Page 66 of The Dead Don't Talk
“Fuck, I love you, baby. You’re so funny sometimes.”
His fist jams into my gut again, but this time he uses me to push up and look down at me.
“I can’t help it. I need the salty to my sweet and the warmth to his cold! Ugh!”
He shoves his hands beneath my arms, his fingers wriggling in my armpits and I gasp on a chuckle. It gets louder, the noises I’m making, almost uncontrollable, as hetickles me.
Holy shit, I don’t think I’ve ever been tickled before.
I writhe and I push at him, his persistent hands sticking to me like glue.
“Fuck me,I can’t take it,” I choke out, tears squeezing past my lashes, a wheezing cough tearing up my throat and I grab his arms, forcing them back.
The Amo that stares back at me looks like a damnmenacewith his grin so wide, he’s showing teeth and his eyes screaming madness.
It makes me laugh harder.
And it leaves me open for him to wiggle those tickling digits back into my armpits for another assault.
“I. Love. You. Too!” he chants between giggling breaths and my heart … it feels mostly full.
Chapter 33
Quite the difference a decade makes
Moros
Being thrown in thehole yet again is not a foreign concept to me.
But having the rest of the degenerates in here avoid me is.
Every step I take, they back up when they should be attacking me. Every turn has them giving me a wide berth instead of snarling at me. And just for fun, I squared up to one guy with a twitch and an angry eye, only for him to flinch.
I like that.
I guess being leader of the infected has its perks.
But then it got old and boring and made me miss Wilson and Amo. How the two of them can’t be bothered by my assholenature and still manage to want me around. I don’t get it, I don’t even want me around half the time, but they do.
“Do you think they’re fucking?” I ask aloud to Jerry. She’s from my own damn team, one of the few that’s never once acted afraid of me, even after all the shit I’ve done.
I like her for that reason.
The rest of the fuckers in here are all huddled in the corner like scolded children while Jerry lounges on the other side against the wall, key and a gun on her hip.
“Probably,” she mutters and flips the page of her book.
“I hope so.Dammit,I wanna see it though.”
That gets her attention.
Her eyes flick to me over top of the pages bound in her grip.
“You mean that mountain man fucker that was in here earlier?”
I growl at her through the bars holding me in. “Watch it, princess.”
She laughs and closes the book on her finger, keeping her spot.
