Page 28 of Craved By Lust

“How do you feel?” Genesis pulls the car to a stop, and I look at the night sky.

“I feel like Saint beat me in anything in life,” I mumble, and he throws his head back, laughing hard as fuck.

“Damn, that bad, huh?” he asks as he pops the driver’s side door open.

“Maybe even worse,” I wince, feeling dizzy.

“Well, maybe a little fun will help cure that,” he shrugs as we saunter over to the lone shed in the woods with no windows. He undoes the thick rusted chain on the heavy doors and slides inside without opening it all the way.

It’s dark as fuck, but the lack of light helps my head, so I’m not complaining. When Genesis flicks the switch in the room, I groan, closing one eye, but make no other indication of how shitty I feel right now.

I only shove the table in the middle of the floor out of the way and lift the heavy wooden latch, wrinkling my nose at the dust.It’s been a while since I’ve been here.I stopped hunting a while ago since I hate the smell and sight of blood, but for some reason, I’ve had the urge to hunt more.

Even though there’s a step ladder leading down, my brother and I jump down, hitting the concrete with a soft thud. We don’t bother turning on any lights because the movement from us being there has the motion-sensing lights flickering on in the bunker full of guns of every brand one can think of: knives so sharp they can slice through skin like butter, bats, hammers, axes, you name it.If it can be used to kill, it’s here.

I bypass that and walk to the shower, wash off, then go over to the drawers on the far wall and pull one open taking out one of the all-black t-shit, dickie jeans, combat boots, and a belt and change before I grab my Scream mask as Genesis packs up the things we need.

“You wanted a knife, right? Because I packed you one.”

“I don’t give fuck what I use. I just need to delete this asshole from being able to breathe the same crisp air that my wife breathes.”

“Fair.” We walk through the tunnel to the old unsuspecting cars with fake plates and he hops in an old Kia, since there are about a billion of those sons of bitches on the road. If some shit does go wrong,not that it would,we’d easily get drowned out in commotion and traffic.

I hop in behind him, sliding on the hoodie to cover my hair as he starts the car and drives off down the long tunnel, making about twenty turns through the underground passageway. Soon we come out of it, press the button that opens the passage from the mountain, and drive from the unlit bridge until we acclimate into traffic.

I glance at the time and pull out my phone to text my baby, and my heart thumps because just as I click on her name, a text shows up.

My Cherry Cake : Hey I don’t know if you’re up but when you get this text me back okay…

My Cherry Cake : I’m worried about you.

Damn… she really is perfect.

Frankie : I’m up. I’m just laying down resting. My head is a bit better, now that you texted me.

My Cherry Cake : Oh! That’s great! I was worried sick

Frankie : Well I don’t want that! But thank you for worrying about me

My Cherry Cake : Of course, though I am sad. I was going to invite you over to my place to watch a movie but maybe next time.

“FUCKKKK!” I shout, slamming my hand into the door, cracking the window, making Genesis look over at me with a frown.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“My wife was going to invite me over… but this fucking … whatever the fuck it is ruined it,” I grit out, and he sighs.

“Shit man, tough break. Is she willing to let you come over tomorrow?”

“Fuck tomorrow! I want to be with her now!” I cock my head to the side, looking at him like he’s crazy for asking me such a stupid question.

“Yeah… my bad that was stupid.”

“No shit,” I mutter, going back to texting her.

“Well, it’s not like you weren’t going to sneak in to see her anyway,” he rebuts and I throw my head back against the headrest.

“It’s not the same.”

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