Page 133 of Property of Necro
Thirty-Six
Shaking a stern finger at Necro,Rot kicks the side of his casket, where our prez is currently recovering with the lid open. “Rule number one, no more tryin’ to kill yourself.”
Looking away like he doesn’t care we exist, Necro leans up to grab the lid and close it on himself.
Growling, Rot forces it to remain open, bends over, and gets in our brother’s face. “Fuck. You. We’re not doin’ this,” he snarls.
Closing his eyes, Necro gives us the equivalent of a child sticking their fingers in their ears. He doesn’t wanna talk. I get it. He wanted to die. He planned it out. Thanks to us, he failed, and now he’s gotta deal with the consequences of his actions. Newsflash, he’s fucked in the head. We all are. But we’re brothers, and brothers don’t give up on each other.
These are the same assholes who held me together after I killed my first woman. I was nineteen. Her name was splashed all over the front of the local paper for child abuse, but the judge went light on her sentence. I flew intoa rage and stalked her for weeks. They were there, supporting me through every step. They knew my past and what I was doing, but they understood. Not once have they tried to stifle my taste for violence or shame me for collecting trophies. They go out of their way to keep me safe and clean up my messes.
Even Sola coming into our lives was for me—for us.
Mama knew what he was doing, and Rot was dreaming of this his entire life.
Sometimes, we don’t get what we want. We get what we need.
I need Sola.
Just as I need Necro to keep breathin’ another fifty years.
He doesn’t get to die before me. We either go together, or I go first. Preferably, all four of us go, lying in bed together, in one of those sappy romantic endings, like inThe Notebook. Except in my version, it’s theEnd of Days. Wouldn’t Rot love that?
Aw. Shit.
Don’t you dare tell him I even mentioned that stupid movie. If you do, I’ll never live it down.
Anyhow, that’s enough of that mushy horseshit.
It’s been a solid week since everything happened. We spent four days at Doc’s, living in that barn. We’ve been here for the past three, trying to get Necro settled in with an around-the-clock babysitter, just in case he gets any more stabby ideas. He’s on an all-liquid diet, and Doc wants him to take it easy for about a month. I don’t think that’s gonna be hard, considering his piss-poor attitude.
What’s worse is he doesn’t remember Sola’s back. Hedoesn’t recall her finding him in the room or holding her hand. We haven’t told him she’s here or that she sleeps in the room next to his every night. She’s back in the same casket, despite us offering our beds to share. She doesn’t want to. Not yet.
Rot turns to me. With his back to Necro, he crosses both arms over his chest and tosses out a fuck-the-world attitude. “Screw him. He doesn’t deserve Sola anyhow.” Rot winks for me to play along in an over-the-top, slow-motion, face-squinty way, as if I wouldn’t get it if he just winked like a normal person. I press my lips together to rein in a chuckle.
“More pussy for us,” I reply, sounding more robot than person.
Rot rolls his eyes and delivers a solid you-suck, do-better look before obnoxiously licking his lips. “Mmmm. Yeah. She does have a nice pussy. So sweet and juicy.”
Just thinkin’ about that pussy has my cock thickening. I shake my leg to keep it from pinching. When that doesn’t work, I shove it down the inside of my pant leg. Rot quirks a brow and grins.
I clear my throat. “We should fuck her on the throne,” I suggest, sharing one of my top five fantasies. Only, it’d be Sola riding Necro reverse cowgirl. He’d be deep in her ass, and I’d use her pussy. Rot and I would take turns.
Closing my eyes, I can see it—us, her. The scent of sex and incense. She’d beg us to take her. When she’d spray us in her cum, we’d bathe in it. Drown.
Dammit.
I groan.
The lid to the casket slams shut.
Shoulders drooping in defeat, Rot blows a frustrated breath and hitches his thumb at Necro’s bed before signing.This isn’t working.
Give it time.
We need to tell him.
I snap my fingers together.No!
