Page 17 of Property of Necro
So what if I can’t stop lookin’ at her? If you had a sexy redhead who sucks cock like a sexual goddess, you’dwanna keep her too. I can barely believe she’s real, let alone she put my dick between those lips. Damn.
“She’s prettier than her pictures,” Mama comments.
“I know.” Far prettier. Dark didn’t do her any justice. He said she was cute. Not… perfect.
“They hate that.” Mama wipes his hands on a towel.
“I know that, too.” If she were ugly, if she had something wrong with her, a flaw, something, they wouldn’t act like this. The fact that they are tells me plenty.
Mama grinds pepper into his oversized pot. “Prez is gonna punish her. They both are.”
My shoulders sag. “I know.” It’s gonna be ugly, but it’s what they do. It’s who they are.
“You’re gonna have to let them, or she won’t last.”
I sigh. “She has to last. This one has to count.” If we can’t keep Sola, we don’t deserve any woman.
Mama hums as if he agrees. “Coffin’s gonna bleed her.”
“I know.”
“She’s tough. She can handle it,” Mama reassures, far more confident than me.
“Let’s hope so.”
Resting my hip against the counter, I watch Worm, a prospect, slip into my vacant seat beside Sola. His arm stretches across the back of her chair. Keeping her head down, still wearing nothing but my black t-shirt, she doesn’t reply when he speaks to her.
Worm’s fingers brush over her shoulder.
There’s a crash of a chair.
A snarl.
Mama chuckles. “Watch this,” he sings as Coffin rounds the table and rips Worm’s arm off Sola’s chair. The young,barely of-age kid, looks up, eyes wide in surprise, just as Coffin pulls a blade from his hip holster and slices the two fingers he touched Sola with clean off. Blood gushes from the wounds as the severed digits bounce onto the floor like props from a horror movie.
One Mississippi.
Two Mississippi.
I count in my head to see how long it takes for Worm to…
A scream erupts as he grips the injury and tries to staunch the bleeding, as a wide-eyed Sola watches him tremble in shock.
“Get out of my fuckin’ sight,” Coffin seethes, shoving the probie onto the floor.
Nodding like a bobblehead doll, tears streaming down his cheeks, Worm collects his missing fingers and scrambles from the room.
“Someone go help the idiot before he bleeds to death,” Coffin demands and snaps his fingers at the gore on the floor. “And someone else clean this fuckin’ mess up. Let this be a lesson to all of you. Don’t touch Necro’s property.”
Turning on his heel, my brother thunders through the doorway between the kitchen and our dining hall, his blade still out, dripping with Worm’s blood.
“Not a fuckin’ word.” He points the tip of the blade at me, then swings it to Mama. “From either of you assholes.” Then he goes to the sink to clean it.
Pressing my lips together, I exchange looks with our VP. He raises his eyebrows, and a slow smile creeps across his face. It’s gone a moment later when Coffin spinsback around and points his now spotless knife at me. “Go check on her. Make sure she’s okay.”
What do I do?
Nothing.
