Page 30 of Ferocious Nightmare

"But what if--"

"What if nothing," I waved her off. "It's not like we're putting a dead body on the front doorstep. It's just a little paint."

She didn't answer me, and Dante began to walk closer.

“Come on," I whispered conspiratorially, and we both watched Tatiana step up to the building, a thoughtful look on her face. “Don't you want some kind of revenge for the way Nero’s treated you?"

Marie watched Tatiana begin to spray red arches across the wall, still uncertain. "He makes me choke on his dick."

Her words brought back a flash of how I'd choked on Coulter's cock days ago. Except that brought a blush of pink to my cheeks and a pleasure at the thought of doing it again, unlike the disgusted look she was giving me.

"See? Even more reason to do it.” I nodded solemnly. “They may have power over us, but we don't have to lay down and take it."

“They’ll only respect us if we make them,” Tatiana agreed, still painting.

Marie and I stared at each other, and a smile crept up her face. “You’re right.” She grabbed the green capped paint from her bag and pulled off the top, tilting her head to the side. "What should I say?"

"Whatever you want. Just nothing too obvious."

At this, Dante's hand was gripping my arm, insistently pulling me down the block. "Excuse me, I need to speak to Aster. Privately."

I gave Marie a hand wave, assuring them I was okay and to go on without me, before following him down the street.

"What are you doing?" he ground out when we were out of earshot.

“Duh. It's called kicking Nero's ass in so many annoying ways that he doesn’t have time to look at what Coulter's doing," I hissed, annoyed that he was even asking. "And this is only the beginning. I know that Coulter is doing other stuff to take him out, but I want Nero to be so overwhelmed with stupid that he can’t even think.” I nudged him playfully. “Come on, we talked about this. It’s just like the guards, it’s been working so far, hasn’t it?”

Dante didn't answer, but studied me, his posture stiff and eyes narrowed. He looked like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to lock me back up in my room or throttle me here on the street.

“This will work. I promise. I've learned this from the best. My dad pulled this kind of thing all the time when he ran his campaigns. Where do you think I learned it?”

He pinched his lips together, swearing under his breath. "I should call Coulter."

“Sure, sweetheart, go tattletale on me to your boss,” I watched him punch angrily on his phone. “But remember, he's with Nero.”

Scowling, Dante shoved his phone back in his pocket. I pulled out a can of pink spray paint and held it towards him. "Wanna help?"

“Excuse me?”

"Too girly of a color? Pink is considered a masculine color in Africa, you know.”

“Aster.” He shook his head. “Just do it quickly.”

"Fine, but you're missing out." I grinned, turning around and skipping off again. “You’re the best, you know?”

He didn’t answer me and I didn’t wait for one. Instead, I joined Marie and Tatiana. Marie had painted a big dick, and Tatiana was painting a man’s face, giving it a blow job.

“Woah, that’s amazing,” I stared at it enviously, adding a bit of cum at the tip, then scooted down to start my own painting. As Marie wrote out ‘fuk you’ in big bubble letters, a scarily angry and determined look on her face, I drew a big pink rose.

It was a sort of homage to my sister.

It was because of dicks like these men that took me not only away from my birth family, but also drove us three remaining sisters apart.

I suddenly missed my Papa. He'd been a good father, even though he wasn’t my biological dad. From what I understood, I'd been the only one of the three of us who'd landed in a good home, and I felt incredibly lucky about that.

I pulled my cell from my pocket, and swiped through my photos. My favorite one of him was when we'd gone to the pyramids near Mexico City. We were standing at the top of one of them, with the whole world below us.

I'd felt invincible that day, with his arm around me and a wide grin that betrayed his love for me.