Page 198 of Property of Necro
“What?” I nip the tip of her ring finger and grin, knowing what this does to her.
“He promises to do his best,” Rot chimes in, trying to be helpful.
“Okay,” Sola croaks, swallows hard, and pulls her hand from mine, that she then uses to fan her face. “I can work with that. Thank you. Thank you all. I can’t believe you’re gonna let me do this.”
Of course, we’re gonna do this.
Just to see her smile.
To make her happy.
Fuck.
I adore my wife.
“I… I have a dog,” the other woman whispers. “Can I bring him?”
“Yes. Of course,” Sola says, then whips her head to Necro. “She can bring her dog, right?”
Prez, who’s definitely smiling behind his mask, nods once.
“He said yes.” Sola does a tiny little dance, and her Crocs squeak across the grimy linoleum floor.
The woman has a little gap between her two front teeth when she smiles. The tiniest glimmer of light flickers inher eyes. “I-I’m… Mia.”
“I love your name,” Sola says, brimming with excitement.
“Um. Thanks.” Looking away, the woman tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
Sola faces me. “You’re gonna kill that man, right?” She glances at the doorway.
“Yes, Sweet Cheeks. That’s the plan.”
“Can you keep his cock, too?” she asks, surprising the fuck outta me.
“What?”
“He was her abuser. I can tell. Just like Ted was mine.” She turns to Rot. “You can preserve it like you did Ted’s, right?”
“Of course, I can, Red. Is that what you want?” my brother responds.
“Yes. She may not want it right now, but maybe she will later, when she’s healed some. I don’t want to miss the opportunity.”
Turning on his heel, Necro marches from the room, and I know without a shadow of a doubt what that asshole is doing. “Don’t! That cock is mine!” I holler, racing after him. But it’s too late.
Necro’s got the fat bastard knocked backward on the floor, which pushes up his gut, and he pulls his knife from his boot and slices straight through the appendage. The man yowls and passes out as blood shoots like a geyser right out of the hole in his body.
Necro tosses the cock to Rot, who catches it and stuffs it into a baggy full of ice, that I have no idea where he got that from.
Wolf, who hasn’t left his post against the wall, snickers. “This is the best entertainment I’ve had in ages.”
“Yeah. We’re a hoot,” I deadpan.
Rot rolls his eyes. “Stop bein’ a baby. Necro is entitled to cut off someone’s cock.”
“But I’m the one who did all the work,” I sniff and flip him off.
Rot rolls his eyes. “This isn’t about you. This is about Sola and that woman… Mia.”
