Page 102 of Property of Necro
“You can say that again. Who’s that hunk of a tall, beef stick?” Cell slams her hands on her desk and gets up close and personal with her monitor. So close, I expect her to lick the screen. Not that I blame her.
“Cell.” I chuckle at her ridiculousness, feeling lighter than I have in weeks.
“What? You were living with these men, and you left?”
“I didn’t want to leave.”
“Ah. It all makes sense now. That’s why you’re sad,” Kali throws out. “If you didn’t want to leave, then why did you?”
“They didn’t want me anymore.”
My eyes zero in on Coffin’s pec. It looks different.
“Cell,can you zoom in?”
“Duh. Where? On their junk?”
“No.” I laugh at her overeager love of dick. “On his chest. Right there.” I point to it and Cell, the whiz she is, gets up and personal with Coffin’s pec and…
I…
I…
“What the fuck?” I hiss at the mark.
“What is that?” Cell cocks her head to the side, full of cute innocence, and tries to make out the tattoo on his chest.
Tattoo.
Yes. A tattoo.
He got tattooed.
When did he have time to do that?
Oh. Right.
When Kali’s man was out cleaning up his murderous ways. Unlike Necro and Rot, he leaves their church and goes on runs.
Cell looks at me to fill in the gaps.
“It’s a tattoo,” I point out.
“But it’s red and looks like something bit him.”
“I bit him.” Right there. On his chest. The place he tattooed with my teeth marks. I can’t believe that’s there.
“Wait.” Cell lifts her hand and rolls her chair away from the desk to look at me like I’m a hydra with multiple heads. “You. Bit. Him. Him? Like him on the screen, him? You did that?” I see the cogs turning in her mind, trying to compute that I, the freckled redhead who wears Crocs, am freakier than she thought. Not that we know each other all that well, and I didn’t bite him in the heat of passion.
“Yes. Me. They. Them. There are three of them,” I explain evenly. “We were… Kind of friends, kind of fuck buddies. I don’t know what we were. But he was one of them.” I nod toward the screen.
“You were. Wait.” Cell’s cheeks turn the shade of a firetruck as she raises her hand and breathes out like she just ran a marathon. “You… Oh. My… Gawd! Did you get both of those dicks at once?”
“No. Not like you think.”
Her eyes round so wide I’m concerned they may pop out of their sockets. “What do you mean? Not like I think?”
“I sucked one as the other… you know.” I gesture for her to fill in the blanks so we can stop talking about this.
