Page 56 of Carnage
“You okay?” Carnage asks.
“Very.”
“Do what you must,” Shadow says. “I don’t give a fuck about ending one more predator in this city. I know you’ll handle it discreetly.”
“Well, eventually. First I’m going to make him bleed, scream, and beg me for death, and before he takes his final breath, I’ll make him apologize to Rue.”
Okay, yeah, definitely hot.
“Sounds like you already have a plan,” Shadow says. “What’s the meeting about?”
“Never done something like this before. I have to give Leon the sense that he’s gonna get Rue back so I can get to the other men he has and make sure no one innocent gets hurt.”
Then I remember something I overheard once. “Wait. There’s an apartment building he talks about a lot. Um…” I tap my fingers on the island. “Lake Breeze, I think it’s called. Does that sound familiar?”
“Fuck,” Carnage mumbles. “We’re well aware of Lake Breeze. It’s basically a slum where there’s all kinds of shady stuff going on. We don’t even go over there if we can avoid it.”
“I don’t know what he does there or if that’s where he keeps other people, but he’s mentioned it a lot when he’s been talking to his guys.”
“It’s a good thing you heard that,” Carnage says, rubbing my shoulder.
One of the guys shuffles into the room, glancing around. I think it’s Ghost, but their names are still a little confusing to me.
“I’m gonna cook,” he says.
“Oh, Rue wanted to,” Carnage says. “If you don’t mind.”
Maybe Ghost grins wide. “Hell yeah. You can cook?”
I nod. “I love cooking. Ghost, right?”
“That’s me.” He pours himself a cup of coffee. “Have at it, Rue.”
He leaves again and I turn around to take in the spacious kitchen. “I’ll get started.”
“Everything you might need is in the fridge or the pantry,” Shadow says.
“Thank you.”
I get busy, deciding to make a quiche after finding all the necessary ingredients. I’ll cheat and use a biscuit crust since they have several cans of biscuit dough. While I mix the eggs and chop veggies, Carnage slides up next to me and puts a plate of sliced banana and a cup of coffee on the counter next to me.
“Figured you could use a little snack while you cook.”
“You remembered I like bananas.”
“Yes. They aren’t super ripe. Phantom always buys them when they’re still a little green so they don’t go bad quickly.”
My face lights up. “That’s the way I like them best. They have almost a little snap to them.”
He chuckles. “Whatever you like.”
“Do you like bananas?”
“Sure.” He shrugs. “I’m not a picky eater.”
“I am. Well, not picky, just?—”
“Textures.”
