Little Fury: Book 1 of The deadly Little Thing Trilogy
Little Fury: Chapter 24

I walk to the door and unlock it. I stand looking at the two dead bodies in the room and sigh loudly. Fuuuck, I really don’t want to clean this shit up.

You made the mess; you clean it up.

“Fucking HELLLLL!”

I walk back to my room to grab my phone. “Well, hello there, Little Fury,” Sebastian says on the first ring.

“Hey, how’s it going? You miss me yet?”

“Oh, Ava, you know it. What do you need?”

“Why do I need to need anything? Maybe I miss hearing your annoying voice.”

“Ava, I’m on a job, so spit it out, buttercup.”

“Do you know anyone in the Caymans who cleans?”

“Did you finally wise up and kill Marcus?”

“Seriously, dude, not funny.”

I hear him chuckle. “Yeah, let me make a call.”

“Thank you, Sebastian. Oh, and please don’t tell Harry or the guys.”

“No promises on that, Little Fury. Try to stay out of trouble.” He disconnects the call.

“Wonder how long it’ll take till Harry calls me?” I ask dead guy number two.

I see headlights through the windows by the front door. Marcus is back.

“Fuck Ava, sorry that took so long. The Shanty Hut was busy.” He calls as he heads into the kitchen to place the food on the counter. “Ava?”

“Here,” I call as I walk into the kitchen. He looks at me, unsure of what he sees on my face. He looks me up and down, and I know the moment he sees blood splatter on my legs and shorts.

“What happened?” He asks, quirking an eyebrow at me.

I take his hand and lead him into the great room. He takes in the two dead men on the floor and chuckles. “Guess they should have sent more men.”

“Fuck off Marcus. But also, yes, they should have.”

“Any idea who they are or who sent them?”

“None. They were dead before I could ask them anything.” I lie.

Why are you lying to him, Ava? My inner voice asks me condescendingly.

“I just got off the phone with Sebastian, and he’s making a call for me. So, I expect a cleaner will be here in the next hour. Let’s eat. I’m starving now.”

Marcus nods his head, not looking at me. Instead, he keeps his eyes rooted on the men on the floor. He turns towards the kitchen. “Ava, did I see fingers on the floor?”

“Yeah, I shot one in the hand when he called me a bitch after I shot his friend in the head.”

“You couldn’t have just shot him in the head as well? Shooting off his fingers was the only option?” He asks as he grabs the food, takes it out of the bag, and lays it on the island.

I grab a couple of beers out of the fridge and pop the tops off, handing him one. “I mean, I could have just shot him in the head, but really, he broke into our house trying to kill us; he called me a bitch, and it annoyed me.”

Marcus studies me, looking for a lie, but he won’t see any. Harry is really the only one who can. I grab a beer-battered shrimp and pop it in my mouth. He shakes his head, and smiles, then begins to eat. “How long will it take Harry to call you, do you think? “

“Ha! I thought he would have already, but Sebastian is on a job, so he might be unable to tattle on me for a bit.” There’s a knock at the door, so I pop another shrimp in my mouth and head over to meet the cleaners.

There is a tiny little black woman at my door. Her greying curls and sweet smile make me want to hug her and ask her to bake me cookies.

Wow, you’re never having a grandma is showing, Ava.

“Hello,” I say

“Hello, dear,” she says, and I melt. She called me dear. All she needs to do now is pat my hand and tell me everything will be okay, and I’ll ask her to adopt me.

“I’m Mrs. Bodden. These are my sons Anthony and Michael.” Both men nod at me when their mamma introduces them. “Sebastian said you needed some cleaning looked after.”

“Yes. Come in, please. Would any of you like a drink? Coffee, tea, water, beer?”

“I would love a spot of tea. Boys?” Mrs. Bodden says.

“Water,” both guys say in unison.

The guys start to carry in plastic bags, tape, and cleaning supplies. I lead them to the great room where the mess awaits.

Marcus brings a couple of water bottles for them. The three of them nod at each other, and then Anthony and Michael get to work.

Mrs. Bodden joins us in the kitchen, where I’ve put the kettle on to make her a pot of tea. Marcus pulls the tea basket down to let Mrs. Bodden choose what she wants.

She chooses a black tea. “Do you need cream or sugar?” Marcus asks

“No, I like my tea black, but thank you, dear.”

Marcus puts out some cookies and crackers.

“We were just eating. Do you mind if we finish?” I ask her.

“No, dears, eat.”

Marcus and I finish our meals while Mrs. Bodden has tea and a few cookies. Michael comes into the kitchen about 45 minutes later. “Done,” he informs us

“That was fast,” I say.

