Page 191 of Property of Necro
We kill people for money, for fuck’s sake.
That money will get us a new bedroom and fix up the church. It’s what bankrolls the shit Sola hasus doin’ in town.
She’s got a vision that costs big bucks. I guess it’s a good thing we’re rollin’ in the dough, ‘cause it ain’t cheap.
Closing my eyes, I listen to Sola’s soft, sleepy sounds as Rot and Coffin continue to bicker, and before I’m about to pass out, I kiss my woman goodnight and see myself to bed, alone, downstairs.
It’s not the ending I want to a perfect day.
But it’s my life.
And knowin’ they’ve got her tucked away safe and sound makes me breathe a whole lot easier when I shut myself into the casket to sleep.
“In order for the light to shine so brightly, the darkness must be present.” - Francis Bacon.
The end…
Or is it?
Epilogue
Riding shotgun in the SUV,with Coffin behind the wheel and Rot and Necro in the back, the city lights blur by, and I damn near wiggle out of my seat at how flippin’ excited I am. We’re out together. It’s nighttime, so we don’t have to worry about Necro’s eyes and… sure, he’s wearing his mask, and people are gonna stare a whole lot, but I don’t care. We’re out together, me and my… husbands.
Gah!
I can’t believe this is my life.
Husbands.
Three of them.
Coffin sidelong glances at me and smirks. Over the back of my seat, Rot massages my shoulders. “Red. Take a breath.”
I can’t.
We’ve never done this before.
They are all dressed in black shirts, holey jeans, and leather Kings of Anarchy cuts, and I’m in a purple dresswith my signature Crocs. I haven’t seen their chests covered in ages, and while I don’t particularly like it, there’s a certain public decorum expected, and it’s not like the world wants to see my initials or name crudely carved into flesh. Which I’m sure still hurts. I mean, how could it not?
I can’t believe that happened last night.
I licked their blood and got off on it.
Talk about a total high.
I was in my body, but then I kinda wasn’t. It seems all too surreal. When I woke up this morning in Rot’s bed, I half expected to have dreamed it. But I didn’t. The scars are real, and if that wasn’t enough, my pussy and ass are sore. More sore than I think they’ve ever been, but I did get fucked within an inch of my life last night.
Even my jaw hurts, which doesn’t usually happen, even if I fall asleep with one of their cocks in my mouth, which I find myself doing more often than not as of late.
Coffin rests his big mitt on my thigh as he turns us down a side street and into what appears to be downtown, whatever this city is. It’s not big but not small either. There are real people here, bustling down the streets, popping in and out of shops and restaurants.
I’m damn near pressing my face against the passenger window like an excited puppy when he parks us in front of an old theater.
“Don’t move,” Rot orders from the back as he scrambles to get out and open my door before I can. On the curb, he offers me his upturned palm and helps me from the vehicle like a gentleman as the other two exit the truck. On the sidewalk, Coffin approaches the old-timeyticket counter in front of the brightly lit building as Necro shakes a leather vest in front of me.
He turns it around, and stitched on the back of the cut, much like theirs, is the Kings of Anarchy skull with crown emblem and the wordsProperty of Necroon a bottom rocker.
Pressing into the middle of my back, Rot urges me forward. “Be a good girl and put it on.”
