Page 196 of Property of Necro
Nodding, I gesture for him to show me this fuckwad. We follow Wolf inside, and just as Dark said, he’s tied to a chair in the middle of the living room, naked, with his fat, hairy belly covering his privates. His tits are just about as big as Sola’s.
Christ, he’s a fat fucker.
Not that there’s anything wrong with bein’ big.
But this is… revolting.
Plus, he’s a goddamn pedophile.
Skinny, fat, don’t matter. Sick is fuckin’ sick, and this man…
“Where’s the woman?” I ask as I pull my blade from my boot, approach the sweaty pig, and stab it straight into the top of his thigh.
Not likin’ it so much, he squeals like a pig, too, his eyes going round, as he struggles in the chair, and his fat wiggles like hairy Jello.
Wolf rests his back against the wall by the door. Crossing both arms over his chest, he inclines his head toward the kitchen at the rear of the house.
Rodger that.
“Keep an eye on him,” I order Rot as I seek out the one person I asked to be here for Sola.
Giving my old lady an actual honeymoon was never gonna happen, not with the club and havin’ Necro as our prez. We don’t have the time, and he doesn’t like people. There’s no beach vacation in the cards for people like us. But there is something better, for her, a wedding gift of sorts. We discussed it at length that we’re gonna let her turn our sleepy, rundown town into a home for women like her.
I already told Necro and Rot that if these fuckin’ bitches piss me off, they will join the others in my graveyard, but as of right now, I’m tryin’ to do things right. That means giving my woman what she needs, which is some ladies around, while we help them acclimate to a new life in a safe place, away from anyone who could ever do them harm again. The brothers all voted on it. It was a unanimous yes.
We’re breathing life back into Kings Cursed, and it all starts with this woman.
I find her sitting in the kitchen on a wooden chair, staring out the back window, into the pitch-black night. She hears me coming, so she doesn’t startle when I approach, but I keep a solid distance, ‘cause I’m not keen on women, and most of them ain’t too keen on me neither.
“We’re gonna kill him. Then take you some place safe,” I vow, keepin’ the growl from my voice for her sake.
She nods blankly as if all the life has been drained from her world, or she doesn’t believe me, which is fine. She doesn’t have to. It doesn’t make what’s about to happen any less true.
I don’t know this woman’s story. Nor do I care. But when I stalked and then murdered that piece of shit husband of Sola’s, I saw this woman multiple times. After looking through his bedroom window and finding them fucking her together, while tying her to the bed, my plan sorta formed before I even got a chance to change my mind.
I had to help her.
Which ain’t my thing.
But my wife and all her goodness must be rubbing off on me, or some stupid shit.
Anyhow…
Here we are.
Rot pops his head into the kitchen. “This her?”
I nod. “Yep.”
“She got a name?”
“You got a name?” I ask, and she shrugs. Her skin’s pale, sickly, and damn near hanging off her bones. Herhair’s dull brown, and those eyes are nothing more than dark pools of haunted with purple bags hanging underneath.
“If she ain’t gonna talk to us, you think we should wake our old lady now?” Rot checks, giving me the chance to decide.
“Sure. She should probably meet the fucker we plan to kill. Maybe she recognizes him.”
Rot hums and disappears as I wait.
