Page 67 of Stabby Little

Rage pulses behind my temples as I stare at Michael. I don't give a shit he's wearing an Apple watch. I don't find it cute or charming like Crystal obviously does. Visions of this brutal man raping my friends, burying his cock in their holes, swirl through my mind. He deserves the worst things in life.

"That's funny." I pop another bite of pasta in my mouth. "I can't believe he's not wearing a Rolex. This is a wedding, for crying out loud."

"Don't make fun of my uncle." Crystal lets out a laugh. "He's a freak, but I love him."

"I can see why."

"On our trip to Rome, he was the best tour guide." An expression I can't place drifts across Crystal's face. "He took me to the Vatican, the Colosseum, and even on a two-day excursion to Venice. We had the best room overlooking the sea, and he bought me strawberries before taking a gondola to the Lido."

"You're so close with your uncle. Were you always friendly?"

"Oh yeah." Crystal takes a bite of her salad. "He's like an older brother to me. I loved sitting on his lap as a little girl and reading the funnies with him. Sometimes, he laughed so hard that he broke into a sweat while he read them to me."

I nod. "He sounds like a great guy."

Crystal lets out a huff. "Come on. We don't need to stay for this entire after-party."

I point to my plate. "I'm still eating pasta."

"You can take pasta to go." Crystal makes a pleading face. "There's plenty where that came from. I'll instruct my uncle to prepare you a fresh plate."

I shake my head. "After. I'm getting inspiration for my next comic strip."

Crystal places her hand back on my thigh. "I could do something to you under the table, if you'd like."

I push her hand away. "Not now." My voice grows stern. "We're at your cousin's wedding."

"There's nothing wrong with a little secret fun." Crystal moves her hand to my midsection. "No one will see."

"I have a confession." I grimace. "I'm actually a virgin. No one's ever given me a handjob."

"You're a virgin?" An astonished expression washes over Crystal's face. "I never would've guessed. You're so suave and sexy."

"I'm good at posturing. I've crossed second base, but never gone all the way. I was brought up as a Jehovah's Witness—we wait until marriage."

"It's okay." Crystal scoots closer to me. For some reason, my fake confession seems to excite her even more. "I'll give you your first handjob. You might like it."

"It won't work. I also have problems with erectile dysfunction."

"You're young as fuck," Crystal snaps. "There's no such thing as erectile dysfunction if you're not even thirty."

"There is."

"There isn't."

"Maybe if you'd quit talking, I'd get hard." I shove her hand away. "Jesus. All you do is yap while I'm trying to eat this fucking pasta."

I bet this will push her away—I need to map out my plan to kill her family in peace.

To my dismay, this only excites Crystal.

"You're such a liar." She brings her hand back to my thighs. "You're not a virgin. I bet you'd fuck me so good. I bet your dick gets huge when you're hard."

"I hate to break it to you, sweetie. I'm not more than five inches hard."

"I don't believe you."

“Believe what you want.”

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