Rat King Boyfriend: Volkhard 2 (special preview)

I try to ignore his face, it bothers me. “Volkhard asked you to come here. Do you know why?”

“I owe him a bit,” he titters with anxiety. “I know that! Ha!” He huffs out then takes off his hat, smoothing back his hair. “He knows I’m good for it. I’m just having a hard time coming up with the funds right now.”

Money seems a bit of stretch to kill someone over, but I would gladly chop this man up just so I could feed his tongue to some dogs, hell, even a cat. “How much do you owe Volkhard?”

“What are you, my mother?” He sniffs, glaring down his nose at me. “Just tell Volkhard I will get it to him soon enough.” He grins as he steps closer. “Be a good girl, alright? If you do this for me, I will pay you back.”

My nose curls as he comes closer. “You can’t even pay Volkhard back.”

Once his hand touches my ass, that’s it, I don’t need much else. His wrist is broken and then he’s on his knees on the ground while I threaten to pop his shoulder out of the socket. He screams, but not for long. I stuff his handkerchief into his mouth, but somehow, his tongue still sticks out. So, I cut it off. While he bleeds, I search his pockets, finding a few valuables I can take back to Volkhard. 

I stab him in the neck right before I leave, letting him die a little faster once that artery is severed. I’ll leave him for the butcher shop, that’s probably why Volkhard had me do business there. I feed the tongue to a small gang of cats that were watching me the whole time, they seem happy. 

Once back at home, I lay the items I took from Lord Tongue Thrust and lay them on Volkhard’s bedside table while he sleeps. I wash my hands, scrub down my arms, then I take my scissors and shear off my hair, tossing the removed length into the trash. Going to bed, I see Volkhard is awake and looking through the man’s wallet.

I slip into bed and lay down, closing my eyes as Volkhard chuckles. “What did he say to you?”

“Nothing worth note,” I huff. “Tried to make it seem like offering me his dick would be worth my time.”

“Seems the drugs have ruined his charisma.” Volkhard sets the items aside. “He didn’t do anything to you, did he?”

“I never gave him the chance.” I then roll over and look up at him. “Why?”

Volkhard just looks at me, all his black eyes focused before he turns to look at the door. “As long as the job is done and you are home, that’s all that matters. Sleep well, Ludwina.” He lays back down in bed. 

I roll back over so my back is to him.

“You’ll have to tell me the fairy tale you tell Ebba, she asked for it tonight but I didn’t know it.”

I furrow my brow. “What did you read to her?” 

“I let her pick a book and it was something about birds of prey. She seemed to enjoy that.” He chuckles to himself. “But I am curious about your story.”

I close my eyes and snuggle back into the bed. “It’s my story for Ebba, it’s personal. So leave that story to me.”

“Of course, of course. Who would I be to separate a mother and child?” Volkhard sighs. “I do so enjoy having Ebba around the place,” he murmurs. “She brings a splash of sunlight in. Tell me, has she always been this way?”

“No,” I answer him honestly. “Ebba used to be a very unhappy baby. She was so quiet, she didn’t want anyone touching her or messing with her.”

“How did you deal with such a thing?”

I take in a deep breath, remembering the first day I brought Ebba home with me. She went silent as I laid her in her bed and she instantly went to sleep. It took ages for her to enjoy being held, or being kissed. I had to work with her a long time and show her my love would only be given when she wanted it, but always there. Now, she loves hugs, loves holding my hand, I just had to take the time to understand her.