Page 22 of Panic-Button
“Like I give a shit.” That was his problem. I didn’t tell him to fly out here.
“Come on,” he whined.
It was time to try a different tactic.
I shrugged and walked up the steps. “Your funeral.”
That made him stop.
“What do you mean my funeral?”
“You’re about to get on a plane with a guy that kidnapped a girl.”
“So?”
Idiot wasn’t getting it.
“A girl that just so happens to be your girl’s friend,” I explained. “I don’t think Shelby would take too kindly to that.”
“Who says she has to know?”
I looked him dead in the eyes and said, “If you get on this plane, then I do.”
“You wouldn’t.”
Yes, I would. He knew I would. I didn’t give a shit about Shelby. Besides, what the fuck was she going to do? Pretty sure her boyfriend wouldn’t have a problem if I put her in a cage. Which would be the only way he’d get a piece of ass if she found out about this shit. Fuck it. I’d throw Riley in the mix as well. The girl might learn some manners if she were locked up for a while.
Logan eyed me for a second before holding up his finger and said, “You win this round.”
I won every round.
Satisfied, I climbed the last few steps and nodded at the attendant to close the door. When his eyes dropped to the girl in my arms, I thought I might have an issue. But he kept his mouth shut and did what he was told.
Smart man. Wouldn’t stop me from taking him out when we landed. Or the pilot. Rule number one for people in my line of work…no loose ends.
I wove through the seats, heading for the small bed in the room in the back. Where I carefully placed my pretty little captive. She seemed to like it. Marnie sighed and snuggled into the pillow.
I couldn’t stop staring at the way her eyes fluttered under her closed lids. Did she have the same fluffy rainbow dreams as other girls, or were hers filled with darkness and death like mine?
My entire life was spent getting sideways glances from people. I could smell the fear when I walked into a room. No one truly knew what I was capable of, yet they were all afraid of it. Well, everyone except for Logan. Perhaps that was why the thought of ending his life had never crossed my mind because, on some level, he understood me.
I sat down on the edge of the bed and traced my finger along my Bird’s delicate jawline. She was so small and sweet. The type of girl any man would kill to taste, but she was mine to feast on. Mine to fuck, mold, and lead into the depths of depravity.
Did she know what she was? Could she feel the need to feed clawing inside her? I saw it there, hiding under the glimmer of satisfaction on her face. She got off watching that guy overdose.
Parker had the same beast, but my brother wasn’t willing to accept it. Marnie was on the precipice. All it would take to send her off the edge was the right push.
“Should I set you free, Little Bird?” That was the real question.
Should I help her soar or keep her in a cage, all for myself?
Seeing her dose that guy was so fucking hot. I’d never been more turned on in my life. The look on her face was permanently burned in my mind. I’d be jerking off to that image for years. Then again, why would I use a memory when I could fuck the real thing?
My eyes trickled over the dried blood staining her cheek to a spot dotting her bottom lip.
I bent over, sucking her lip into my mouth before I could stop myself. An intoxicating concoction of blood and sweetness made my dick twitch. I groaned as the flavor flowed across my tongue. Nothing had ever tasted better.
For two years, I’d waited to touch this girl.
