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Mr. Prescott didn’t say anything else. Just squeaked his shoes against the floor as he turned around.
“And the girl?” Nina called after him.
“She’s no good to me now, now is she?” he barked back. “Get rid of her.”
“Yes, sir.” Nina clicked the door closed, and I took my first breath since he entered the room.
I was finally free from the cage I created for myself.
No…I shook my head as I pushed up on the bed and peered over at Nina. I wasn’t to blame.None of us who chose to stay behind were to blame. He was.
Tate Prescott and his sons. And now that I was dead to them, I would make sure all of them paid.
PART FOUR
CHAPTER SIXTY
CASPER
DAY 22
“Need you to look something up for me.” I leaned against the doorframe, waiting for B-wood’s in-house geek squad’sone and only memberto acknowledge my presence. Usually I would demand it. But sometimes you got more flies with honey and all that…
Bugs muttered under his breath, and I couldn’t be sure if he was talking to me or arguing with whoever was on the other side of the screen. It didn’t take me long to realize itdefinitelywasn’t me. Fucker was spaced out, his keyboard clanking and his eyeballs hyperfocused on the codes reflecting back at him.
Donnie might go blind from pulling on his dick too often but this fucker was gonna do it because of too much screen time.
I craned my neck to peek at where the plug was dangling out of the wall—it would be unbrotherly not to save him from himself—pushed off the doorframe and yanked on the cord.
Bugs shot up off his chair the moment his screen went black, Cheeto dust and a few loose chip crumbs spelling out a crime scene of sad, one-handed proportions around him.
“What the fuck!” He glanced over at me.
I shrugged a shoulder.
Andsometimesyou got more flies by flinging shit at the poor son of a bitch closest to you. Looks like this was one of those times.
“Guy’s gotta do what he’s gotta do to get your attention, hot stuff,” I hummed while batting my eyelashes at him. Dramatically. So he had no choice but to notice.
Hitting on Bugs always made him squeamish—something about picturing another dude’s dick seemed dirty to him and most other men. Which was weird, considering porn was full of other dudes’ dicks andmost menwatched porn on the daily. Didn’t make me feel dirty. Just indifferent. It was why I brought it up so much, so I could see that look on his face right now. A mix between disgusted and intrigued.
People were always intrigued about the shit that made them feel disgusted. It was human nature.
“What you got for me this time?” Bugs narrowed his eyes. The fact he wasn’t jumping the desk to rage at me told me he wasn’t doing anything all that important on his computer. Probably gaming or some shit.
I stepped forward and skimmed my thumb across the thin line of dust around the base of his desktop, rubbing my fingers together before finally meeting his glare. Then I lifted my hands to my mouth and blew the dust in his direction.
“I’ll blow you.” I grinned.
“I’m not Donnie,” he deadpanned.
“Fine. I’ll get one of the girls I know to blow you.” I tried again. Funny how I didn’t mention Bellatrix. Not so funny whenyou knew how much I hated sharing my favorite toys. You never got them back the same.
“Pass.” He was quick to answer. A little too quick.Interesting.
“Okay, cash then.” I slapped a palm down between us.
He didn’t jump, though. Shame. I liked when the bunny boy got jumpy. My eyes flicked to the dark-gray rabbit mask he had propped up on his dresser, next to his bottle of lotion and the few odds and ends he had left over from his fucked-up childhood, before landing on him again.
