Viking snaps his fingers. “I’ve got it. I’ll call Voodoo. His grandma is a witch. I bet he’ll know what to do.”
My phone sounds with a text.
Witch Bitch: Be here in about an hour. Don’t be late. Come alone.
Witch Bitch: By here I mean my apartment over the shop. Side door.
“Shit. I gotta get a shower and head out. Thanks for nothing,” I scowl at Andi, and she gives me the evil eye.
“Not my fault you crossed Binx. And you... what the fuck?” She hits Viking in the shoulder as he laughs. “You could have prepared me to see your pal’s dick.”
“I can show you mine too if it’ll help, princess.”
“Absolutely not.”
“It’s only fair.” His hands go to the drawstring of his grey sweatpants.
“You’re the worst.”
“We all gotta be good at something.”
**
I roll up to Bianca’sfreshly showered, but still frustrated as fuck. I need laid. Maybe I should fuck this little witch to get her out of my system. Maybe that’s how I break the damn curse. I see movement in the upstairs window. A black cat presses its face against the glass. Of course she’d have a black cat. Probably turns into it or some shit when there is a full moon. I go to the side of the building to take the stairs to her place. The sound of my boots thumping against the wood echoes through the narrow stairwell. At the top is a corridor with doors leading to an apartment on each side. I guess hers is the side with the cat where there’s a black rug that reads: Ew, It’s You.
I chuckle. The quote certainly fits her personality. I knock twice. The door swings back.
Bianca greets me having changed from her running gear into a wide sleeved black dress that dips low between her breasts where a moon shaped pendant dangles. The black fabric hits her mid-thighs that are covered in fishnet stockings. Her dark curls are swept into a loose bun. She shoots me a smile. Fuck me she’s a witchy dream come true. I’ve never wanted to fuck a wicked witch more in my life.
“Come on in. I just need to grab my shoes and my cards.”
I enter her apartment surprised to see white washed brick walls and minimal furniture. The kitchen looks straight out of the 1970’s with green appliances. Very retro.
“Don’t mind the mess I’m still remodeling. Have a seat. You want a drink? I’m afraid all I have is water or tea.”
“I’m good but thanks.” What I don’t say is I’m scared to drink anything she gives me. Yeah, me a big bad ass biker fears a dainty fucking witch. I hit the couch. The cat drops from the window, over the back of the sofa, and into my lap. “Hey, puss.” The kitty purrs as I scratch him or her behind the ears.
“That’s my girl Boo.”
“You’ve got a beautiful pussy, Bianca.”
Pink tints her cheeks as she bites back a giggle. “You’re terrible.”
“But I’m good at it.” I wink.
“What you’re good at is to be determined.”
“It’s like that, huh?”
“Yeah. It’s exactly like that.”
“How about I show you just how good at it I am.”
“You want me to find Mariah or not?”
“Want a lot of things, kitten.”
“How about we start with finding her, and if you manage not to piss me off, we can discuss what else it is you want, yeah?”
“That’s cool.” I continue petting her pussy cat.
“Great. Glad we got that settled.”
“Me too. Me too.”
She disappears to another room. I hear her mumbling something.
“You better not be putting another curse on me, woman.”
The cat meows like she agrees with me.
“Sandman,” she calls out in a strangled voice.
I shove the cat off my lap and rush down the hallway past the bathroom and an empty bedroom. I find her dangling from a shelf in her closet, gripping the edges.
I fight back a chuckle. “Need a hand, shorty.”
“Please. My step stool fell over.”