

My eyes went hazy and an orgasm stronger than anything I'd ever felt before flooded through me. Wetness coated my thighs and I slid to the floor in an exhausted heap. Slumping to the side, I rested my head on a pile of various papers and allowed my eyes to slide closed.

It was sometime later when I finally opened my eyes and looked around my office. It looked like the movie 2012 had been filmed there. A feeling akin to pride washed through me. I'd done this. It was my anger, my power that destroyed this room. My body was still feeling languid from the orgasm that had taken my body by surprise. A smile teased my lips, my anger was better at pleasing me than a man was, destruction itself was more powerful, more fulfilling, than Nychta could ever dream of being.

Just thinking about him brought all the anger back, but I pushed it back, pushed it down, and stored it away for later. Later, when I could bring it out and stroke it back into a frothy mess that would leave me spent from the ecstasy of it. Destruction was so easy, the proof was scattered around me, and I wanted nothing more than to see the fallout from my destruction falling around that...prick. It was time Nychta felt my wrath, time for him to be reminded of who stood between him and death.

I climbed to my feet and made my way to where the intercom had landed during my rage. Picking it up I placed it in the exact position it had been in previously, then I pressed the button.

"Yes, Ma'am?" The voice of my assistant came through sounding properly respectful.

"There seems to have been an accident in my office," I smiled as I looked around me. Accident. I couldn't help but chuckle. "I'll need someone to come clean it up, immediately."

"Yes, Ma'am. Will there be anything else?"

"Yes. Bring me another laptop. Now. I have important work that needs to be done," I told my nameless assistant. Many of the Handlers showed weakness by associating with their assistants, participating in small talk with them, asking about their lives, worrying about their names. My assistants were there for my own personal needs, they weren't people. They were a need, nothing more. Like cows. Cows had a use, food. They had their place, and it didn't require you to remember their names or worry about their lives outside their usefulness.

There was a knock on my door. "Enter," I called out from where I stood behind my desk. I knew what kind of sight I made, standing proud surrounded by the results of my anger. I was like a reigning queen; powerful, beautiful, and magnificent.

A look of shock crossed the face of the plain woman who entered. My newest assistant I assumed. "What happened?" She asked, her voice squeaking. "Are you crazy? You destroyed your office!"

How dare she question me! Calling me crazy? I'd show her crazy. "Excuse me?" I asked her, my voice low and deadly. "Did I ask for your questions, or your opinions?" She was silent, staring at me. I raised an eyebrow at her, my body tense, "Well? I asked you a question, and I expect an answer."

I watched as she straightened up and looked me in the eye. Then she did something unexpected that had me hitting the boiling point on my temper. She laughed, then said, "Never mind. You're definitely crazy. I'd heard the rumors, but I didn't believe them. Funny though, they were spot on." She stepped toward me and it took every bit of my concentration to not reach out and wrap my hands around her neck. "Here's your lap top. Ma'am," her voice, when she said, ma'am, was ringing with sarcasm and... disdain? That couldn't be right. She was too far beneath me to be disdainful. Handing me the laptop she said, "Oh, and in case you didn't realize it... I quit." Turning on her heel she walked back out of my office.

Placing the laptop on my desk I sighed, trying to reign in my anger. "It's so hard to find good help these days," I said to the empty room. I'd deal with that little nobody later. Maybe a mugging or a drug overdose. Either would be easy, and a fitting way to deal with her insubordination. I didn't have time to deal with her just then, so I pushed my irritation away. I had bigger fish to fry. Kicking the debris of my office out of my way I lowered myself into my leather office chair and rolled myself up to my desk. I booted up the computer and logged into our secure search programs. It was time to dig a little deeper into the life of Ricardo Carlos Manoso.

When he'd disregarded me, he'd underestimated me. Without realizing it he'd declared war, and in war, there is no prize for the runner -up. It really was a shame that he wouldn't be around to see the destruction of all he holds dear.