Page 26 of Property of Necro
It doesn’t take long for the men to fill in the empty chairs, including Rot, who stops by to smooch me on the cheek and say good morning before joining his brothers.
Once Mama’s finished, he prepares a separate plate, sets it to the side, and joins the men for breakfast. Feeling out of place, I keep to myself long after I finish my meal.
The first day is officially over, and now it’s on to day two.
Was the casket a one-time test?
Is this what I can expect each morning?
If so… I may go stir-crazy.
I’ve always kept busy. No matter where I am or what I’m doing, I like to keep moving. Idle hands equal racing thoughts, and I don’t need to dwell on what was or let anxiety creep in about what may happen. I need to find my place here, at least until I can devise a plan to get away or Dark returns to claim me. The goal may no longer be to gather intel, but my time here has to count for something.
Twiddling my thumbs, bored out of my gourd, I eavesdrop on the men as they carry on among themselves. One of them can’t wait to visit the strip club tonight. Another is getting ready to leave on a run with a few of the brothers. Before long, they’re done, and Mama starts loading the dishwasher.
Rot helps him rinse the food from the plates, and as he does, he addresses me. “How’d ya sleep, Red?”
“I slept in a casket,” I deadpan.
“I know.”
“Is that the bedroom you were going on about?” I ask, hoping that isn’t the case. If it was, he’s on my shit list for life.
“No. That was all Necro’s idea,” Rot explains, and Mama slaps him across the back of the head like an errant child. “Hey, fucker, it’s true,” he grumbles at his brother.
Heaving a sigh, Mama attempts to slap Rot across the back of the head a second time, but Rot blocks it, which earns Mama a solid punch in the arm.
“Knock your shit off,” Rot growls.
“Then seal those flappin’ lips,” Mama volleys, rubbing his battered bicep and giving Rot the stink-eye.
Pressing my lips together, I curb a smile at their antics.
“So,” I interrupt. “Am I allowed to ask what I’ll be doing? Am I supposed to sit in the kitchen all day? Not that I mind keeping you company, Mama.”
The big biker waves me off as if he’s not offended that I don’t wish to sit here all day.
“We’re gonna deliver that to Necro once we finish up here.” Rot jerks his chin at the separate plate on the island. “Then we’ll see.”
“So you knew I was coming, but you didn’t have any plans for what I was gonna do once I got here?” I ask, shaking my head. “Apart from the sex. Obviously.”
Rot tosses a kitchen towel over his shoulder. “We’re improvising.”
Right.
Improvising.
“I see that. Well, if you must know, I can’t cook for shit,but I am willing to learn,” I offer. “To be honest, I don’t know what I’m good at besides working.”
“Working over men. Gathering information,” Rot comments, handing Mama a handful of utensils he rinsed.
I shrug. “Yeah. Sure. All that.”
“Wait,” Mama interjects. “You told her we know.”
“Yes,” Rot replies, not giving a single fuck.
Mama grumbles under his breath. “That’s club business.”
