I want the K!!
- 31: RAGE Kiss
It’s a job gone sour; rotten from within, disloyalty among his ranks. Someone betrayed him, someone dared turn a client against him. He was furious! Foreign curses slipped passed clenched teeth as he paced Serenity’s cargo bay-- a place he’d retreated to, finding sanctuary while he figured out a way to restructure-- to cut the decay from the organization he’d built.
His gorram life’s work!
How dare his own men turn against him, after all he’d done!
Anger sat hot in his chest, swelling up with each thought, each suspicion on just who could’ve done it, but his was a world of cutthroats and deceptions; liars and crooks, hired guns for the right amount of coin--
How could he have expected loyalty when the highest bidder ebbs the rest?
An unsettled thought stops him in his tracks; expression shifting from anger to resentment to doubt-- and there, sat a few feet from him, Jayne had quietly let Badger rage while he cleaned his gun.
Would his ‘loyalty’, too, be bought from him?
Bitterness rises like bile in his stomach; mixing sickly with the anger in his chest.
“Want me to kill ‘em for you?” The question comes so casually from the mercenary that Badger stalls in his steps, gaze lifting to watch a man gaze down the length of his weapon, discerning any imperfections he might’ve missed in something so routine.
There’s no hesitation in the offer, no doubt, and though he’s loathed to read more into it, it almost seemed like a favor.
Badger stepped closer to Jayne, focused now on what to do next with his troublesome group of henchmen. “I don’t want t’ kill them, no--” Another step, thoughts tangling up with every awful deed to be done, “I want t’ teach them a lesson. Make sure they know exactly who they’re dealin’ with.”
Jayne’s set Vera aside in favor of something new, fingers reaching out, smile slowly pulling at the corners of his lips. “Well that-- I reckon I can do that, too.”
Badger can’t help the breath that escapes him; what fool he was for the slim hope of loyalty-- of something more, when here, with strong hands lifting to curl around the nape of his neck, is one paid for services rendered.
Oh, how greedy he is to want more...
He leans in; sealing those lips against his own though anger still settled in his chest. He bites, tugs, wants, and Jayne responds, taking over a dictated kiss before putting an abrupt end to it.
“Now stop pacin’. You’ll wear a hole in the gorram floor.”
