Page 61 of Deviants
“How do you want to make them talk?”
“I thought one of you would work one while I worked the other.”
“See, just let your mind do the work for you. You’re a natural.” He kissed my temple and stood protectively by my side. I looked around the open cabin as Veronica and Marco were gagged and bound in the center of the room, facing one another in large distressed dining chairs.
It was simple and quaint, nothing real special about it. Everything was rustic.
“Got the bags,” Bryce announced, walking back inside with the two large duffels.
“Got your needle and thread,” Arlen called from the bathroom in a back corner, lifting a sewing kit in the air when she walked out.
“Thank you.” I took it from her and moved to where Veronica sat. Romero moved with me like a silent shadow.
Grimm and Bryce moved to separate windows to keep watch.
“Okay, I’ll bite. What are you doing?” Cobra asked, leaning down with his hands on his knees.
“I figured I could start with this. The message that was left in Woeford gave me an idea.” I flipped open the sewing kit and looked at my color choices. Veronica was a blonde with brown eyes. I held a spool of dark pink up next to her face. “Mm-uh.” I shook my head and grabbed purple next, swiping one of her tears away with it.
“What do you guys think?” I asked the room, but looked to Romero.
“If you like it, I like it.” He ran a hand through my hair and gave me a little more space.
“Well?” I glimpsed around at the others.
“I think we’re gonna go with what Romero said,” Bryce finally answered.
“Y’all are so typically male,” Arlen huffed. “It looks good, Cali.”
Giving her a thankful smile, I got busy threading my needle, carefully selecting which one I wanted to use.
“What’stypicallymale?” Grimm asked her.
“That’s like her asking Romero how she looks in a dress and he gives that answer; typically male. Never wanting to be offensive,” she sighed.
It was dead silent for all of two seconds before they all laughed.
“Are you fucking serious? We’re probably the most offensive men you’ll ever meet.”
“If Cali ever asked me how she looked in a dress, I’d tell her it didn’t matter because it would be around her waist soon enough.”
“Rome!” I feigned indignation, feeling my face warm.
“You know I think you look beautiful in anything.”
I nodded, not giving a shit that there was a room full of people witnessing a disgustingly tender moment between us.
“Great. Now, if Cali could give my bro his balls back and move along,” Cobra drawled.
“Shut up, that was definitely getting laid worthy,” Arlen retorted.
“Is that all it takes?” Grimm asked her with zero amusement.
She glared and flipped him off.
“I got it!” I jumped up excitedly from where I’d been kneeling on the floor. I glanced back at Romero. “Can we play now?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
