Page 23 of Vile Boys

He rips open the fridge and grabs the egg sandwich without even asking if it’s okay to eat them, and he tears open the package and goes to town on them. He eats like an animal devouring prey, unpretty, disgusting, actually.

“Can you at least use a fork? Peasant,” I say, throwing him one.

“A fork? On a sandwich?” He scoffs. “You’re ridiculous.”

“You eat like a pig,” I retort as he rams the fork into the sandwich and picks it up from the counter, shoving it into his mouth in one go. “Good God, can you get any filthier?”

“Oh, you don’t even wanna know.” He snorts a little too loud to my liking.

I sigh out loud. “Darling, what are you hiding?”

“Nothing,” he mumbles, grabbing himself a drink too.

I plant my hands on the counter. “You came home fumbling like an idiot, and you’re distracted as hell. What. Are. You. Hiding?”

He chugs down some juice and throws away the empty carton. “We found the girl.”

Now he’s got my attention.

“You know her name?”

“Oh, I don’t just know her name.” He paces around. “I know where she lives. I know what she wears when she sleeps. I know what she looks like when she plays with herself.”

My eyes widen. “What? Are you insane?”

“Yup. Definitely.” He stops momentarily to stare at me. “Don’t tell Ares.”

“But you two were looking for her at that party, right? He knows you were there.”

“Yeah, and I think he toyed with Crystal at the party.”

Crystal…

What a precious name for a precious jewel.

“Because when she got home, she got under the shower immediately and then started getting herself off in bed.”

“How did you find her?”

“Followed her, then snuck up onto the fire escape behind her sorority.”

I slap my own face and rub my forehead, but then I’m reminded itcreases your skin and ages you, so I stop immediately. “You could’ve been caught.”

“I know, but I wasn’t. Well, maybe.” He taps his fingers against each other. “I may have actually shot my cum against her window.”

I burst. “What?!”

“Shh!” Caleb hisses. “Not so loud.”

“You left evidence at a crime scene, and you’re expecting me not to get pissed off?” I growl. “Darling, you should know better, honestly.”

“Fuck off with your ‘darling.’ I did what I wanted. Who are you to judge, Mr. Fucking-all-holes-he-can-get-his-dick-into?”

“I would be mildly offended if it wasn’tyouwho was saying it,” I spit back.

He smirks. “Then you can’t blame me for being a little raunchy.”

“Still, that girl watched us kill, and now you went over to her house and left spunk all over her window? If she calls the police, we’re done for.”

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