Page 76 of Below The Surface
The crew comes in all smiles and jokes as I pour bleach over the spot I vomited in earlier today.
“Yo, Casey!” Greg waves as he sees me. “Nice to see you two days in a row.”
“Awe, good to see you, too. I’d hug you, but...” I hold out my arms where I’ve got blood over my black clothes.
“Next time.” He snorts. “Two-for-one? Damn, that’s exciting.” He pulls a giant tarp in behind him. “Rest of the crew’s behind me. We just got excited to see tonight’s art.”
I snort. “Of course, that’s how you’d see it.”
“You don’t?” Greg looks me over. “There’s always art in death. Viewers curate it, you create it, we clean it away as if it never existed. It’s a beautiful cycle, don’t you think?”
“Never thought of it like that.” Never gave Greg that much credit to thinking so hard about it.
“Sometimes I got good thoughts.” He taps his temple. “Now it’s time to figure out where these two go.”
“I’ll leave y’all to it. I need to wash up so I can get some D.”
“You and dick.” Greg cracks a smile and the rest of the crew comes in. Five people in total and every one of them loves this kind of thing. We vetted each one ourselves and trust them all. Sure, there’s the whole the more people that know a secret the harder it is to keep, but if you trust your people, there’s nothing to worry about.
Kendra’s packing up when I meet her in the security room.
I tip my head to the bathroom. “Gonna hit the shower, then head back home. Told Dallas we had a gig that was hours away, so it’d be weird if we showed up at different times. Unless you got a thing with someone?”
She wiggles her phone. “Got a thing with Bella.”
“Oh, have fun!”
“Plan on it.” Kendra stops before leaning toward me to kiss my cheek. We do air kisses instead and she’s out the door.
Then I’m in the shower scrubbing everything off before I head home for my much awaited dickening.
24
DALLAS
Fuck. Fuck.Fuck!
I’mprettysure Kay is Nightmare, just something he said about getting fucked till sunrise. Why the fuck does that make me hard? I really am messed up.
Kay is dangerous. Dangerous and it’s hot. It’s not that I don’t care that he kills people. I mean, maybe I don’t. The people he kills are rapists and pedophiles. Who wants those kinds of people in the world? There’s never justice, at least not to me.
My sister’s rapists got ten years, and all four got out on “good behavior”. What the hell is good behavior for people like them? Why can’t someone take justice into their own hands? It’s not like Nightmare is judging these people and finding the information wrong. He deep dives and researches before he takes them and tortures them.
Nightmare is the good guy here. Nightmare is making the world a better place. But there are so many people that get away with raping and violating innocent children.
People in power. People with money. Even poor people. These pieces of shit come in every shape, color, and social status. Every one of them needs to pay.
I wonder if Kendra is a part of this. Of course she is. She’s a hacker or something, I don’t even know. What I do know is I trust them both with my life. With Hayden’s life.
With everything.
Sure, things started out as a booty call, but Kay’s so much more than that. He’s sweet and funny. Smart. Confusing. Deadly. Badass. Sexy. But most of all, it’s that brilliant brain of his that keeps me coming back for more. He doesn’t see the world like everyone else. That’s probably because of his double cult upbringing, but it might just be Kay’s nature. I want to keep his heart safe, but I don’t even know if I’m strong enough to have the heart of a man like Kay.
The front door unlocks and Kay ambles in with a smaller wagon and a different tail from ones I’ve seen before.
He gives me a bright smile. “Kendra has a booty call.”
“So do you,” I say.
