Page 51 of Cry Baby
Hollis still occupied the same damn stool.
For five years he’d come to this bar every Friday.
Five years.
Two hundred sixty Fridays.
Not everyone.
But... enough.
Enough for me to learn his habits. He flirted with busty blondes when his fuck stick wasn’t with him, and when he was, they just sucked face in the corner.
He always ordered the same two boring beers before switching to whiskey, and he always tipped Enrique, the bartender, twenty percent. He scratched the back of his neck when he lied.
Predictable.
I hated predictable, but I hated Hollis more.
There was something about the prick that always made me feel like electricity was zapping the fuck out of me. A sense of déjà vu I couldn’t shake that made me sick when I thought too hard on it.
It’d been years of this dance between us—the constant jeers and taunts.
Then Piggy got promoted. Good for the corporate drone.
So did I.
I wasn’t just the hunter now.
Mistress told me she believed in me, that I would be the one to break the product down. I was good at my job. No one got away from me. The best sales were from my hands. Never again would someone use me in that fucking room full of plants that were there to mask the scent of blood and come.
I was the fucking god that the men who used to rape me now begged to give them something new. Melodie brushed imaginary lint from my black jacket and smiled at me. She was the closest thing I had to a friend in the fucked up world I lived in.
She got on my nerves sometimes, but I imagined that was just what family did. I had a brother before I went missing, but I didn’t remember shit about him. He was my fraternal twin. Grown in the womb together, but now fated to live apart forever.
How is my brother?
Does he ever think about me?
I was nine when I was kidnapped. He might not even remember me.“You’ve been staring.” Melodie giggled, and I rolled my eyes.
“I’m observing.”
“You already know everything there is to know about him.”
“Not yet,” I protested and turned my body away from her nagging.
“What more then? You wanna know him sexually, finally? You two are the definition of sexual tension.”
I watched Hollis laugh, and my dick thumped at the sound.
Fuck her for being right.
People gathered around the asshole naturally, clapping him on the back and congratulating him on some new promotion in the ranks of his swine family.
He was the king of the cops.
I was the god of the criminal sex trade organization.
