Page 9 of Dirty Little Convict
I feel Stone grow tense beside me. I remain silent, waiting for him to sort his thoughts and deal with her as he sees fit. “No idea what you’re talking about. You’re just some bitch we want tofuck.” He attempts to take a single step but she has him halting when she speaks.
“And you were always the boy I wanted on top of me, but you hated the fact I wanted your daddy as well.” Her cold, malicious tone has Stone growling and me feeling slightly proud. She actually had the balls to step up and taunt him.
Stone whirls around and faces her. She’s still sitting in the corner but has her head held high like she has the upper hand here. “And where is your mommy again?” She reels back as if he hit her. “Hmmmm, you may think you know who we are, but the truth is, you are just as fucking clueless as the cunt you crawled out of. Make no mistake, little Lennon, you are here for a purpose. When we get what we want, we’ll send your worthless ass home with nothing but memories of the time you spent here, thinking any of us gave a fuck about you.”
When Stone storms out of the basement, I follow after him. My loyalty will always be with him, regardless of how I feel about Lennon. I’m about to follow him out the back door when Kin suddenly appears in front of me and cuts me off. I tear the mask off my head and glare at him.
“Let him cool off,” he says.
I step back and shake my head. “He needs me.”
“He always will, Hux, but you know that girl has always had the power to fuck with that boy's head. Let him get through this on his own and give him the chance to come toyoufor once.”
“She knows who we are,” I admit.
His brown eyes darken and suddenly from that one look I see how he survived prison without any incident. Kin is a bad motherfucker and has a lot of pent up anger over being sent away for something he didn’t do.
“It changes nothing,” he grits out through clenched teeth.
I scrub a hand down my face and shake my head. “I’m down for anything, you know that. But I won’t lose my family again because of her.”
Kin reaches out, grips the back of my neck and pulls me forward until our foreheads are touching. “You boys will never lose me again. I swear it.”
“She saidsorry,” I utter.
His grip on my neck tightens. “Don’t let her in your head. This is about revenge. She needs to atone for her sins and that is why we are here. Once she admits the truth, she is free to go.”
I nod my agreement. “I’ll start setting up for the next event,” I say as I pull out of his hold and head for the living room, but his words stop me.
“Don’t let your love for her cloud your judgment, Huxley. Loving her is like loving a snake… it’s only a matter of time before she strikes.” His words are lathered in disdain and I get it. Truth is though, if I could have stopped loving Lennon St James, I would have done it years ago.
I keep my mind off her by focusing on my task of setting up the room. I have the three tripods set up with three seats behind them, we want to recreate her OnlyFans. We’ve been watching her for months and she had no idea.
I drag the twin size bed across the floor and situate it in the middle of the room, the red satin sheets and pillows are askew but I don’t give a shit. She is going to put on a show for us and excitement is thrumming that I will be able to watch her put on a show for us in person. I want to smell her, touch her, feel her skin against mine.
Tick tock, little convict, your time is running out.
NINE
LENNON
Sitting in this fucking cell for hours on end with crusted cum on my thighs and face is not my idea of a good time! They have come down here twice to serve me food and water. I wanted to refuse and tell them to fuck off but if I have any chance of getting the fuck out of here, I am going to need my strength and clothes! It’s fucking freezing and all I have is a small throw blanket to ward off the chill.
I may not have been able to see their faces or hear their voices but I know it’s them.
It has to be them!
The third guy has thrown me for a loop. I can’t figure out who the fuck he is and it is starting to piss me off. I know for sure the one in the red mask has to be Kincaid, the purple mask is Stone, I am so sure of that fact but, who the fuck is in the orange mask?
“Tick tock, little convict, time for your show.” I snap my head up at the sound of that stupid robotic voice and glare at the guy in the orange mask.
“Who the fuck are you?” I hiss from the corner of my cell.
“Convict, I can be a nightmare dressed as a day dream or I can just be your nightmare. I don’t really give a fuck which one you choose.”
“Fuck you,” I spit as he comes to a halt in front of my cell.
“Get your sexy ass up. You need to shower before your show.”
