Page 62 of Below The Surface
I wait for them to show up. It doesn’t take them long and I hang out in the kitchen, then keep surveillance of the hallway, making sure no one gets snoopy.
“Damn, Hayden. You really live someplace the neighbors give zero fucks about each other.” But that just means this works out best for me.
I give each of the three-man crew a thousand dollar cash bonus as they officially clear everything out. “Thanks, y’all. Pleasure as always. See you later.” I blow them a kiss.
I could have cleaned up just fine, but it would have taken me much longer to do, and I promised Kendra I’d be back by one.
Now what? Obviously, I need to shower off the murder funk and come up with a story for Dallas and Hayden.
Casey: Wanna get mani pedis before tonight?
Kendra makes me wait for eternity before responding.
Kendra: Sounds good. meet you at Lyn’s in thirty?
I contemplate telling Dallas and Hayden their stalker issue is over, but decide to keep it to myself. At least for a few days. This way, I have a reason to have Dallas close.
But that leaves one giant problem.
Friday.
It’s not like I can say oh, by the way, I have a live streaming torture death show and won’t be around. Shit, maybe I should tell them they can go home if they want. It’d make my life less complicated for sure.
But Mr. Arie gives me vibes I can’t interpret right now, so I’d rather have Dallas with me.
“Why the fuck is romance so complicated?” I throw my head back and suppress a scream.
Kendra and I get our mani pedis and head back to the apartment to start packing for tonight’s performance.
I need the water so badly. Sure, I killed a couple people since the last live stream, but it’s the torture that gives me life. Torturing pedos and rapists is mycalling. I take great pride and pleasure in it. And watching the light leave their eyes. Oh, that’s just the icing on the cake. The screams are the best music.
But I could do with less of the smells. Too many people piss themselves. A few vomit. Shit themselves. I might stab someone in a spot that ruptures their bowel, and that doesn’t smellpleasant. The cleaning chemicals stink. But it’s all worth it to clean up the streets.
“Oh,” Kendra starts when I plop down next to her on the couch. “We have a few choices for tomorrow night’s entertainment. I got a pedoanda rapist. Couldn’t decide. We could do a two-fer.”
I bounce to my toes and spin. “That would be amazing. It’s been a while since I’ve done a two for one night.”
“I knew you’d like that.” She chuckles. “Which one do you want the pleasure of hunting down?”
“No preference.”
She hands me a sticky note. “Kevin Jones. Pedo. Address on the back.”
“You’re the best.” I smash a kiss to her cheek and dance around the living room. “I don’t know why this week feels a thousand years long. Tomorrow can’t get here soon enough.”
“I feel the same. And I think Danielle’s mad at me again.”
I sigh and slide back down on the couch to throw my arm around her shoulders. “I thought you two were good for each other, but the more I think about it, the more it feels like she’s abusing your emotions. And BTW I gave Bella, Clayton’s assistant, your number.”
Her eyes go wide. “Why the fuck would you do that? I can’t talk to her. She’s way too cute. And I just know her heart is pure a snow.”
“I told her you adored her. She’ll text. Or call. She thinks you’re too good for her.” I rub my head against her shoulder. “On another note. Apparently Clayton’s been flirting with me for years? I had no idea.”
She snorts. “That’s because you flirt, but never register when people flirt back. A couple years ago he had it bad. Don’t you remember the thousand and one collabs we did with him?”
“I thought he was intoyou!”
“No, honey, he wanted you. He wanted to hear your voice on the phone when he called.” She kisses the top of my head, then wiggles her shoulder to get me to move. I just wrap my arms around her waist instead.
