Page 88 of Anathema Codex

Once I’ve decided that this is as good as it’s going to get, I clear my throat and clap my hands together loudly.

Red springs up like she had never been asleep, wincing slightly, and the kid lets out a gasp and I laugh as his entire body starts to shake.

“What the fuck?” he grumbles as he uses the back of his hand to rub his eyes and I arch an eyebrow.

“What the fuck do you think?” I ask him with a shake of my head. “It’s time to go.”

“Good morning, Lakyn,” Red pipes up in a groggy tone and I cut my eyes toward her. Something has to give with this one. I don’t mind the worship since it’s rightfully deserved, but she’s taking it too fucking far even for me.

“Yeah,” I say rolling my eyes as I get to my feet. I glance over at her still on the floor and have to suppress an annoyed shudder. “Someone go grab the bitch from the bathroom. We’re gonna have to take her with us until we have somewhere to ditch her.”

Red gets up faster than the kid, though at this point I doubt it’s even a competition. She just sees it as one and that can come in handy later on down the line.

I walk over to where he’s still sitting on the floor and snap my fingers in front of his face.

“You gonna let her do all of the work by herself?”

“Why not?” he shoots back. “She seems to enjoy being your goddamn lapdog. May as well let her.”

“Heh.”

I shrug as I go back to where I left my clothes and begin to get dressed when I realize that my shirt is missing. Turning on my heel, I glance around on the floor arch my eyebrows wondering where the fuck it could have gone.

“Hand it over,” I say to her in a stern tone. It wouldn’t surprise me if she tried to fuck herself with it while I was asleep.

“Hand what over?” Red asks innocently.

I return the glance with a level stare and remember that she may be useful later on. “My shirt.”

She begins to chew her lower lip nervously as she moves away me and disappears into the bathroom to grab the dead chick.

Running a hand back through my hair, I turn my eyes toward the kid. He’s got his back to me as he pulls on his jeans and that’s when I get a great idea. When I see him attempting to pull his shirt over his head, it gives me an idea and I walk over to him and take it out of his hand.

“Thanks for the shirt,” I tell him with a smirk. And when he scowls, my smirk turns into a grin.

I’ll turn him into a real Meyer before this is over. Whether he likes it or not.

Red comes back into the room, dragging the wad of bedding around the dead girl, grunting like a stuck pig when I notice that she’s limping.

“What happened there?” I ask with a grin.

She lowers her eyes but doesn’t respond right away. Not with words, anyway.

Instead, she drops the dead chick on the carpet, scoots toward the bed and lifts her leg, planting her heel on the bed. When she pulls up her yoga pants to show me, my dick twitches at how flexible she is—but I manage to keep it down by looking at the kid and remembering that one fuck up is more than enough.

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I turn the dial up on the radio and begin to drum my fingers against the steering wheel in time with the piano music that floats through the speakers.

“Just a small town girl—”

The kid reaches over and jabs the power button almost instantly and I laugh. He’s lucky that I let him sit in front with me again after being such a pussy on the way to the dump we just left, but I’d rather his company than Red’s for the time being.

“Wanna know something?” I ask, glancing at him for a moment. When he turns his eyes toward me in that bitchy little way he thinks will scare me, I smile. “This shirt smells like blonde whore. You sure you never fucked that girl?”

The look on his face goes from bitchy to shocked to angry.

“Whoa!”

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