I don’t want that, not now she’s finally starting to blossom.
I have to play this cool.
Try to see what I can figure out before I go to her with the information.
First things first, I need Voltage to sweep the Brick Cell and my room for bugs.
Chapter Sixteen
IVY
Void’s off on some job with Nycto. He thinks I haven’t clicked that something’s up, but the man’s been tense for days. Sure, he loosened up a little after we fucked, but it didn’t take him long to go back to being apprehensive as hell.
Me, though, since we had sex, I feel different. Not because I lost my virginity, that’s a cliché, but because it’s finally like a part of me has been unlocked. I let myself go with Void during sex. I let myself be free. I let poison Ivy out. I tried to hide her back in Cuba, wanted to fight her off by being this extroverted young woman who had so many friends. I was always the life of the party. Because I was hiding the fact that deep down, I wanted to tear the bitchy girl’s hair out by the roots until her bleached blonde hair was drowning in blood, or slice the popular guy’s balls off for slapping my ass one too many times, then post them to his unsuspecting girlfriend.
There was something in me I knew wasn’t right, but I kept fighting it.
However, here, at the club, that part of me I can completely embrace.
I don’t have to hide.
I don’t have to feel ashamed for thinking that way.
Plus, if I want to slice a guy’s balls off for being an asshole to me, I know Void and the club would happily let me. Hell, they’ll be by my side cheering me on.
Taking a breath, I stand in the Bricking Room, right in front of the section of brick where I enclosed Andrés in the wall, sealing him to his death. My life has changed so much since I was taken from Cuba. That night I was terrified, and Eva was the one keeping me together, but honestly being drugged and taken from Cuba to Tampa, then Nycto stealing us was the best thing that could have ever happened to me.
Meeting Void has filled an emptiness inside me. Now I’m able to be who I want to be here because of him, which is a slightly messed-up introvert who loves the darkness.
I stare at the wall blankly.
Is Andrés decaying under there?
What is his disgusting body like?
Am I completely fucked up for wondering about these kinds of morbid things?
Footsteps trample down the stairs, but I don’t look to see who’s coming. I already know from the sound of the thump of the boots that it’s Void. He makes his way over to me, standing by my side. I casually glance at him, his face softening. “You reflecting on what happened to Andrés?”
I shrug. “I’m glad he’s in there. I just have this urge in me, this darkness that I question if I should be scared of or not.”
Void reaches out, pulling me to him in a tight embrace, a move not often shown. I wrap my arms around him, cuddling into him completely.
“That little bit of darkness in you, Ivy, is what scares me, not in the fact that it’s bad, but because it’s so fucking good. Your darkness matches mine. I’m fucked in the head, but I don’t want to drag you down with me.”
I pull back, peeking up at him. “If you’re going down, Void, then I want to come along for the ride. Bricking Andrés behind this wall made me more alive than anything I can ever think of… beside you being inside of me, of course.”
Void’s eyes meet mine, there’s nothing but adoration shining back in them. “And that right there is how I know you belong at this club… that you belong with me.”
I lean up on my toes, kissing him. My lips pop and tingle as they always do when I kiss Void. Wrapping my arms around him, his fingers move straight to my ass as I push him up against the bricks holding Andrés’ dead corpse. My clit begins to throb as I press my body against Void’s, needing a little friction. His cock grows hard as we kiss frantically, our hands going everywhere.
Is it wrong that I’m turned on by the fact we’re making out right next to the body of the man I killed?
Yeah, we’re both fucked in the head.
But I love every messed-up second of my life right now.
A Week Later
In the last week, Void’s been a little better with his moods. He’s still tense, but with us basically fucking like rabbits, I’m sure it relieves some of the tension he’s feeling. I wish he would open up to me about whatever it is that’s eating him up.
Dash is still not back, and it makes me a little more anxious about his whereabouts. I’ve tried calling him, but it continues to go to voicemail, and my texts are going unread. I want to talk to Nycto about it, but I’m worried if Void found out, it could be misconstrued into something that’s just not there.
Sitting in the main bunker eating my lunch at the table, Stacey walks in as happy as ever. She’s carrying a parcel as she slides it across the table toward me. “Delivery for you, Ivy.”
“For me?”
“You not expecting anything?”
“Don’t think so. But I was online shopping the other night, maybe I ended up buying something in my sleepy haze.”
“Ah, the old sleep-shopping trick. Done it many a time. I gotta get back to the bar, but I hope it’s something good, at least.”
I snort out a laugh. “It’s probably completely useless,” I tell her as she walks off.
Pulling the tape off, I crack open the lid. A red rose sits on top of some sexy black lingerie. My eyes widen as I try to stop my lips from turning upward in approval. Taking out the rose, I bring it to my nose, smelling it.
I had no idea Void had a romantic side.
Honestly, I never saw this coming.
I grab the string of the lacy top, pulling it out of the box. I furrow my brows when something wet coats my fingers. Looking at my skin, there’s a pattern of red liquid. “What in the?” I spin back to the box, lifting the piece of lingerie out, then let out a loud shriek shoving the box away from me. It falls off the end of the table, the contents dropping on the floor, the bloodied heart landing with a sickening thump on the floor, rolling a few times before coming to a stop.
I stand, wiping my bloodied hands on my leggings in an attempt to get the blood off me as Void, Voltage, Ominous, and Nycto rush over to the commotion.
Void hurries to my side, but I throw the rose at him, then shove him in the chest. “Why! Why would you send me this? Whose heart is that? Is that Dash?” I scream at him, gaining everyone’s attention.
Frown lines crease Void’s forehead, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he simply looks from me to the heart on the floor.
“Fuck you, Void! I get we’re both twisted, but killing Dash is not okay.” I storm off, tears welling in my eyes.
I need to get away from him right now.
I can’t believe he did this.
I make my way to my room, the tears won’t stop falling down my face. I know Void and I are in this discovery phase of our relationship, but that? That shit’s taking it too damn far.
Dash was my friend, and Void killed him.
I’m just not sure if I can ever forgive Void for this.