A Brush With The Devil - Page 12

I take a deep breath.

If I lose control right now, I’m no better than he is.

So, against my better judgment, I nod.

Lakyn clears his throat as he takes a step closer toward me. “Who fucks you better? Me or your boy, Penn there?” he asks at the top of his lungs.

I’m absolutely mortified.

And behind me, I can hear Penn grunting in anger and the sound of the table shifting as he struggles to sit up.

Lakyn lied.

He promised he wouldn’t tell Penn and he fucking lied.

‘Tsk, tsk,” he says, waving a finger at me. “I told you that I’m about the truth, which is much better than keeping a secret if you ask me.”

With a wink, he spins on his heel and starts to make his way down the hallway. Just as I’m about to give chase and shove him down the metal steps, the sound of a body thumping against the floor in the room draws my attention.

I step back in, push the emergency lock button next to the light switch, then hurry over to where my masterpiece is glaring up at me with betrayed eyes.

There’s nowhere for Lakyn to go anyway, and Penn needs me more right now than I want that bastard’s blood.

Eight

Let’s Play A Game

Lakyn

I heard something fall when I left Gray upstairs.

To be fair, I knew it would piss off the thing under the sheet if I said what I did, but I can’t help it. The color-named kid is becoming boring and I’m really interested in what the boyfriend/girlfriend duo is capable of.

If he’s not willing to share, then I’ll just keep riling him up until I get what I want.

A satisfaction to my genuine curiosity of wanting to know if she’d feel it if I fucked her stitch pal or vice versa. It’s a fair enough thing to want to know after all, how do you show someone something like that and not expect them to want to have a go?

Hm.

The realization that Gray is starting to become nothing more than the “color-named kid” to me is disappointing. I had hoped that he’d hold my attention for longer than he has, but his chivalry toward that meat puzzle upstairs is killing my high for him.

“Whatever,” I mutter as I head back into his home.

I guess now that I know what he’s hiding up on the top floor, this big ass building makes sense. Lord knows I wouldn’t want anyone finding something like that either, but he needs to learn to let things go. Keeping pets around instead of discarding them when he’s done playing with them won’t do him any good.

I glance around the main floor one last time befo

re I decide I should probably make my way back to Arizona. Ichabod’s been left alone long enough at this point and Gray isn’t any fun anymore.

With a shrug and a sigh, I shove my hands into my pockets and walk out the same way I came in. I get a little confused when I head into the hallway because the fucking thing is still dark and I’m wondering if I should leave him some money to pay for a light bill or two. Clearing my throat, I take a right and head toward the gate that he left open when we first entered only to find that it’s been shut.

Fucking meat-head, I think with an eye roll as I crouch down and attempt to slide my fingers under the gate. I quickly realize that this goddamn thing isn’t going to give way any time soon and I’ll probably need ol’ Steroids upstairs to open this damn thing for me.

I grit my teeth and kick the gate in frustration before I turn around and decide to go make nice again, when I damn near bump into the man himself. He’s standing there, big and burly, broody and moody, arms crossed over his chest and staring at me like he wants to rip my throat out with his bare teeth.

I can dig it.

A little pain every now and then makes life more bearable.

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