Page 13 of The Deeper Game
Nooo!I slid down in my seat.
“Calendar year or since last September?” Thor asked lazily.
“Jesus,” Matteo said. “Since last September. Whatever.”
“A lot,” I said.
“How many is that?” he asked.
Odin and Thor exchanged glances.
Pick a number, any number,I thought as the intensity built.
“Fifteen,” Thor finally said.
“Hmm,” Odin said. “I was going to go a dozen, but we average more than one a month, I guess. So, yeah, about fifteen.”
Matteo snorted. “You don’t even count. You guys work too hard.”
“That’s what I’ve been telling them,” I said. “They need relief. They really do.”
“A few hours a month? That’s too hard?” Thor said.
“You know what I mean,” Matteo said.
“Vengeance never sleeps,” Odin said.
“Yeah…” Matteo inched open the door, “but maybe vengeance deserves to chill sometimes.”
“Those motherfuckerswishwe were dead,” Thor said.
“Okay.” Matteo finally got out.
I swallowed, trying to keep my eyes steady on the seam of the seat back, trying not to pant. It didn’t help that the vibrations on my nipples and my clit had changed in character to a soft pulsing.
“Well then…” Matteo seemed like he was about to close the door. Leaving.
Then he leaned back in. “Did you guys get that on your tattoo yet?”
“We’ve started it,” Odin said. “You WISH we were dead, motherfuckers. On a scroll that an angel holds.” Way earlier, we’d gotten a cloud with four lightning bolts, symbolizing the four of us, on our ankles. We’d meant to do the ‘Motherfuckers’ one above the original tattoo, but we’d decided it would be better on the biceps due to the hairiness of Zeus’s calves.
“We were thinking of having it partly in Latin,” Thor added. “But then who the fuck could read it?”
Matteo chuckled.
Odin had already started on the addition to our tattoos. I liked the idea of that tattoo at first, but lately, I wondered if it was the best tattoo for us.
You WISH we were dead, motherfuckers.
Who gets a motto tattooed on their skin about how much their enemies hate them and wish they were dead? It seemed negative—even a little dangerous on a new-age/positive visualization level—to put such a wish on your skin.
This thought damped my libido enough for me to pay attention to the conversation again.
“Isis has the tattoo that is furthest along. I already did her angel and part of the scrollwork. You want to see it?” Odin asked him suddenly.
I swallowed.Say no. Go!I pleaded in my mind, wishing I could blast my thoughts right into Matteo’s brain.Go! Go!
“You guys...” Matteo shook his head. “I’ll see them when they’re done.”
