Page 9 of All Your Hate

I don’t bother asking anything else about her. He never tells me much anyway.

Sex hasn’t been fun for a while now. I’ve tried everything and everyone to spice it up, but it only feels like a means to an end.

Pussy, dick, ass, mouth it all feels the same.Soulless.

Yet I can't stop seeking it out.

At least if I had what Dean has I wouldn’t have to waste my time going out for hookups.

We settle back into silence as we survey the street outside the estate of tonight’s target. We're the only ones around and it’s been that way for over an hour now. The only other car on the road is mine, parked a few feet ahead.

We’re waiting on my inside guy to give us the all-clear to head inside, but he’s taking his sweet time and I'm bored.

I’m tempted to rile Dean up by making a joke about his sex slave—girlfriend—or whatever the fuck she is to him. But he’s got one hand clutching the steering wheel like he wants to rip it off and the other running over the blade I know is in his pocket, like he’s trying to jack the thing off.

Maybe things aren’t so good for him after all. I’ll probably get a black eye if I stir the pot too much, but that’s never stopped me from running my mouth before.

“You’re acting weird,” I say.

He ignores me, his mind elsewhere.

“Dean,” I say louder this time and I punch him in the shoulder.

“What?” he groans as he turns to face me with a sour expression like I’m the one pissing him off.

I flip down the sun visor so I can use the mirror to tie my long hair up. As much as I love having it this length, it does get in the way when I’m working. Especially since Dean likes to get messy.

“Something’s off with you. You’ve been weird all night.”

“I’m just keeping lookout. Since you don’t seem to be paying any attention, one of us has to.”

Jeez, what crawled up his ass and died tonight? He’s usually eager to go and kill someone.

No, I know exactly what’s up there. I wonder if he lets her peg him? I didn’t think he was the type, then again I didn’t think he was the type to settle down either.

“Is it your girl? Things not going okay?” I try to hide my jealousy that he’s growing up at the big old age of twenty-six and settling down. Being three years older than him and not being afraid to talk to women like he usually is, I thought it would be me first. Not that I really want it to happen.

In an ideal world, we’d still be causing chaos, just the two of us, until we’re way past retirement. Then maybe we’d find ourselves some sugar babies to take care of our frail old bodies and limp dicks.

“It’s fine. We’re fine. I think...I don’t know, it's hard to tell. I’m not exactly used to needing to know how someone else is feeling.”

Shit, he really is a goner. He could at least let me meet the girl that’s stolen his heart.

“You actually care about her then? I know you said you loved her before, but I thought you were exaggerating how good the sex was. Speaking of, how is it? I’m still thinking about finding my own personal slave. Just the thought of coming home to some sweet pussy and not having to ask her how her day was or worry if I’m going to catch something sounds amazing. Makesmy balls ache already.” I make a show of adjusting my dick, pretending that the thought is making me hard. It’s definitely giving me a semi, the thought of sex always does. Sometimes I wonder if I’m addicted to it.

“I doubt you’ll find anyone good enough for your standards, Bones.”

Yeah, because I definitely have standards.

“True,” I sigh. “You want to talk about your problems then?”

“Not a chance,” he says bluntly.

I laugh at his honesty and decide to drop it.

A flash of a torchlight through the driver's side window catches my eye and I nod towards it. “Look, that's our cue.”

The large iron gates across the road creak open and we do a quick final weapons check before slipping our ski masks on.

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