Page 23 of Property of Necro
“I hope she never lets you touch her again.” I two-finger point at Coffin.
He smirks as if he finds my outburst funny. “She doesn’t have a choice, brother. If I wanna touch her. I’ll touch her.”
Asshole.
There’s a soft knock on the door. Coffin steps away long enough for Necro to welcome himself inside. He saunters over and drops into his favorite chair in the corner of my room, rests his foot on his knee, and gestures for me to get on with it with the cocky wave of his hand.
“Fuck you!” I spew.
You wouldn’t have let her sleep in her bedroom,he signs.
“You don’t know that.”
The dickhead cocks a brow.
Fine. I wanted her to sleep with me. We could easily share my bedroom. So what if it’s not part of the rules? She’s not like the other women.
“Where is she?” If he says in one of the cells, I’m gonna douse him in gasoline and light his body on fire. Maybe I’ll roast marshmallows while I’m at it. Not that he’d feel a damn thing. He’d probably like it, the sick fuck.
In the room next to mine,Necro replies.
Stunned, my mouth opens and closes like a fish. “Y-you put her in your spare casket?” No woman has seen any of Necro’s caskets, let alone slept in one.
He nods once.
Holy hell.
Focused on his purple mess of yarn, Mama chuckles.
“Did she go willingly?” I test, crossing both arms over my chest.
Necro raises his hands. There are little red scratcheseverywhere. Unbuttoning his pants, he tugs down the lip of his jeans and shows us where a massive bruise is forming just above his cock.
Damn.
I snicker, proud of Sola for trying to hand him his ass. “You deserved it.”
Again, the fucker nods, runs a palm over his shaven head, and then smiles. Sure, you can’t see the smile behind the mask. It’s in the eyes and cheeks. When your best friend covers half his face for nearly two decades, you learn to read his subtle expressions.
“Now what?” I ask.
We see if she lives,Necro signs, fastens his pants, gets out of the chair, and approaches me. He cups the back of my neck and forces my forehead to his. Gazes locked, I blow out a breath, and he squeezes my nape, willing me to chill the hell out.
I can’t help that I want to keep her, or that I worry they’ll ruin everything before it’s even started. Sure, I’m the dreamer. I get carried away sometimes. It’s always been that way. When our foster dad hooked us up with a biker friend of his, and we were handed this rundown, abandoned town to hide the worst of ourselves from the public, I dreamed of what it would look like for us. It always included a woman—just one. The vision of her was obscure. Every time another female was delivered by van or stalking Coffin back to Kings Cursed, I hoped that one, just one, would be redeemable enough that we could keep her.
Now, here we are…
I wasn’t kidding when I said Sola was different.
She’s the best thing that’s ever walked through the doors of this cursed church… Let’s hope Necro and Coffin see what I do before it’s too late.
Chapter
Ten
Pointing my toes,I groan and stretch in a pitch-black box lined with silk. At least it’s warm. Reaching out, I run my fingers across the padded lid. I can’t believe Necro put me here.
Jerk.
