Page 197 of Property of Necro
An uncomfortable silence hangs in the air as the fucker in the living room yells around his gag, still pissed I stabbed him. Tough shit, he’s gonna be a whole lot more pissed when Necro guts him alive and paints the walls in his entrails. Ya know, before he expires from blood loss like a pussy. Or passes out. ‘Cause these weak bitches tend to do that.
“Fuck, it stinks in here.” Our old lady chokes, and I grin at the sound of her voice.
Yeah. It’s not roses.
“Why am I at my old house, Coffin?” She rounds the corner with both of my brothers in tow like two puppy dogs trailing their master.
I wave her over, and she hugs me around the middle, stuffing her nose between my pecs to drown out the stench.
“You’ll get used to it.” I cup the back of her neck and hold her to me, loving this far more than I ever thought possible.
“I don’t think so. This is bad,” she grumbles against my shirt, breath soaking through the cotton.
“It’s Ted.”
“What is?”
“The smell.”
“Ew,” she chokes. “You killed him and left him here?”
“Yeah. Did you recognize the man in the chair when you walked in?”
“Maybe?” My shirt muffles her voice. “It’s been a long time. He looked familiar, but I couldn’t tell. He’s got a thing in his mouth. Now, are you gonna tell me why we’re here? I thought this was our honeymoon?”
“It is.”
Tugging my sexy wife from my chest, I spin her around, and she gags as she covers her mouth and finally spots the frail woman sitting on the chair, who has now turned to look at her.
“Oh. Hi. I’m Sola.” She tinkly waves at the lady.
The woman’s bottom lip trembles. “Hi,” she squeaks, waving back.
“We’re gonna take you far away from this place. Right?” She looks over her shoulder at me for confirmation, and I nod.
“She’s gonna be the first.”
Sola’s red-blonde brows knit in the center. “The first what?”
“You know what.”
When the reality dawns on her, Sola’s entire body flares to life. “You’re gonna let them live in our town?”
“Yeah. We’re gonna let them live in our town.”
“Really?” She dances.
“Yeah. Really.” I chuckle at her adorable enthusiasm.
“She gets a house?”
“Yeah, Sweet Cheeks, she gets a house.”
“You promise not to kill her?”
“No. I can’t promise that.”
“Coffin.” She play slaps my chest, and I seize her hand and bring it to my lips to give all those fingertips sweet kisses, like they deserve. Sola’s little gasps in response shoot straight to my dick.
