Anger

She gets angry, and starts slapping and clawing at my bare shoulders with her tiny kitten claws. She can do better. I saw her take down Alejandro. She wants me to stop? Then I want to see that Zamsii. Tugging her closer, I press my hardness between her legs, and she freezes before her fighting gets worse. Grinning against her mouth, I kiss her harder. "You can do better than that, Little Bird," I murmur, before biting down on her bottom lip.

She groans and slaps me. The sound is loud in the room as my head whips to the side. My eyes wild, chest heaving, and cock hard, I slowly look back at her. She's got wide eyes again, but her bruised, raw lips tip up in a smirk, one I return. "You're getting there, Little Bird. Soon, you will be free." A groan comes from behind me as the man wakes up. "Until then, ask away."

"Tell me what everyone's job is," she demands, her voice husky as her tongue slips out and tastes her lips, making me grunt.

"Don't look at me like that," I snarl.

"Like what?" she questions, tilting her head.

"Like you want to eat me, so fucking hungry," I snap.

"You taste like fire," she whispers, and then sucks in a breath. "Tell me, I paid up, now it's your turn," she retorts, angry at herself for getting into that position. For letting herself enjoy it.

Poor Little Bird has no idea how much she's going to enjoy what else is to come between us.

I've pushed her a lot today, so I step back and start talking. Today is about breaking down some of those barriers, so I'll keep pushing, keep daring, until the true Little Bird comes out to play, and won't that be brilliant?

"Jake is the bookie, owns the city's gambling. Horses, cards, anything you can bet on, even fights. He's the money side of things, good with numbers. Alejandro used to be a fighter, so he knows a lot of tough people. He's the enforcer. He scares people, beats them up a bit to make them listen to Sylvester, who's the front man. The face and the brains of the operation. They try to stop it from getting to me."

"And what are you?"

I smirk as I grab a bone saw from the table. "I'm your worst nightmare. The place you go when you're at the end. I get information by whatever means necessary. When Alejandro can't scare them, Sylvester can't reason with them, and Jake can't bribe them, then I get them. I kill our enemies, I torture those who dare defy us. I'm the reason people are scared to cross the Cobras."

"You're the assassin," she murmurs, lips still swollen from our kiss. She has never looked more beautiful.

"Yes, Little Bird, I'm the assassin, and you're my latest target." I wink before turning back to the man. "Davis, nice to have you back. Shall we continue?"

Zamsii watches me the whole time. She says nothing as I rip the man to pieces, bit by bit, figuring out what makes him scream. He passes out five more times before I have my answer. Then I kill him. I douse him in petrol and set him on fire.

His screams fill the air again, the scent of blood and piss with it. I turn to look at my little bird as Davis burns to death. The flames dance across the planes of her face, lighting up her eyes and the fear and acceptance there. She has finally realised the type of people who bought her.

Finally understood she's ours. There is no way out for her. Not now. Not ever. Little Bird needs to find out how to survive amongst the Cobras, or die as our prey.