Page 60 of Deviants
“You ready to do this?” Romero asked me with a knowing smirk already on his face.
“Do you really need to ask?”
I felt like a predator getting ready to fuck up some prey.
My demons danced beneath my skin eager to play with his.
“Let’s go, then.” Rome gently took hold of my elbow and urged me forward, keeping me between him and Bryce.
“Some things never change,” Grimm laughed as screams filtered out of the cabin.
We went right through the front door Cobra had left open, shutting it behind us.
“Look, they’re here,” Cobra announced, swinging a blonde around by her hair so that she was facing us. He no longer had his sling on and was using his hurt arm to hold her in place. I’m positive a doctor would frown upon that.
Grimm headed straight for the stairs, confidently striding up them.
“Hi, Vicky.” I finger waved with a smile. “Where’s Marco?”
A door slammed from upstairs, something fell, and a millisecond later, a body was rolling down the steps.
“Shouldn’t people know by now that hiding under the bed is the dumbest thing you can do?”
Grimm sighed, his heavy boots resounded off the wooden stairs as he rejoined us.
He stepped right over Marco, who looked around in what appeared to be shock.
“You left your wife to hide under the bed? For real?” Arlen snorted and sat down on the leather couch.
“What do you want?” Marco asked.
“What the fuck do you think we want?” Romero asked in a bored tone.
“Pixie, why don’t you explain to this beautiful couple what’s going to happen?”
“Oh, okay, sure.” I cleared my throat and opened my mouth, shutting it when Marco attempted to run.
“You can’t be that dumb.” Grimm grabbed him by the back of the neck and bounced him off the wall like a yo-yo.
He hit the floor again with a loud thud and pained groan, blood running from his nose. “Go ahead,” Grimm encouraged, placing his shoe on Marco’s chest to keep him down.
“Oh, you’re going to die.” I looked down at Marco and shrugged. Vicky choked on a sob, whatever she yelled muffled by Cobra’s hand.
“Don’t be so dramatic, Vicky. You are, too.”
“It’s your show, baby. Tell us how you want this handled.” Romero put his arm around me, waiting for me to speak up. All of them stared expectantly, even Arlen.
“Look,” Romero turned our bodies inwards, placing us chest to chest, “there’s no wrong way to kill someone. Relax and let that crazy fucking head of yours do all the work.”
“You’re right, of course.” Nodding, I inhaled, and then exhaled on a light bulb moment.
“How often does David check in with them?”
“Once at noon the other delegates arrive at four to do a shift change.” Cobra answered, tugging on Veronica’s hair.
“Okay, well, we should probably try and get one of them to talk. And, um, I need a needle and thread, please.”
None of them so much as asked what the hell I was planning to do. With the exception of Romero, they all took off in different directions.
