Page 20 of Savage Daddies

Although I haven’t met him, his presence makes life feel less lonely. He’s the hand my younger self needed to hold on to when things got tough.

And now some strange girl is accusing him of abuse…?

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The “what is wrong with you”question lingers in the air like a bad smell. Probably not the best question for Poet to ask, considering Bullwhipdoeshave a lot wrong with him.

He’s the Venom Vultures member who takes it too far sometimes.

In my opinion, he cracks that whip too much. Staring into an enemy’s eyes for too long is all it takes. Two weeks ago, we rode into the city and he slipped the whip because he, “didn’t like the look of the guy.”

He doesn’t like the look of Zoe now.

Which is strange.

Before Felix Fernando’s honorary mention, Bullwhip had glued his eyes to this girl like he had stumbled upon treasure.

Zoe shakes her head and tenses her shoulders. They’re even more rigid than before. “I need to get back.”

“What’s the hurry?” Poet folds his arms over his chest and tilts his head, staring at her. He’s been doing this ever since we found her outside panicking over that goddamn wolf spider.

Bless the creature for deciding to crawl its eight legs up her skin.

It introduced us to heaven.

Which none of us are worthy of seeing.

But still…

Fate drops parcels in front of you for a reason.

Still seated on the bed, Zoe looks up at her former teacher. “I should get back.”

“Did you run away?” I ask.

Her eyes veer over to mine. Passing out is on the cards if she keeps staring at me. Eyes like hers are no joke. They spell out danger in capital letters.

The same danger that ruined my streak four years ago.

It was a masquerade, and a mistake, and it in no way shape or form honored Sheila, my love who tragically lost her life seventeen years ago. She was stirring in her grave the night of the masquerade, and I knew it was wrong, but I dunno, my body took over and I came inside another woman.

It felt so bad.

But so good.

And it’s happening again.

Clubhouse whores provide no entertainment for me. Sure, they’re attractive women with appealing faces and things in all the right places, but their presence makes me feel empty, so it’s easy to resist temptation.

My dick twitches at the sight of Zoe.

The same way it twitched for the other woman all those years ago.

That ended in tragedy. Three days locked up in my room, and a lifetime of regret.

It can’t fucking happen again.

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