“It was a pretty clean kill site, Miss. Not a lot of splatters or damage. Whoever did it was very efficient, except the fingers. So, it made our job easy.”

“All right, dears. Then we will be out of your hair. I’ll send the bill to Sebastian.”

“Thanks so much.” I say.

We walk them to the door, and the guys pull out a couple of heavy suitcases. “Oh! Do you want to know where to replace your bags should you need them again?” She asks me.

“If you could send that information with the bill to Sebastian, that would be great.”

We say goodbye and close the door.

“You, ok?” Marcus asks me.

“I am,” I assure him.

“I’m going to jump in the shower and clean up. Want to watch a movie?”

“Yeah, but let’s watch it in bed. I’m pretty sure you’re going to fall asleep during it.”

“You are probably correct,” I tell him as I leave him and walk to my bedroom.

I take off my clothes and place them in the garbage bin. I’ll burn them later.

I step into the shower, turning the water on hot, seeming to have found a chill over the last couple hours. My mind wanders, thinking about Alexi and Enzo working together to eliminate me. Alexi is cunning. If he can get rid of me and have Enzo take the blame, he will have Marcus all to himself, well, to the Sokolovs, to be precise. I have to admit, Alexi has bigger balls than I thought.

I finish showering and wrap my hair in a towel and another around my body. I can hear Marcus in the bedroom. I leave the bathroom and see him putting a water bottle and popcorn on my bedside table. “Aww, look at you taking care of me.”

“Always,” He replies.

I’m hit with the intensity of what he feels for me. I haven’t entirely accepted it; I walk over to the dresser and grab a pair of sleep shorts and a crop tank top. I drop my towel and look at Marcus in the mirror as I slip them on. His eyes drink me in. I am starting to love the feeling of his eyes on me; seeing that kind of want in anyone’s eyes is intoxicating.

I crawl on the bed and get under the covers, propping up my pillows to be movie ready. “What are we watching?”

“What do you want to watch, Ava? I’m not the picky one out of the two of us.”

“But this was your idea, so I thought you had a movie in mind.”

“Ava, we have been watching movies together since we were seven. In all those years, have I ever had a movie in mind?”

“Didn’t you suggest we watch Dumbo once?”

“I did, and how did that go? Do you remember? Because I do.” He deadpans.

“Seriously, someone needs to tell a child that they are going to have their hearts ripped out over a baby elephant whose mom just wanted to protect him! And whoever decided on “Baby Mine” while his mamma was swinging him on her trunk through her cage door needs a psych evaluation. Cause that was just evil,” I spew, not taking a breath. I had to stop watching it because I couldn’t stop crying. And I cried for days after. It’s honestly one of my worst childhood memories.

“Correct. So, you pick the movie.”

“Let’s watch The Princess Bride or Labyrinth. I’m in the mood for old-school nostalgia.”

Marcus grabs the remote, does a quick search, and replaces Labyrinth. He starts it up, and I happily snuggle into the bed with him and popcorn.

Marcus falls asleep before the movie ends, but I keep watching, not ready for sleep yet. When it’s over, I turn the TV off and put my empty bowl on the table beside the bed. I look over and see his isn’t empty; it’s on the bed beside him. I get on my knees and lean over him.

Grabbing his bowl I stop to look at him. I see the boy I’ve always known in his face when he sleeps. All the worries that weigh him down are gone. He looks calm. I place his bowl in mine on the side table; Beth’s words keep playing in my head. Maybe I need to stop this now. What if I never love him like he loves me? Is it fair to him? How do I even talk to him about it?

Looking at him, I lean over and place a kiss on his lips. Its soft and gentle. He stirs under my kiss as I grow a little bolder It’s slow, but it deepens the more awake he becomes. I hear a soft moan from him, his hands replaceing me. He lifts me in one smooth movement so I’m straddling him. He keeps his hands on me and sits up to meet my mouth.

His hands glide up my sides, sliding under my top, squeezing my breasts, skimming over my nipples; they harden under his touch. Marcus breaks his kiss only long enough to remove my shirt. I grind against him, feeling him grow hard under me.

I’m on my back, and Marcus is looking down at me before it even registers in my brain that he flipped us. He’s staring at me. We’re staring at each other. His hand comes up to my face, his thumb rubbing over my bottom lip. My tongue darts out to lick it, and I suck it into my mouth, my tongue swirling around it. Marcus pulls his thumb out of my mouth and kisses me gently.

My eyes close. It’s slow and sensual. His hand trails along my neck, over my collarbone. My hands glide down his back, and I feel the lean muscles there. I grip his ass, loving how firm it is. Sliding my hands into the waistband of his shorts, my hands caress his skin, feeling the heat from him warming me.

