Page 33 of Property of Necro
I suck the front of my teeth. “And?”
“When are you coming home?”
“Whenever I feel like it.”
“Coffin,” he drones, like a fuckin’ little bitch that makes me never wanna come home.
“Rot,” I mimic his annoying tone.
“Sola needs all three of us.”
A brittle laugh breaks free. “No. Sola needs to go back to her sisters or find her final resting place in the yard. Whichever works.” Preferably the latter.
“You don’t mean that,” Rot argues.
Oh. How wrong he is about that. “Yeah. I do,” I reply, staring straight at the dumbass so he knows where I stand.We are not the same. Rot wants a woman. I don’t. He knows this. It’s not a goddamn secret.
“Well, we need to figure out what to do with her while she’s here.”
“Orrr,” I offer. “Why don’t you break club rules and send her home? It’ll keep the Sacred Sinners off our backs and her out of our fuckin’ club. She doesn’t belong there.”
Instead of heeding a lick of my wisdom, Rot keeps on yappin’. “I showed her Necro’s office today and she didn’t freak out.”
“You what?” I pinch the bridge of my nose and shake my head at the stupidity of my brother.
Necro nods in the affirmative, then shakes his head as if he’s just as irritated by this as I am. Nothing with a pussy is allowed in his office. Not only is it his sanctuary, but it’s also where he displays all his trophies as literal wallpaper. It’s pretty fuckin’ dope if you ask me.
“You heard me,” Rot snarks, knowing I don’t need him to repeat himself.
“And?” I mock.
“She didn’t freak out.”
Yes, she did,Necro throws out, cocking his head to the side as he calls Rot on his shit.
“Fine.” He huffs dramatically. “She only kinda freaked. But she didn’t cry or anything. That counts for something.”
“You do realize this is never gonna work, right?” I address Rot to get this stupid, childish, romantic fantasy out of his mind once and for all. Men like us don’t get happily ever afters. If there are any women out there of value, they sure as fuck wouldn’t give any of us the time ofday. Nor should they. They’re left for the men who do good in the world and have money to buy them nice stuff. That ain’t us.
We’re evil men who do evil shit.
We’re the kind of men Sola has worked to take down, and now she’s sleeping with us… Well, them. My brothers. Not me. I’m never touchin’ her again.
The stubborn fucker dismisses me with a wave of his hand and forges on. “What do we do with her?”
“Lock her in her bedroom like we did with all the other women. Feed her there. Fuck her there. Simple. Then, when you’ve gotten over this stupid fantasy, send her home or kill her, whatever works.” I shrug. “I don’t care. Now, I’m busy. I’ll be home when I’m home. And keep Sola out of Necro’s office.” Stabbing my finger against the screen, I end the call, blow out an irritated breath, and toss my phone on the table.
I can’t believe they called me for that shit.
What to do with Sola?
Why would I care?
They’ve got it handled.
He wanted her. He can figure it out.
Slapping my hands on my knees, I push to stand and approach the bitch on the bed. Her eyes widen when she sees me, and I smile, waving at her like a fucking psycho.
