Page 18 of Wicked Little Nightmare

“I don’t know! Lakey, I swear to God, I don’t know! Cam, help me out here!” Sweat broke out over his brow as she walked closer, stepping up behind him and running her fingertip across his chest before flicking him in the back of his head.

“Now, now, Edward. I know that can’t be true. And if it is, I suggest telling me where I can find out.”

“Why?” His voice was so Goddamn whiny. “What do you want with me? With them?”

“I told you. We just wanna talk.” Her voice was ever so sweet as she leaned in, her hand now resting on his shoulder. “You can be a good boy and tell me, or I can make you talk.”

Ah, there it is.The knife was pulled out and trailed lightly across his neck. A thin red line appeared immediately in it’s wake and Edward, at least, had the decency not to make a damn sound.

Honestly, watching her like this was hot as fuck. Normally, she hunted my conquests on her own. I’d only joined her a couple times, but this… I could get used to this. I’d killed people in the joint, a few greasy fucks at the club, but doing it together? A perfect date night.

“Fuck, FINE, fine. Just… Cam, please? Get her away from me!”

I don’t know why he thought I’d show mercy, but I did want answers. I sighed, standing up, my feet thumping across thehardwood as I walked to Lakey. “Baby girl, let him talk. We need this info more than we need him dead.”

She whirled around to face me and for a minute, I thought she would stab me, until she saw my face and winked. “Yeah, okay. Okay, that sounds good.”

She danced on her tip toes towards the windows, looking outside as she asked the question again.

“They’re in the next block. Big fancy house. 6470 or something. There will be a black truck and an older style ‘Vette in the driveway.” He scratched at his stubble. “Wait, no, it’s 6471”

Lakey turned towards him. “Are you sure, Eddy? Cuz Cam is gonna go check and if you’re lying, I’m gonna peel your face from your body.”

I nodded and headed towards the door.Interesting that Skeeter has, once again, given me false info.I was going to seriously have a talk with that guy. He told me they were out of town. Naughty, naughty.

Starting my bike, I drove slowly around the bend, and up the next street, parking between 6470 and 6471. By now, people should have been getting up for the day, so it was just a waiting game. 6471 did indeed have the cars Edward said they did, but that didn’t mean much. Turns out memories are just as shitty as IT information these days.

Peering into 6470, the lights flickered on, and a tall, burly man came into view, clutching the hand of a heavily overweight woman before sitting her at the table. Nah. Not them.

Turning my gaze to 6471, my breath caught as none other than good old Billy came strolling down the driveway, hopping into the truck and reversing like a maniac before tearing down the street.

Gottem.

Eight: Lakey

We waited in relative silence while Cam was gone. Edward tried to make small talk, but quite frankly, I didn’t give a fuck enough to answer. Stupid shit like ‘how are you’ and ‘what have you been doing’.

Who gives a fuck? What does he want me to say?

I kill people for fun. Or something more tame, like, I work at a strip club now? Like, honestly. What the hell does this pedo want from me?

“Lakey, I’m trying here.” He implored, leaning forward in his seat. There was this kind of eagerness in his eyes. Almost like if he tried to humanize me, or get me to humanize him, I wouldn’t lop his dick off and make him eat it.

I flicked my knife back and forth in my hand, savoring the cool metal against my skin. “What for? You didn’t give a fuck aboutme when that tiny dick of yours was near my body, so why the fuck do you care now?”

He grimaced and leaned back, before his eyes roamed to the missing photo on the mantle. Blood filled my mouth as I saw his pants tent ever so slightly.

I stomped towards him, pointing the knife straight between his eyes. “You get off on that picture? Is that what it is?” My voice rose to a fever pitch as I started screaming at him.

Without thought, my hand found my second knife and I brought them both up, slashing through his chest, tearing the flesh from his body in a large X. Blood spurted from his wounds as his jaw went slack.

“Wha…” His eyes filled with fear before rolling back.

“Oops.” I bit my lip and glanced around the room. I didn’t have time to clean this up. Cam was going to be pissed I killed Ed without him here to watch. Damnit. I hadn’t lost control like that in years.

As if on cue, Cam strode in the door, slamming it shut behind him. “Yeah, he was…”

He stopped talking, his eyes fixated on the dead fuck in the chair and me still sitting on his lap, casually wiping my blades off on his shirt.

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