Page 124 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
We owned every inch of this property. From the hidden cameras in the corner of every room, to the secret entrance in the back left wall. Every brick, tile, and wall in this house was ours. Georgia was just the rat we trapped inside.
“Yeah, that’s it, Sunshine,” Ravi purred. “You keep that shit nice and bare for us.”
I was going to kill him.
“Why’d he get to go in the bathroom?” Levi whined.
“Because you can’t control your dick,” Slater hissed. “You’d be in the corner jerking it like some crazed pervert and blow our cover.”
That wasn’t why, regardless of how true it was. Ravi just happened to pick the bathroom first. I wouldn’t have cared if Levi was in there. In fact, I would prefer it. If he touched Georgia, then I would have a reason to smack the shit out of him.
Don’t get me wrong, Levi gave me plenty of reasons to slap him around, but according to my father, stupidity was not a valid excuse for violence, especially against a fellow Society member.
“Fuck me,” Ravi quietly growled. “The things I could do to that ass.”
“Is she playing with herself?” Levi asked.
Was he trying to torture me, or was he just stupid? “How about you all shut up before she hears us.”
If we were going to announce that we were here, then we may as well have walked through the front door instead of wasting time sneaking in.
“Ten four, good buddy,” Levi popped his head up over the loveseat and gave me a salute. “Going on silent mode.”
What the fuck was that? All he had to do was shut up. We weren’t playing Spec Ops secret mission.
Slater snorted. “You play too much Call of Duty.”
“I think you’ll find my Call of Duty skills are quite useful in this situation.”
What skills? His head was in plain view. The twisted smile on Levi’s clown mask grinned back at me like a crazy psycho getting ready to eat my face. Go figure, he would pick that mask. I hated clowns almost as much as I hated Levi.
“Levi,” I snarled and motioned for him to get the fuck back behind the loveseat.
He gave me another salute and ducked back down.
I was working with a bunch of morons.
Shaking my head, I settled back into the shadows and waited for the last three minutes to tick by. Adrenaline surged through me the closer we got to go time. I’d been waiting for this all day.Georgia thought she got one over on me when she kneed me in the nuts, but all she did was piss me off. I couldn’t wait to see her on her knees.
By the time the clock rang out its first chime, my dick was so hard it hurt. This shit was my secret kink. Everyone had one, and I didn’t mean in the sexual sense. These kinks were the twisted things that people enjoyed.
Zoe’s need to tear down other women was a perfect example. Other people might laugh when that kid fell at the playground or sit in their window with popcorn while their neighbors argued.
Of course, most people wouldn’t admit to liking these things. What kind of heartless fiend would laugh while a kid was crying? Fortunately for me, I didn’t care about being seen as a good man. Good men were pussies who didn’t have the balls to take what they wanted. I didn’t have that problem.
The clock struck ten, and I hit the button on my phone, killing power to the house.
Everything went dark. A few seconds after that, the shower turned off. Then nothing.
I always found it funny how quiet the world felt when the electricity turned off. The ambient noises we heard every day—like the hum of the refrigerator—disappeared. We didn’t notice them when they were there, but we sure noticed when they were gone. Deafening silence.
When the world was so quiet that it was loud, and that lack of sense made everything else feel bigger. The darkness, the house, the uncertainty. The hairs on the back of your neck stood on end at the sudden unnaturalness of your world.
Of course, I didn’t have that problem. All our masks had night vision. But the silence… that was still there. Filled only by the soft pitter-patter of Georgia’s feet as she shuffled out of the bathroom.
I stayed where I was and watched as her hand snaked around the doorframe and patted the wall. She inched along, searching for something. The bathrobe hanging a few feet to her left, maybe? Not that I would let her get to it. I was enjoying how she looked. Skin glistening and still wet with nothing but a towel wrapped around her.
She slapped her hand on the wall and whispered, “Where is it?”
