Page 54 of The Dead Don't Talk
“They deserved it,” I mutter and cross my arms, my chest puffing up.
“They did,” Kyrt agrees, and clears his throat, “but we also had to, like, make changes.”
“How the hell do you know my name?” My kitten spits out, interrupting.
“Oh,ohhh, you’re our …first,” Kyrt emphasizes as his rubs his chin in a way that pisses me off. The whole man himself is just pissing me off.
My knuckles crack with how hard I flex them. “Firstwhat?”
“He’s supposed to be immune. Or fucking infected to be out there with us,” Wilson pipes up from the corner, his eyes sharp even in the low light. “He’s neither.”
“Our population is sixteen percent immune. And seventy percent pure. He wanted to go, so I let them.”
“That’s not how—him sitting in the guy’s lap is so fucking distracting,” Amo murmurs and turns into me, his red face burying in my chest to hide his next words said low into me. “It’s making mehorny.”
The itch of my skin dulls when he subtly rubs his cock against my thigh.
“Slutty kitten can’t keep it in his pants?” My low voice, meant only for him, makes him shiver.
“Nope, not at all,” he whispers back.
Even I have to admit that seeing them openly show affection, Kyrt’s gaze wandering back to his companion unabashedly, is making my own cock plump. Putting ideas in my head of slipping inside of Amo, if just for a feel.
None of that changes that I’m pissed.
I’m just horny now, too.
Stupid fucking incense.
“Michael tried to argue at first.” The mention ofhisname has my stomach dropping and my attention flipping from a wide-eyed Wilson to the inexperienced elder with a prickle to my skin. Even Amo has gone stiff against me, as if maybe he can sense the shift. “But he caved eventually. We’re all pretty much just waiting for him to croak so we can replace him.”
The too-white smile aimed at me seem knowing. Too knowing. Almost sinister.
Is he implying what I think he is?
“Kyrt,” Wilson rumbles in warning, but it does nothing to deter the man from staring down his nose at me.
“Oh, I just wondered if anyone in particular would want the job.”
I don’t have to ask him for clarification onwhat jobto know exactly what he means.
He wants the old man gone.
As do I. My life is so much simpler when he’s not in it, dictating terms and limiting me from freely moving around inside the community like he has for the last decade. But when I’m out there, in my cabin or with Wilson and the recruits, it’s just me and the decomposed. Just me and the hunt.
Freedom.
I couldn’t do it then.
No one would want me as their leader, even with as much as my father swore he’d make me when he got the chance.
So why the fuck am I considering watching the life leak from his eyes now?
“Meeting starts in thirty minutes, boys. We’ll hear your complaints then,” Kyrt murmurs dismissively like he wasn’t just asking to take out another one of the elders and turns into his partner like we aren’t even here.
What a cock.
Chapter 27
