Page 48 of Cruel Charming Psychos (Necessary Evils 2)

I think I’m falling in love.

ChapterTwenty-Two

NICK

Blue balls are the fucking worst, but she’s right. Emily is waiting for us. I adjust my raging hard boner in my jeans, contemplating having Addison go wait in the car while I jerk off real quick. It’s going to be impossible to drive when all I can think about is fucking Addison. There is no relief quite like sex. It makes the rest of the world shut off. Xanax can’t compare to coming in a wet, hot pussy.

Especially when that pussy is attached to Addison.

She’s fucking toxic as hell, the worst fucking person on this planet for me, and for whatever reason, I can never get enough. She’s going to be the death of me and still I can’t help but to go all in. Even when I hate her. Even when I can feel the same seething hatred directed at me. Even when I know she has the capability to do terrible things.

We’re both monsters. Maybe that’s precisely why this can work. Maybe it’s the reason it can never work. All I know is that I have a raging hard erection that isn’t going to go away until I get what I need from her. Maybe Emily will pass out in the back seat and Addison can suck my dick. That’s the compromise I make in my head that lets me find the strength to walk out of the bathroom without fucking Addison’s brains out. That’s what convinces me to continue onto our journey.

Addison is right behind me as I approach the car, but when we arrive, Emily is nowhere to be seen.

“What the fuck?” I question under my breath as I turn to Addison.

“Where is she?”

“I don’t know.” I gesture with my hands and spin on my feet, taking notice of a black van that speeds away from the rest stop and onto the interstate. “Shit!”

I jump into the car. Addison does the same without asking any questions. We both know what’s just happened. Neither of us say a word. Addison rips her seatbelt across her chest as I turn the ignition, peeling out against the asphalt.

The engine roars as we accelerate faster than the rental car is capable of. It’s no speed demon. In fact, it’s a hybrid built for saving gas. I don’t know if it’s up to the task of catching up to the van, but I suppose it doesn’t really matter. Not when the plan requires me not catching up to the van.

But I have to put on a show.

Because what Addison doesn’t know is that I arranged this kidnapping.

Like I said, we’re both capable of doing terrible things to get what we want and what I want is revenge. When this is all said and done, I wouldn’t expect either of these women to forgive me, but I hope they’ll understand why I did everything I’m doing.

I put on a show, though. I push the car as hard as it will go, and that’s not very hard. It struggles to pick up speed and then on the hilly roads, it struggles some more to climb.

“I fucking hate rest stops,” Addison says, her chest heaving. “We have to catch up to them before we lose them.”

“I’m trying.” I swallow a nervous lump as my mind races through different scenarios. I have to find a way to stall for time while making it believable that I’m trying my best to catch up to the van. I thought I could buy time by seducing Addison in the bathroom, but she didn’t take the bait and I’ve learned that it’s impossible to get her to do something she doesn’t want. Except there was this look in her eyes. She wanted it. She just wanted something else more. She wanted to protect Emily. It’s ridiculous to say but I’m really starting to see the heart in Addison. She’s not quite the monster my family and the world has made her out to be. She does fuckedup things, but she has reasons to do those fuckedup things.

We’re the same.

That’s what I tell myself to make myself not feel so damn awful.

I wish I could have warned Emily about the plan, but there’s too much at stake. I need her to act like she’s scared, otherwise the plan can fall apart. She’s not a great actress, though, and if she knew, she couldn’t pretend to be scared. She’s always been like this. She’s never been able to hide her feelings. If she feels someway about someone, they will know it. It’s an endearing quality but would only sabotage the plan.

I lessen the pressure of my foot on the gas to slow down a little without a sudden jerk that would alert Addison to the fact. She’s too lost in her thoughts though. I can see her mind racing in her eyes that dart back and forth as she leans forward in her seat. The van is gaining distance and disappearing into the horizon as the sun blinds us.

I drop the visor from the ceiling to get a better view, but the sunlight is too bright. I raise a hand to shield myself from the sun, but it doesn’t do much. Just does enough so that I can see the car pulling out onto the freeway from a side street. I slam on the brakes and swerve sideways to avoid crashing into the car.

There’s a loud thump as we careen off the road and into a cornfield, coming to a stop far enough off the road that we wouldn’t have been spotted if we ended up dead. But we’re both alive, shaking and terrified. Alive, nonetheless.

I let out a nervous chuckle when I look over to her. “Thank God for seatbelts.”

“This isn’t funny.” She struggles to catch her breath as she reaches for the door handle and forces open the door. She unbuckles her seatbelt and climbs out into the field.

I throw my head back against the seat and let out a silent prayer of thanks that we’re alive. This was most definitely not a part of the plan. I just needed to let the van gain enough distance that Addison would realize we couldn’t catch up. Now, there’s no way in hell we can catch up.

I turn the ignition, but the car doesn’t start. It just makes a strange knocking sound which should be expected because there’s smoke coming from under the hood. I slam my hand against the steering wheel, but thank Jesus that I purchased the optional insurance because I definitely don’t have the cash to pay for the damages.

I climb out of the car and brace my hands on the roof as Addison inspects the damage. “Do you think we can fix it?”

---