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Chapter Fifteen: Out Of Service
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KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) Chapter seventeen- Knox's Control.
KnoX:Don’t ask me questions.You can, sure.. but don’t stand there like a stage-five freak asking things that rot my head before I even get the chance to answer.Morning came anyway and the first thing waiting for me wasn’t light or hunger, but Ezren's voice from the night before, ringing clean in my skull.‘What happens if you start thinking it’s more than it is?’What the fuck is going on in his head? And why is it getting under my skin? His actions never line up with his words, and that imbalance is the problem.I didn’t answer him because there’s no version of that answer that doesn’t complicate things. ‘Thinking’ isn’t the problem. ‘Acting on it’ is. And I’ve learned the hard way what happens when you don’t separate the two.People get attached. They hesitate and eventually get themselves killed.And I don’t function like that. I trained myself not to. And once I decide something, it stays that way for as long as I say it does.The bar floor was cold against my back but I stayed
KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) Chapter sixteen- I'm not pretending!
Eli:The place Knox took us to was barely holding itself together, but somehow it still felt like home. It’s an old bar, small and worn, with two rooms tucked behind it.It was obvious he’d spent a good part of his life there. He knew every corners in it without thinking, including leading the van straight to a hidden spot where it could be unseen.The night was cold. Ezren was already in one of the rooms, probably cleaning or straightening things out. I stepped into the bar out of curiosity. The place felt familiar in a way I couldn’t explain, and a part of me wanted to know how Knox had ever ended up somewhere like this.He followed me in after a while. His white shirt sleeves were rolled up and his ginger hair tied back. He looked tired in a quiet way.“Where’s Ezren?” he asked.I nodded toward the doors at the far end. “In there. I can hear him moving things around.” I pulled out a chair and sat.“Didn’t know you were this comfortable in South End,” I said.Instead of answering,
KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) Chapter Fifteen: Out Of Service
Ezren:“Eli?”The name barely settled between us before Knox shot out of the doorway we’d just come through.His fingers locked around my arm, biting into skin. His breathing was rough and uneven. “Move!” he hissed. “Now!”He glanced at Eli just before we broke into a run, and that look said enough. I wasn’t the only one caught off guard by Eli showing up in South End. For half a moment there, I wondered if I’d been played again. If this was just another layer of whatever game they were playing.Then the cold air hit my face and the thought died.We ran blind with no plan and just instinct. The alley reeked of dust and blood. Behind us, many boots slammed against the ground. Every second meant they were closer.Bobby never backs down. And judging by the way the sound followed us, he didn’t intend to start tonight.At the far end of the lane, a battered delivery van sat hunched. The engine was still running and that alone felt like luck we didn’t deserve.“Get in. Get in!” Eli snappe
KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) CHAPTER FOURTEEN- Terminal.
Eli:They always say the first sound you remember shapes who you are.For me, it wasn’t laughter. It wasn’t even a song.It was my mother’s weak and tired voice, calling my name like she already knew she was about to be gone.I must’ve been six.Old enough to recognize her perfume and too young to understand the word ‘terminal’.I heard the doctor say that word to my dad. When we got home that day, I asked what it meant but he wouldn't answer. He unbuttoned his cuffs and told me to go to bed.I asked the nurse the next day. She smiled, said it meant “serious,” but she lied too.So I went looking myself. I found a dictionary in the hospital lobby. My fingers traced the letters until I found it.Terminal: something that cannot be cured. Something that ends.I remember staring at that page for a long time. That’s how I found out my mother was dying.From a dictionary.Mom never woke up after then. And Dad... he didn’t even cry. That image burned itself into me.And I think that’s when I
KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) CHAPTER THIRTEEN- Close Enough to Kill.
Ezren:It all felt unreal until my life dangled on the line.Why the hell was Bobby aiming at me?For a second, silence ruled the room. Then there was screams. The stampede of glass heels. The sound of chairs scraping against marble.People shoved past each other, diving for tables, clutching pearls, dragging loved ones toward exits that were already bottlenecked.A loud shot came and then I heard him yelled.“Duck!”Knox’s voice was guttural and commanding in a way I’d never heard before but I listened. My knees hit the floor before I could argue, before pride could tell me to stand tall in front of danger.Air whipped just above my head, and I swear the bullet grazed the heat off my skin.Another shot fired, but it wasn’t Bobby’s. It was Knox’s.I looked up in time to see Bobby stagger, clutching his shoulder, Daniel screamed his name and tried keeping him stable.And in the center of it all..Knox.He was running toward me, not away. He looked feral, unstoppable. And God help me, al
KISS OR KILL, CHERRY? (M×M) CHAPTER TWELVE- Three Years Gone.
Knox:And as you might’ve guessed, yeah.. the twat crept back into the room in the dead of night like the creepy fuck he is, thinking I wouldn’t notice. Two minutes later? He was snoring. And yes, of course I recorded every damn second of it. For leverage, obviously, or maybe just to laugh in his face later.What? Getting on his nerves is the easiest thing in the world, and unfortunately, I live for it. There’s just something delicious about shoving him off balance, peeling at the edges of his polished act until the cracks show.The funniest part? I don’t think he realizes how see-through he is. How contagious that stiff, noble, boy-scout energy of his can be. It’s pathetic, really.Take earlier for example. We hadn’t even taken five steps inside before a couple drifted past us. They were definitely from old money and all that pedigree garbage. The old woman gave me a polite little nod but the man looked at me like I’d pissed in his soup.So naturally, I smiled. Stuck my hand out. “I
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