Page 90 of Gluttony

“What in the actual fuck is Mickey doing here?” Bowie spins to face us, clasping at her chest as though she’s struggling to breathe.

“Like I said, happy birthday.” I give my best version of a boyish grin, knowing it looks far more devilish than boyish, and I’m not sad about that.

“Hap—happy birthday?” Her breaths are coming thick and fast, but she’s not quite at panic attack level yet. “…The fuck?”

“It’s okay, Sweetheart. We’re here.” Orion wraps his thick arms around her and pulls her into his chest. She gives in for a moment, relaxing into him before pushing away.

“B-Bo?” The coughing sound from Mickey brings all the attention back to him,fucking cockroach. “Oh, thank God, Bo. These men are fucking crazy, baby. Help me?”

“Mickey? Why are you here?” With slow, tentative steps, she gets closer to him. Twenty feet…fifteen…ten.

“That’s close enough!” It’s like Hayes and I are twins with how well he knows me…ha. He said exactly what I was about to say,because I don’t want our Little Rabbit getting any closer to that scum than she needs to.

She turns and glares at us with annoyance, and I just know that a,“really?”was implied with the look.

“Bo…Bo, come on, get away from them. We’ll run together. I just need…” He has another coughing fit and I can see that Bowie wants to go to him but she holds herself back. That kind, sweet, caring part of her wants to help him, and I fucking love that about her, but this is not the time. I’m on high alert, ready to run and grab her away from him if it comes to it because he is not safe for her. “I just need your help, my leg…” He gestures to his bare leg, covered in cuts and bruises.

He’s not completely naked this time. We allowed him a pair of boxers, mainly because we didn’t want Bowie to have to look at his flaccid, thin cock ever again. The only cocks she ever needs to see are ours.

“They kidnapped me, Bo. They’re fucking demented.” His furrowed, sad, sorry-for-himself brows become more angry and his top lip curls in a snarl.

It’s laughable, to be fair.

The three of us continue to stand and watch this play out, because while Bowie may not know she needs this, we do. There’s a darkness inside our woman, it’s only small and mostly surrounded by a lot more nice stuff, but we’re not afraid to let it thrive. She’ll need it because we aren’t exactly light and fluffy men.

“They kidnapped you?” She turns to look at us again, and her breathing has evened out now. “You kidnapped Mickey?”

My shrug is mirrored by my twin, but Orion holds his palms up.

“If we’re going to be technical, Hadley kidnapped Mickey. We just agreed to it.”

“Technical?” She blinks several times, her head wobbling from side to side in quick succession. “And you all thought this was a wonderful birthday present? To have me shoot my ex?”

More shrugging…

“We have cake and jewelry too, but we’re saving those for later.”

“Are you trying to be funny, Hayes?” She tilts her head, her eyes even wider than before.

“Rarely, and definitely not right now.” Hayes raises his brows in a silent challenge toward her and surprisingly, she huffs a small chuckle.

“Oh my God, this is so fucked up. What happened to him? You know I can’t shoot him, right?”

“Bo? Why are you laughing? Bo? For fuck sake, come and help me.” Mickey slides to the ground and is now on his arse.

Over the last week and a half, I’ve been keeping him alive with the bare minimum of food and water, just enough to have him last for this little birthday hunt, so he’s weak as fuck and in no state to even attempt a real escape at this point. Although, it was fun to let him think he could try.

“If you don’t shoot him, one of us will, because that sack of flesh and bones doesn’t deserve to be breathing the same fucking oxygen as you anymore. Okay?” I pick the rifle up from the ground and place it back in her soft hands. “Now, turn that gun around, Little Rabbit, because we aren’t your prey today.”

I step into her, gripping the barrel of the rifle with one hand and her chin with the other. Bringing my face millimeters away, I press my lips against hers before pushing a Tic Tac into her mouth from mine. She doesn’t resist, easily accepting my small gift, but she does sigh.

“Mickey isn’t prey, either. Are you seriously expecting me to shoot him?” Her cute face is all scrunched up, and the way she’s sucking on the mint is making her lips purse.

“No, we don’t expect you to just shoot him. We’re here to kill him, Diamond.”

Her head spins toward Hayes, behind me, and she glares at him with wider eyes than usual, like she’s horrified at the suggestion.

I don’t know why.

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