Page 31 of Twist Me

I elbowed him. I don’t know why I didn’t tell my brothers the truth about Ezello. She was a fucking cop. A pig. A rat, whatever you wanted to call it. I never kept shit from Pharoah and Judas. So why didn’t I just say it?

“So uh, new girls a…”

“A hot little ass! Yummy!” Judas interrupted me, and I heard a growl, only realizing by my brothers’ looks that it had come from my throat.

Fucking hell, this girl, indeed, was a stone in my damn side.

“Sure.”

Roe chuckled, and Judas looked over at where she sat with her friends.

“Mind if I take a crack at her this time, Lith? She’s tasty.” Judas waggled his eyebrows.

I ground my teeth together so hard I was prepared for them to chip, but I swallowed my intense anger and shrugged.

Officer Lavita was not my problem. Maybe if one of my brothers broke her in, it would curb my need for her.Judas clapped excitedly, his glasses falling down his nose, giving him a Clark Kent bad-boy look.

Roe whistled under his breath. “Careful, Judes, she’s got her little posse at the ready. Plus, this one is apparently famous for giving blue-balls.” He rubbed his balls under the table, shaking his head. “I am still sore from that damn basement encounter.”

Well, good. If Roe had given up interest, I could, too.

Judas laughed and bit his lip, looking seductively over his shoulder. “Oh, we like orgies, don’t we, baby?”

Shaking my head, I ignored his imaginary friends and tried to focus on my food. Maybe the guards or the nurses had come up with different information by now for these disappearances. I needed to find Katerina and get this damn girl off my brain and another on my dick. She would know the latest gossip and her price was usually simple enough.

Spotting her white coat and blonde bun, I sauntered over to her, not allowing myself to look over at Ezello and my bumbling brothers at her table.

“Hey, baby girl,” I purred, leaning on the frame of the doorway. “Got some information on the ghosts?”

Ghosts was a code name the guards and nurses used for missing patients to try and keep the peace with the people who were prone to freaking out.Katerina’s eyes did that girly fluttering shit, so I knew she was happy to see me. Who wouldn’t be, to be fair.

“Hi, big boy. My prices have gone up a bit, but for you, I can work something out.”

She winked at me, and I followed her to the old, unused medical room. It was where a lot of fucking happened or a lot of fucking nothing.

“So baby, open those pretty lips and tell Daddy what you know.”

The slut got on her knees and opened her mouth wide. Goddamn it. I should have said, ‘Keep your whore trap closed until you spill the fucking secrets, bitch.’ But I was guessing that wouldn’t go over too well.

She yanked at my pants, and I let her. She pulled out my dick in five seconds flat. “Needy little whore today, aren’t you?”

She moaned and started stroking me. She was fucking hot, but the zero-to-a-hundred hand lashing gave me rug burn. Ihad to grit my teeth to keep from slapping the bitch. Her rough hands didn’t feel anything like the soft touch of Zee.

“Baby wants cock,” she squealed, my ears ringing from the noise.

“Baby, you’ll get cockwhen you tell me what I need to know,” I cooed.

She pouted but finally undid her top and started talking. I watched her fake funbags bounce around with disinterest.

“The guards said the weird fuck who ate random shit was killed outside the building. She had had a broken neck from being shaken or something and was found in the lake. Probably fell or something. Now give me!”

Okay, that was a divergence from the normal pattern. Why would this female victim have her neck broken? The others had their throat slit, and now this victim was drowned in the lake adjacent to the facility?

The nurse was slamming her fist down on my dick again when the door was thrown open. Katerina blinked rapidly from the sudden bright light streaming in, but I was, too. My eyes finally focused, and what I saw absolutely stunned me, making my fun-stick hard as iron.

My Little Lamb was standing in the doorway, her tiny frame illuminated by the hall light, her brown curls haloing her head, showing us all the good little saint she was. But her brown eyes blazed with fury.

“Howdareyou, Goliath,” she said, shaking in anger. “You sick, twisted man.”

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