4. My Little Psycho

Fox POV

Ophelia seemed so put together, despite the fact she had no makeup on, and her clothes were not formal in any way. She was dazzling and that dam scar was so enticing. I wanted to run my tongue along it. I wondered if her skin was as sweet as her mouth was all those years ago. She stopped cold in her tracks when she saw the car we would be taking. “That is yours?” I smirked.

She always liked the thrill of going fast. The day I got my first car she had insisted I put my foot all the way down on the accelerator. Her delicate hand ran over the hood, and I saw her desire to ride in the vehicle. I opened her door for her, and I watched as she slid in and looked around admiring the interior. I hurried around to get in. I reached over to her and grabbed her seat belt. My knuckles ran over her nipples and body as I buckled her in. I didn’t miss how her breath hitched.

I buckled as well. “So, you said things have changed?” There she was, trying to act like I didn’t affect her. “Yes, you know that old vintage shop your mom took you to?” She nodded. “Well now it is a donut shop. And since you have such a sweet tooth, I thought we would start there.” She looked a little sad, that was to be expected. That had been the place her mother took her often, to find small treasures. “Fox that is on the other side of the bridge.” I smirked. “I know, so you better hold on.” I could see her faint smile as I started the engine, and it roared to life. Music blasted and I pulled out.

I put my foot down and we were flying at a speed that was nowhere near safe. I looked at her and her face was pure excitement. She loved the thrill, her blood pumping knowing at any moment we could crash. The bridge had heavy traffic and when I started weaving at such a pace, I heard her actually giggle, like she used to. This was Ophelia, in her true form, reckless and thrilling. We pulled up to the newer building. I turned to look at her and as soon as she realized she had been having such a good time her face became a scowl. “Fox you know better than to drive like that you could have killed us.” Her face was so serious, my hand once again came to trace that magnificent scar. “You loved it, now shut up and get out of the car otherwise I won’t let you drive when we go to the next place.”

She shot out of the car, and I knew she was smiling thinking about getting her hands on this heavy-duty machinery. I opened the front door of the donut shop for her; her face had morphed back to composure. Ophelia was trying her hardest not to feel her old self, but I knew her better than anyone. I grabbed the back of her neck using it to lead her into the donut shop. She looked around. I knew Ophelia had a sweet tooth, had since she was old enough to eat solid food. I watched how her tongue swept the edge of her scarred mouth. I would be licking those lips soon enough.

“What do you want my little psycho?” She shot me daggers. I knew I was the last person to call Ophelia that. It was my nickname for her since she was 5 years old. Behind her mask of anger, I knew she reveled in it. She could be doing so much more than working in a lab if she wanted, she had the capacity to be just as demented as I was, perhaps even crueler. “Are you paying Fox.” Her face changing to one of innocence, that face she used so often growing up to get me to do what she wanted and like then I would do her bidding now. I nodded.

She looked at the young kid behind the counter. “I want one of everything.” He looked to me like I was going to deny her. “You heard her.” “Yes sir.” I tossed some bills on the counter as he put one of every donut into several boxes. When he put them on the counter Ophelia said to the kid. “I also want a hot mocha latte.” God, this woman. The kid called the order back and Ophelia was standing there like she had not ordered an outrageous amount of food. “I want a black coffee.” The kid nodded.

We sat at one of the tables as she flicked the blue donut box open and took one of the donuts in her hand, biting it and setting it back in the box. This place had a lot of specialty donuts that were unique, and we had two dozen different donuts. I watched as she sipped her drink and began to take a bite of each one and put it back. She gave no fucks. “So, tell me why you have, what did you call it, an Iguana?” Ophelia smiled.

I knew she had a lizard, my men reported she had gotten one four years ago, but no one told me it was so huge now. “Simon is his name, and he is perfect. The most perfect male on the planet.” I raised my eyebrows. I had no idea she would be so attached to a giant lizard. “So, what does Simon eat, rats like a snake?” Her face pinched in disgust. “Fuck no he eats salads. He is a sweetheart.”

“He almost broke my ankle; it is a good thing I had boots on.” She almost choked she was trying not to laugh. “Well, it is your own fault. Male iguanas are territorial, and you were in his space, and he doesn’t know you. But, to your comment yes, a tail whip by an iguana could break bones.” I nodded; I believed it. “So, tell me why you got Simon?” She slowed down her chewing. I could tell she was debating on whether to tell me. “Come on Ophelia we are friends.” We were more than that, but a little push like this would work. She wanted to confide in someone, and I had been that for her for a long time.

“Fine, I got Simon so I wouldn’t be so lonely and so I would come home to someone. I have not had the best luck with men okay.” She looked away clearly not happy she had admitted that to me. I held up my knuckles to her. She read them out loud “Fuck Luck” She looked back at my face. I was the reason she had never had a boyfriend that lasted, Ophelia was mine so any man who got to close would either be pushed off by my men or I would come and kill them. But Ophelia didn’t know.

“You always used to say that” She looked at me and I could see her internal battle with how she felt toward me. I had told her that so often growing up, she would say she was lucky or unlucky and my response was always “Fuck Luck” I didn’t believe in that. She finished her donuts. “Ready to go to the next place?” Her face lit up. I had told her she could drive, and I knew she was excited about it.

She went to grab the boxes. I put my hand on hers “Leave it.” She did as I said and the second, we got out of the shop I gave her the keys. She didn’t wait for me to get into the driver’s side. Adjusting her seat, I pulled out my Marlboro Blacks. “I knew you still smoked.” I smirked as I lit the cigarette between my teeth. “Where too?” She asked me. “You know the place our dads went and got suits that one time when we went with them.” She nodded. “Go there.” She started the car, and the music began blasting again as the car peeled out onto the busy street.

Ophelia was like a racecar driver. Shifting gears weaving in traffic like she was born to it. I noticed the blue lights before the sirens started blasting. Her face became serious, and she looked at me, just like she used to. She wanted me to tell her what to do. As I puffed on my cigarette I said, “Lose them.” She gave me a slight nod and shifted gears going faster. She turned down street after street. She was a fucking FBI agent, and she was running from the law with no remorse, this was my women.

This was that fearless girl I grew up with. We finally lost the police, and she straight up laughed. It wasn’t a silent giggle it was a full body laugh. I threw my butt out of the window as she continued toward our destination. “Where is the parking?” She asked. I pointed there is a garage up ahead. She went and parked. We moved to get to the place. She looked at me. “What is this place, is it really called the trashcan?” I smiled. “They have rooms that are set up perfectly and you pay to trash them. Break things, that kind of thing.” Her face scrunched up. “I have never heard of a place like that.” I opened the door, and she walked in.

We paid and she came into one of the rooms. I leaned against a wall. “Go for it my little psycho.” There were a few bats to use, and she went and grabbed one and she started. I watched as she destroyed everything, there was nothing salvageable left. But she didn’t look done. I knew she had pent up energy. Living her life the last seven years was her hiding what she was. I was going to bring her back to herself and this was a step in the right direction. “Want another room?” She nodded frantically so I went and paid for another room.

I watched as she went from room after room destroying them. We spent hours there. When we left the place, they had to close up, she had destroyed every room they had. They would need to reset them for others. She seemed more relaxed now. “You need lunch, I think you worked up an appetite in the Trashcan.” She snorted and let me take her to lunch.