Page 4 of Deviants
“Jinx showed me the pictures and articles you hoarded when she found out who had you. She’s the one who knew you were, uh, different. I chose not to listen.”
I rolled my eyes at his nice way of saying Jinx knew I was fucked in the head. Showing Tito my memorabilia of Romero sounded exactly like something she would do, hoping he’d come get me. As if I’d needed rescuing. I had never been more content in my life. I’d been happy.I had just started to feel like I finally belonged somewhere with a man no one sane would dare climb into bed with.
Fucking Romero and his soulless eyes. I felt him everywhere, and he was nowhere to be seen. His smell, his touch, and the way he tasted in my mouth––how he watched me with his predatory eyes when he was buried between my thighs. The vivid memories were a battering ram to my once stone-walled mentals.
Nothing that happened on Narcoose Bridge made sense, because Iknewhim just as eerily well as he knew me.
I knew he would never work with David without having a damn good motive. And then there was the issue of delegates turning on delegates while others still went after Romero’s people and vice versa. Toss in that there were outliers on the bridge too, and it left a major question unanswered. Who was the enemy of whom?
Thinking of it all over again brought something Tito had just said to the forefront of my mind. “Where are Jinx and Grady? Were they on that bridge?” I asked suddenly, staring Tito down.
“Where are they?” I repeated when he didn’t respond.
“I’m not sure what happened to Grady. We were never together. Jinx…was taken,” he answered slowly, palming strands of dark curls off his sweaty face.
I narrowed my eyes. “What do you mean, she wastaken?”
“The redhead Romero runs with took her.”
“Cobra? He’s alive?!” I couldn’t keep the elation out of my voice.
That meant Arlen could be alive, too.
“I don’t know if he is now…when Jinx and I were running towards you, he was running away. They collided. By the time I turned back to help her, they were gone. He’d been shot at least once or twice.”
“Damn,” I muttered, scrubbing a hand over my face. My head felt like it was going to implode. Thoughts began whipping back and forth like a game of jungle pong.
Arlen could be anywhere, but I refused to believe her heart wasn’t still beating. She was resilient. As for Jinx, I had not the slightest idea why they would take her, and even less faith that she was alive.
This was such a damn clusterfuck.
Looking up at the hazy-orange sky, I stared for a moment before squinting, making sure my eyes weren’t deceiving me—that I really saw what looked like smoke.
There wasn’t any real civilization left near Narcoose Bridge, which meant it had to be from people. The Badlands had no good souls left. It was yet to be determined how dark these ones were.
A snap of my fingers was my only warning to Tito that he needed to move his feet or be left behind. I figured I might as well keep him around. He’d be perfect as a scapegoat.
CHAPTER TWO
Her sobs and screams were damn near inaudible now.
She writhed in pain, unable to clamp her legs closed due to the way I’d tied them open using the bedpost. I thrust inside her one last time, lifting my hand from where I’d knotted it in her hair so I could wrap it around her throat.
She feebly clawed at me and the bed sheets, croaking like a frog as she fought for air I refused to give. Her fear was tangible, drenching all my senses. It was the best kind of aphrodisiac. But this wasn’t about pleasure—not this time.
I continued pumping in and out of her until my muscles were sore and she stopped breathing, the life slowly fading from her brown eyes.
I pulled my knife from between her creamy thighs and cleaned the bloody blade with her habit. I couldn’t help but laugh at the irony of David sending me a virgin of all things, a stiff whiny bitch that could have never handled my idea of fucking.
I’m not sure what century he was living in, but those weren’t magical beings. Not that it mattered; I never had any intention of sticking my dick in her. She wasn’t privileged enough to know what I’d feel like buried inside her.
It took a particularpixie-sized, crazy ass blondeto do it for me anymore, one who knew how to fuck like she killed—mercilessly.
Reaching for the glass of water on the nightstand, I poured it over my hands and wiped them off as best I could with a different part of the black fabric.
Just as I tucked my knife away, the door swung open and David himself strolled inside. His face blanched at the scene. I smirked.
The nun he’d sent for Grimm was down on her hands and knees in a puddle of her own piss–being used as his personal footrest. Cobra was smoking a joint and finalizing tonight’s move on the other side of the room. His wounded left arm sat comfortably in a sling.
