Chapter 5 THE DEAD NOW TALKS

CHAPTER SIX 

DALLA 

Dalla was one step away from putting a bullet through those ice blue piercing eyes. 

If only he knew how to load a damn gun without his hands shaking. 

He stood on the opposite side of the kitchen Island, his hand pressed against the edge, like it was the only thing stopping him from launching himself across it. 

The safe house reeked badly of bleach and the metallic smell of blood from the remaining piece of Tobias's suit that Hung across.

Tobias moved around shirtless, revealing multiple intricate tattoos plastered all over his body. 

He cleaned the counter with soo much focus, completely ignoring Dalla’s presence, even after their steamy encounter the night before.

Every swipe of the cloth erased the traces of what had happened earlier—Dalla on his knees while Tobias fucked his throat till he choked. His throat still ached badly, but that was the least of Dalla’s Worries. 

As much as the memories of the encounter stuck with him, he couldn't stop thinking about the other memory. 

Each time he closed his eyes, he still saw the same time. The same white and black footage, Tobias being at the Scene shortly after his brother was shot, handing an Envelop to Jethro Crux, and breaking the Camera after. 

Even if he didn't see Tobias pull the trigger, he was there. He knew Liam Mulvaney. He was party to what happened to his brother that night? 

His brother's killer. That was who Tobias was. 

“You’re not You this morning.” Tobias said as he folded the cloth he used in cleaning, not sparing Dalla one glance. 

“Its hard to talk when you Fucked my mouth like it didn't belong to someone last night.” Dalla responded, giving him a smirk he didn't feel. 

Dalla reached for the cup of black coffee Tobias had poured for him earlier. 

He winced as the hot coffee touched his throat. “Fuck.”

Tobias scoffed. The only emotion other than Anger he had showed Dalla since he started working for him. 

“I wonder if you kill the same way you fuck. No mercy.” He whispered the last part, hoping for a reaction from Tobias. 

Tobias finally lifted his eyes, his gaze pinning Dalla down even with the distance between them. 

“You begged for it.” Tobias shot back. 

“I didn't.” Dalla whispered, shying away as he sipped his coffee. 

“You did. Twice.” Tobias smirked. 

Dalla turned away fully, his ears turning red immediately. He felt the shame, rage, and something else settle in his Gut.

He wanted to hate him. He hated him. Or so he thought. But his body still remembered the weight of those thick veiny tattooed arms around his throat, as Tobias's hips moved fiercely, till he gagged on his cock. 

He was suppoosed to be the reckless heir, the unbothered one, yet he was here, pretending like he wasn't one step away from breaking down.

Tobias cleared his throat, drawing Dalla’s attention back. 

“Your father wants daily reports. We don't know how long we will be here, but for the time were here, he wants details on Everything.” 

“Tell him we almost Fucked. That's report worthy.” Dalla smirked as he watched Tobias' expression change.

“I told him you're composed.” Tobias groaned. 

“Composed. That's what we call keeping the families Heir against his will in a house far from civilization. Composed.”

Dalla nodded as he walked off, firmly holding his coffee mug. 

Tobias didn't respond, instead he reached for the disinfectant, spraying more as he focused on cleaning His cum and Tobias saliva out of the counter. 

Dalla hated that Tobias was calm, while his world was spinning. 

His head was filled with the same word since last night. “My brother's killer.” 

The thought kept getting louder and louder. He wanted to scream, to snatch Tobias' gun strapped under his waist band, and empty it into that Magazine perfect, yet unreadable face.

The sound of the alarm going off drowned his thoughts instantly. Tobias posture stiffened immediately. 

“Stay here.” He warned as he ran off, snatching his pistol from under the counter. 

“Like hell.” Dalla muttered. 

His pulse hammered in his ears, but he still followed Tobias barefoot. 

They heard a little rustling sound that made Tobias push Dalla into a corner, as he stepped out, his gun pointed in the direction the sound came from.

Dalla stayed where Tobias placed him, but he couldn't help but hope Tobias was safe. 

Shortly after, a choked gurgle and a sound of neck snapping were heard. 

He knew it was Tobias. He knew how to make people choke, whether it was in a good or bad way. 

Tobias back came into view, as he dragged the bodies to the back. He walked inside, wiping the stain of blood off his Jaw with the back of his hand, with his breathing perfectly steady like nothing happened. 

“Amateurs.” He muttered. 

Dalla exhaled, a part of him was happy Tobias wasn't hurt. He told himself it's just an Employer looking out for his employee. 

He should have felt relief, but fresh Ice settled in his veins as his burner phone vibrated in his pocket. 

He pulled it out, dread sinking in his gut almost immediately. 

It was a text from Mia. He was most definitely sure she was dead. The text were written in bold font that looked like they were bleeding down the Screen. 

“Guess who's next.”

His breath hitched immediately, the phone almost slipping out of his hands. 

He looked up, and there he was, Watching him with a Scowl on his face. 

Tobias took two steps forward, his hand reaching for the back of Dalla’s head as he leaned in. 

“Breathe.”

It felt like words that your killer would say to you before finally killing you. 

“What is that?” Tobias asked, furrowing his brows. 

“Nothing. Just letter from my multiple admirers.”

Dalla laughed, trying to hide his nervousness. 

“Liar. You look scared.” Tobias shot back, moving closer while Dalla kept retreating, till his back touched the wall. 

“Tell me what she said to you, Dalla.” Tobias's jaw twitched as he stared deeply into Dalla’s eyes. 

Dalla took the upper hand immediately, smiling viciously. 

“Make me.”