Page 136 of Property of Necro
“No, Red,” Rot chuckles softly like he thinks I’m acting cute, when really, I’m dumbstruck. “We plan to marry you. But husbands still date their wife. If they don’t, then what’s the point?”
I still.
Did he just say what I think he said?
“Rot,” I bark his name. He can’t just dump this on me.
“What?” The cheeky butthead hot boy smirks.
“Do you ever think before you speak?”
“Sometimes. Yeah. Why?”
“Because you said you plan to…” Flicking my wrist, I trail off, unable to say the words, but leave it to Rot to fill it in for me.
“Marry you? Duh. I thought you already knew that. We didn’t kidnap you and bring you home to… what? Play Monopoly? Though. We should do that, too. I’ll order it.” Picking up his phone off the dresser beside him, with his cock still very much out, Rot bites his bottom lip and concentrates on online shopping.
I turn to Coffin. “Did you know this?” If so, why didn’t he warn me? Send Morris code or write a fog message on the bathroom mirror, or something. Sheesh.
“Yes. You’re freakin’ out, huh?” He presses his lips together to stave off a smile.
Asshole.
“Yes,” I squeak, pushing my hands to my middle to quell the weirdness going haywire. I might throw up. “I’ve never dated anyone.”
He nods, listening intently. “You’re with us.”
“I know. But we…”
“Are together,” he assures.
My bottom lip wobbles, and those pesky emotional things fill my eyes. “I’m not…” I croak, trailing off.
“Aww. Christ. Get over here. Don’t cry.” Coffin ushers me over, but I don’t move.
“I’m not,” I lie, looking at the wall, sniffling.
“Yeah. Ya are. And when you’re hurting, I need to kill somethin’,” the brute grates.
“You can, you know.”
“Kill?”
Chewing the inside of my cheek, I dip my head in a shallow nod. “Yeah.”
“I know. I’ve got a short run planned next week.”
“Will you…” I trail off, unable to form the words.
“Will I what?”
“Please don’t make me say it.” Bile surges up my throat, and I choke it down.
“Ya lost me here, Sweet Cheeks.”
“Fuck them,” I force out. “Will you… fuck them?” He’s done it before. I know it happens, but I don’t want that. I don’t want to share my body with someone who shares theirs with the women they kill. Or any woman, for that matter. I just…
“No,” Coffin snaps. “Why the hell would I do that?”
