Page 110 of What I Should Have Done

Her fingers in my hair paused. “Right. Mikey mentioned that once. Did you guys just one day decide, hey, let’s compare our junk and whip them out?”

“No, Scottie. It doesn’t work like that,” Bernie replied.

I looked up, tipping my head backwards, and furrowed my brows. “Besides, why are you talking about our sex life when I remember you specifically asking me to not to say anything after the first time we fucked?”

She rolled her eyes. “Well, they already knew what we did this time.”

“We did talk first…” I muttered.

Bernie chuckled as Ford inhaled deeply. “Sure you did,” he spewed through a bite of a granola bar.

“First time? You’ve done it more than once already?” Duncan’s eyes bugged out of his head, and Scottie slapped a hand over her mouth.

I smiled to myself. “You can’t get mad at me. I didn’t say shit.”

“Hush, Blondie,” Scottie hissed through her teeth, her fingers tightening around my hair, dropping her palm from her face. “Can we please talk about something else?”

“Absolutely. I want to know what you’re going to do to Rachel,” Bernie nonchalantly brushed us off, laying flat on his back on his bedroll. Nothing but moonlight surrounded us. We should have been asleep, but this conversation, this completely carefree moment was more captivating than a few hours of rest would ever be.

“What I want to do is illegal back home,” Scottie grumbled. I chuckled, trailing my fingertips up and down the outside of her thigh.

“Damn, you two are so fucking perfect for each other,” Ford muttered.

“Me wanting to do something illegal to Rachel makes us perfect for each other? How?” Scottie asked.

“Mikey, tell her what you want to do to Reyes,” Bernie quipped.

“Why?” I closed my eyes.

Duncan chuckled to himself. “Just tell her.”

“He’s the mole and kidnapped me. Even I want to do some not so nice things to Reyes,” Scottie defended me.

“Yeah, but that’s not why Mikey wants to hurt him, is it?” Bernie said.

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “I haven’t said shit about him, so why would you think I have a different reason to be pissed about him than the rest of you?”

“Because he calls Scottie ‘squib.’ And we all know how you get about shit like that,” Duncan explained.

I sighed, exhaling slowly. “I wanna do nothin’.”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake, Mikey. You’re not going to scare her off!” Bernie argued.

“I’d like to kill him. There, happy?” I bluntly stated, leaving out the gory details I knew they were fishing for.

“I’m kinda curious,” Scottie quietly said, urging me on.

“See? Even your girl wants to know,” Duncan prompted.

Ford smacked his lips together. “What new, grotesque way has Mikey concocted to get rid of Reyes?”

Scottie’s fingers clenched down on my hair and she wiggled my head. “Come on.”

“Fine,” I grumbled, shaking free of her grip. She resumed her mindless massage. “I’d like to gouge his eyeballs out and feed them to him. Then, I’ll cut his dick and balls off and stuff his ball sack up his nose so he can’t breathe and shove his own dick up his ass. If it’s too small to hurt, I’ll chop his fingers off and add them to the lineup. Only when he’s screaming for me to stop, will I rip his shit-covered dick out and force it down his throat to shut him up. While he chokes on his junk, I’ll cut his toes, ears, and tongue off, too, maybe electrocute him a few times, and then watch him bleed to death. There? Happy?”

Crickets.

Despite being in the desert, surrounded by soldiers and movement that kept the usual night crawler sounds at bay, I could’ve sworn crickets chirped.

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