Flip the Coin [BL]-Chapter 378. Clean-up 2

Henry’s POV

I tried to hold in my laughter at Kenny losing his patience with me and opened the door to the next room slightly and found what the sounds had already foreshadowed.

Seeing two men busy with two women, my face fell in repulsion. The garbage didn’t even notice my presence as I wrapped it up in shadowy energy and let it disperse.

The women didn’t move any further, displaying the same behavior as the others.

My mood took a turn for the worse after witnessing that, although these two were luckily the last women in this place, which I could tell because of the sounds I could hear throughout the building when straining my ears.

But a bit angry at the thought that Kenny could have seen this unsightly scene, I decided to dig my grave deeper nevertheless.

"I was just asking. It’s a legitimate game between dog and master."

I received another elbow into my ribs, which lifted my mood again.

It hurt a bit, but the more time passed, the lesser the impact his hits made, and that was not because we had leveled up but because he didn’t want to hurt me, because he cared for me, hehe~

"I can’t believe that I thought for a fucking second you would behave. The deal is off. The next time I get angry at you, I’ll beat you directly." Kenny whispered through clenched teeth.

We passed the next door, as we could perceive that the room was empty; in the room directly after, a man was snoring loudly.

"I did in fact behave before we came here, and you..." I stopped myself from bringing up the reason from before and omitted the word ’cheated’ at the end, with which I meant him looking at naked people and listening to other people having sex.

Because if I said it out loud, he would surely punch me and do the rest of the killings alone.

And then it would turn more chaotic than it already was.

Instead, I opened the door, and upon seeing a hunky gang member sleeping peacefully with a gun peeking out from under his pillow, I let the shadow devour him without leaving a hair behind.

I closed the door silently and looked at the masked Kenny, who was looking at me threateningly.

"Go on, come on."

"No, nothing. I will behave; I am sorry." I dropped my head and mimicked the saddest scary clown I could come up with.

"Yes, yes, yes; the pity move won’t work on me. The deal is still off." He turned around and let the tear gas disappear but held on to the gun as we continued on our way along the corridor.

I didn’t speak again and let my head hang while watching Kenny move forward to the next room.

One last door for this length of the square—we heard that in this room there were about four people inside, talking and laughing loudly about whatever.

Kenny stopped in front of the room and looked at me until I came to a stop right beside him, but I did neither raise my head nor touch him, and I didn’t open the door.

He groaned quietly while raising his head.

"Stop it; it’s okay. The deal is on..." He looked at me, and seeing me not move, he added.

"...Are you tired? Should I take them out?"

I pressed my lips together and closed my eyes for a moment.

So fucking adorable.

"Fuck, the fact that I know that you are playing around and still give in..." He mumbled to himself in annoyance.

I couldn’t contain myself anymore and opened the door to laugh out loud and, at the same time, chime in with the men inside having their own fun.

On the glass tables were guns and drugs, probably some uppers given their happiness, which was so much more fake than my real one.

All of them looked at the door, expecting the newcomers to be one of their gang members, but they were soon alarmed by seeing and hearing me; one wanted to yell, another wanted to grab a gun, one was too high to react, and the last one reached for the drugs—which I found hilarious.

They were soon gone, leaving behind only one person laughing, which was me.

The shadowy energy was the most deadly, most destructive, and most silent weapon one could ask for, and I loved it dearly.

Because it was so fucking useful for Kenny, who couldn’t allow himself to leave evidence behind.

"You’d make a good sociopathic serial killer," Kenny commented with a speechless chuckle.

"Thank you." I beamed at him and put my arm around his neck to inhale his scent.

"Done playing the kicked puppy?" He asked while we passed the corner to the right, arriving at our second length of the square.

"Mhm, yes. It worked just fine~" We came to a bathroom, where we heard someone being busy on the toilet inside.

"Admitting it readily, aren’t we?" He chuckled amusedly this time instead of getting angry again.

"Yes. As you said, it will work again anyway." I chuckled and pulled the mask up a bit to kiss him on the top of his head. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Then I held my nose and entered the bathroom. The door wasn’t locked because it was a room with three toilet cabins, which could be locked separately.

How nice.

"Dale? Come and get me toilet paper, man!" The guy inside cried out happily.

I went to the next stall to grab toilet paper and held it under the slit between the cabins, just far enough for him to see it but not be able to snatch it.

"Ahahaha, thank you!" A white hand reached out, and seeing that he didn’t match ’Sven’s’ description, I let the toilet paper fall and acidified him instead, without going through the trouble of opening the closed stall door.

I went to the sink and continued to hold my breath while washing my hands in disgust before I came out again.

When I exited, I got punched in the stomach by Kenny.

"Don’t get cocky with me."

I laughed and put my wet, cold hand on his neck to see him flinch with satisfaction.

"Will you fucking do your shit!" He still remembered to whisper while swatting my hand away as we passed an empty room, and simultaneously heard a door further ahead open.

Presented with an opportunity to hide, I grabbed Kenny and got us inside the empty room. I pressed him against the wall and left the door slightly open so that we could still peek outside without being spotted.

Standing over him, I couldn’t resist and pulled his mask off, and mine as well, to take a look at his expression.

He looked more relaxed than I had anticipated as he gave me a glare before he turned his head to the side to take a glance at what was happening outside.

We heard six guys talking and coming closer to our room, saying that the ’boss would soon be back from his shopping trip and that they should get the others.’

Looking down at Kenny’s neck, I bent down and nibbled on his tattooed skin before sucking on it.

He grabbed my hair and pressed my head down, as if urging me to continue, or maybe he thought that distracting myself by giving silent hickeys was less annoying than what I could do next.

I felt his pulse quicken, and desire rushed downward through my body, as I just loved the way my actions influenced him. Not only tasting his skin, but the thought alone that he didn’t find me disgusting and desired me as well left me craving for more.

One of the men spoke, ripping me out of my thoughts.

"Why is it so silent?"

I turned to the gap and found them passing by, so I waited until I saw the whole group walk past before I let the shadowy energy spread around them and let them disappear.

"You are right; I’d make a good serial killer. Look at this power; it’s not as if I killed them, just sent them to a different place, on vacation~" I whispered breathlessly in his ear before I moved my face away to look at his reaction properly.

"Yeah, it’s fucking dangerous that a born serial killer acquired this power." He agreed readily with that handsome smirk on his face.

"So what are you going to do, Mr. Protector? How do you plan to stop the dangerous me?" I smiled challengingly.

He laughed and grabbed my collar, pulling on it until the string enclosed my neck a bit more than tightly.

"Did you forget that I have your leash in my hand? Would you go on a killing spree without me ordering it? Hmm?" His eyes took on the overbearing glint that took my breath away with much more ease than choking me ever would.

I was now so hard that it hurt, wanting to make use of this place directly and needing to repeatedly hold myself back from just doing that.

"What would you do without me?" He asked provocatively, as if there were a possibility for me not to be around him to receive his orders and go out to commit random murders instead.

I grabbed his wrist that held my leash and pulled it down further.

With air getting tighter and restricting pain around my throat, I answered honestly with a hoarse voice,

"I would just die."

The air seemed to not only thin but also to still completely, as I displayed true and absolute obedience to my god, and he was emitting a power that didn’t come from the giant but from deep within him.

Everyone would be attracted to power.

To confidence.

To handsomeness.

To GOoDness.

It was impossible not to fall head over heels for him.

In this timeless moment, we crashed our mouths together simultaneously, wide open as we hungrily reached for each other.