Page 55 of Petty Deadly Gorgeous

“Damn, she’s right.” Anton nodded. “That would give us time to dose him.”

“Dose him?” Dom looked around at all of us.

Jon smiled at him. “We can get a potion mixed up that can be slipped to him to induce hallucinations, dreams.” He shrugged. “Whatever we want.”

Hugh pushed his plate forward and leaned on the table. “Which means we’d need you to stay close to him, Dom.”

“I’m with you so far.” He nodded. “But then what?”

“His meat’s too tainted for the diner.” Ollin grimaced. “Tristan? You could take care of it?”

“Oh, yeah.” Tristan’s eyes narrowed. “I might like to use his corpse too before I turn it to ash.”

Dom’s head slowly turned to me and he mouthed, “necrophilia?”

I lifted my right shoulder in a casual shrug and looked at Anton. “You could handle the car?”

“Awe, yeah.” He grinned. “No way anyone will ever find that car.”

“And this is how we protect our own.” Elliott nodded. “Is this man one of us?” He pointed at Dom.

“I say he is.” Jon got up and cleared the dirty dishes from the table. “Last night he remembered who he is.”

“Who?” Ollin sat forward. “I wanna know if I’m right.”

I laughed. “Gentlemen meet Count Bathory.”

Ollin held out his hand to Tristan. “You owe me a c note!”

Tristan leaned to the side and pulled his wallet out while shaking his head. “Dammit.”

Dom laughed with everyone and then nodded to Ollin. “I have to know. Who are you?”

“I’m Ollin Graves.” He winked. “The earliest I can remember takes me back to the early fifteen hundreds. I believe they called me Ranulf back then. My village burned me at the stake for eating a child.” He sighs. “Fools. The village was starving.”

Dom looked at his lap and then lifted his head and took a deep breath. “I’m a serial killer. The first kill was completely an accident. The next four weren’t.”

Everyone sat back and waited. The floor was his, and we wanted the story.

He laughed. “Sex is fun, but I love when it’s rough. Dirty. Hard. Painful. And sometimes I get carried away.” Dom shrugged. “My brother owns a pig farm and has helped me out.”

Around the table, coffee cups lifted and Ollin gave the toast. “One of us!”

Dom lifted his cup as well and we all clinked, yelling out, “ONE OF US!”

“So we have a plan. Anna, can you mix up a potion?” Ollin asked.

“You bet your wrinkled ass I can.”

“Last I remember, you ate my wrinkled ass out, so stuff it.” He laughed. “Anton will handle the car. Tristan can have the tainted meat.” Ollin looked at Gustavo. “Do you need a cadaver for anything?”

“You know, I have some young female trainees coming in. He’ll be perfect for them to cut apart before Tristan discards him.”

Dom laughed. “If I didn’t know better, I’d think you have done this before.”

I looked at him and nodded. “We take care of our own.”

“Can you handle being close to him for the next month?” Hugh pinned Dom with a stare.

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