Page 66 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
They were both wars, so to speak. One involved victory in battle, while the other was all about mind games. And I was good at mind games.
My phone dinged with a text, and I couldn’t help but smirk. I knew who it was before I looked at the screen.
Issac: Ravi, you motherfucker.
I guess Issac was out of the shower. Hope he enjoyed his cold shower cause his temperature was about to rise. If only he could jerk off. Sucked to be him.
Issac: I’m gonna kill you.
Me: You seem upset about something.
I couldn’t possibly imagine why.
Me: Are you feeling a little pent-up?
To say Issac was a formidable foe would be an understatement. The prick was a stubborn, controlling, egotistical bastard who wouldn’t bend if his own life was on the line.
The trick to pulling his strings was to make him think it was his idea, which wasn’t an easy task to accomplish. However, in this case, I had an advantage. A five-foot fuck-all green-eyed advantage.
Issac could pretend he didn’t want Georgia all he liked. However, I saw how he looked at her. He didn’t like her, but his dick did. After he kicked her out of the room, the bastard stood in front of the window and watched her run away.
Then, he went to have a cold shower, probably to get rid of his hard-on. That was one thing he couldn’t hide from me. I liked dick almost as much as I liked pussy, and Issac had a nice dick. I considered bottoming once or twice just so I could taste it.
Issac: You son of a bitch.
Hey now.
Me: If you’re going to call my mother a bitch, at least slap her first.
I didn’t know much about the woman who birthed me, but I knew my stepmother. She was a masochist who had no morals, at least she didn’t the night Slater and I fucked her. There may have been some alcohol and a little GHB involved, but thanks to that video, we now had someone on the inside who told us everything the old man was up to.
Issac: Did you take Georgia’s bag?
That didn’t take long for him to notice. What did he do? Get out of the shower and immediately go looking for it?
Me: Sure did.
He should’ve known better than to leave me alone with it. What did he think was going to happen?
Me: I left you a keepsake.
Her pink notebook was sitting on his bedside table, mostly because I wanted to know what the fuck she was recording. It was times like this that I missed Aiden. He was our code cracker. Unfortunately, he failed at his job of second and was probably dead now. Not that we would be told if he was, and I sure as shit wasn’t about to follow in his footsteps to find out.
Issac: Bring it back right fucking now.
Me: That’s a big no can do.
Issac: I will hunt you down and kick your ass.
Aww, was he resorting to threats already? So much for his I don’t give a fuck attitude.
Me: You can try.
Don’t get me wrong, if Issac wanted to kick my ass, he could. I was agile but he was fast. I wouldn’t be able to dodge all of his strikes. But it wouldn’t get that far. He would never come to where I was.
He was too stubborn for that. His father had him pegged in that regard. Would Issac claim his bride? Yes. He wasn’t the typeto go against Society doctrine. But would he do it in the timeline he was given? Fuck no.
That was where I came in. My job was to make sure Issac claimed Georgia as quickly as possible. Why the rush? I had no idea. All I knew was that it had something to do with her dad.