I work his shorts down over his hips. He lifts his body to help me. I use my feet to get them off him the rest of the way. Marcus’s hand slides up my thigh as he rests on his other arm, staying just off my body so he can touch me. My hand slides over his body, making its way to his length. I run my fingers along the hard shaft, loving the velvety soft skin there. I grip him in my hand, feeling his hips buck. I feel his finger in my shorts, replaceing my wet folds and running through them before he sinks it into me. I exhale a gasp at the sensation of his finger inside me. I grab him tighter, and I move my hand up the thick shaft closing it over the head. I slide my hand back down, forcing the head of his cock to push through a tightly clasped junction of my thumb and index finger. He hisses at the sensation pumping into my hand. “Jesus,” he grits out.

He takes his fingers out of me, grips my shorts, and pulls them down my legs. I grab him tighter, bringing my hand to the head of his cock, feeling a couple of drops of precum, and using it to lubricate the head as he thrusts into my tight grip.

“Fuck” he says. Pulling my hand away, he pins both my hands above my head. Settling himself between my legs, he takes his cock and rubs himself up and down my clit, forcing a needy moan out of me. He notches the head at my entrance and pushes in slowly.

“Ahh, god, Marcus fuck,” I breathe out.

“Fuck, you feel so good, Ava,” he says as he buries himself in me entirely. I arch my back off the mattress. He releases my hands, and I replace his ass with them instantly, feeling his muscles as he pumps into me. He drops his full weight on me, and I love it. I love the pressure of his body on mine. He moves in and out of me, and I move my hips to meet him for every movement. He brings his face to mine. “I love you, Ava.”

“Marcus,” I whisper, bringing my hand to his face to touch him so that I can lower his lips to mine. I kiss him; it’s slow and gentle, and there is nothing hurried or rushed in the kiss or the rhythm of our bodies. I realize then what this is. What we’re doing. This isn’t sex or fucking. This is making love. Marcus is making love to me.

I deepen the kiss between us, my tongue replaceing his, coaxing a moan from him in response. I run my hands down the planes of his back and over his ass. I tighten my grip on him, trying to move him faster inside me, needing to change his intention. “Please, baby. I need to come.”

He breaks the kiss, moving his lips to my neck, kissing and biting that spot I love so much. My breathing starts to increase as his thrusts get faster and harder. He lifts from me, hooking my legs over his arms. Placing his hands just past my hips on the bed, the position almost folding me in half. He is so deep in me, with every thrust hitting a spot inside of me, an intense pressure starts to build quickly. Over and over, he hits that spot; his fervent pace makes it hard for me to think. “Please, please,” I beg him.

“What do you need? Tell me.” Marcus’s voice is strained. I know he is holding himself back, trying to prolong this torture.

“It’s too much; I can’t.” I cry out, his body never stopping driving into me, into that spot.

“I know what you need, baby.” Releasing one of my legs, he forces my other leg farther back, keeping me open to him. His body and fingers replace a pace driving me mad; tears running down my face, my words incoherent as he drives my body towards oblivion, and my body explodes into it.

My body shatters as I come. Marcus groans over me as I spasm around his cock, milking his orgasm from him as he follows me over the edge. He collapses on top of me, both of us panting for breath. Once his breathing evens out, he removes his weight from me, sitting back on his heels. “Fuck Ava, that was the hottest thing ever. You came all over my cock. Your cum is everywhere.” Marcus bends down over me and licks up the entirety of my pussy; flicking my clit with his tongue when he reaches it. I react instantly and grab his hair. “Marcus,” I gasp.

“Ava, I caused the mess, I think I should be the one to clean it up.” Without even waiting to hear any protest I might have; he dives back between my legs and feasts on me. He licks every inch of me, cleaning every drop of my orgasm. He pushes his tongue into me. The sounds coming from his mouth as he laps up my orgasm are erotic and dirty. My brain is a mess from the orgasm he is cleaning up. I feel tears running down my cheeks, my mind telling me I can’t possibly come again. But he is driven. His tongue is still inside me, still pumping in and out, drinking in our combined mess. His tongue leaves my pussy, continuing its path. His noises are feral as he follows my cum towards my asshole. I try to squirm away from his mouth, but my body is too soft and pliant under his firm grasp. He keeps me in place and finishes his mission. His tongue enters me, his hands spreading my ass so he can reach every spot. His tongue works in and out of my tight hole; his thumb works my clit.

I have nothing left, but somehow, he forces more from me. Pleasure and pain envelope my body as this orgasm rips through me. My scream at its release is guttural. Everything, he takes everything. I hear him moan his approval as he keeps his tongue going in and out of my ass, and he keeps circling my clit until my pussy stops clenching. “So, fucking perfect.” I hear as the world fades to black.