Page 98 of The Devil's Weakness

I turn on the television and begin scrolling through the channels. When nothing catches my eye, I settle on the news.

“… been an influx of drug-related deaths in the area. Hagerstown Police have reported a record year so far for the number of arrests made for possession of narcotics. They recovered over four-hundred grams of heroin last month, alone.”

Immediately, Death’s Road comes to mind. I think about the twitchy way Michael was acting on the day he disappeared. It looked like he was headed out to do something stupid. I don’t know. Maybe he was just jonesing for a hit. That would have explained his erratic behavior and mood swings.

“…a recent stop along route seventy. Troopers found forty-seven bricks of suspected heroin. For those, like me, who aren’t sure how significant that is, one brick contains fifty bags of heroin. The driver and their passenger were each charged with two counts of possession with intent to deliver heroin and one count each of possessing heroin and possessing drug paraphernalia.”

“You’re still here?” Sasha breaks me from my trance on the television.

She cocks her eyebrow with attitude, and she’s got her hand propped up on her hip over the towel that’s wrapped around her.

My cock twitches with need upon seeing her half-naked body, and I practically leap off of the sofa. She barely moves as I stalk toward her, eyes glued to her curves, barely hidden beneath the towel.

Before I’m able to wrap my arms around her and take her into the bedroom, she holds her hand out, stopping me.

“Uh-uh,” she says. “Until you learn how to keep our private life private, you’re not allowed back in there.”

Ourprivate life, she said. I smile.

Turning on one foot, she enters her room and locks the door. I eagerly wait for her to open it again as I latch my hands onto the molding around the top of the door frame. A few minutes later, the door flies open, and she lets out a tiny scream, not expecting me to still be in her doorway.

“I don’t suppose you’re leaving anytime soon?” she asks.

With a serious look on my face, I purse my lips and shake my head slowly.

She rolls her eyes and forces her way past me, rubbing up against my dick as she goes.

I swear she did that shit on purpose.

She plops down onto the sofa, grabbing the remote to scroll through the channels again.

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About two hours later,we still haven’t moved from our place on the sofa.

We haven’t spoken, haven’t touched, haven’t acknowledged that we’re even in the same room with one another. However, I can feel both the irritation and arousal coming off of her in waves. They’re crashing into mine, and every second that ticks by, I lose more of my control.

If I placed my hand over her heart, would it beat to the same elevated rhythm as my own?

Just as I finally decide that I’m going to climb on top of her and put an end to this bullshit, there’s a frantic knock at her door.

She looks at me when she hears the growl deep in my chest.

“Sasha? Are you in there?”

It’s that motherfucking Boy Scout.

She hops up and opens the door, and he comes rushing inside.

“Are you okay?”

He holds her head between his hands and inspects her face. For what? I have no fucking idea.

“Get your fucking hands off of her, shithead,” I growl at him.

“What ishedoing here?” he ignores me completely and continues talking to Sasha.

“He’s… nothing. It’s fine.”

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