Page 57 of Shadowman
Maybe.“No!” I snap. “But I’m not afraid of touching some dick. I’m not afraid of shit.” I launch out of my seat. Furious determination powering my actions. “In fact, let’s go. We’re doing it. Right now.”
Yea. Didn’t expect that, did you?!
They share a look of sheer disbelief, and it buzzes through my muscles.
That’s right. Your move, bitches.
“Wait, now??” Luthor gasps.
“Yes,now,” I grunt. Acommand. “I don’t care. I’ll save your stupid relationship. My dick is like the fucking Red Cross at this point.”
The more they protest, the more my stubbornness takes over, until I’m ready to do just aboutanythingto prove how fucking casual I am.
This shit doesn’t affect me. I’mfine.
I’m so fucking centered, I’m basically magma.
They’rethe babies. I’m a sexual Dalai Lama in this bitch.
Theywishthey could be on my level.
We’re doing this. Becausetheyneedme.
Luthor is fidgeting, making logistical excuses, but I flick my hand in Ren’s direction. “Work yourRen magic, bro. Have Jasper take us to your cell.” Without waiting for them to keep stalling, I grab my tray and storm off, barking at them over my shoulder, “Come on, chop chop! We doing this, or what??”
Dumping my trash, I saunter over to where Jasper is posted up on watch by the door, my head spinning with too many things. But the adrenaline is pumping, clouding me from overthinking, and it’s good.I need it.
I refuse to stop for one second, because stopping will give me time to second-guess this decision, and I don’t want that.
I want towin.
This is a game, after all.EverythingRen does is a game, using people like chess pieces. Controlling us, pushing us around the board in whichever way will benefit him the most.
Well, guess what, bro?? You exposed your weak spot… Bad move.
Hebrought this up, and now he deserves to feel all kinds of stupid.
I’m gonna mess around with the love of his goddamn life, and he’s gonna sit there and watch it, just like I have to sit back and watch all kinds of shit…
“What do you want, inmate?” Jasper grunts, because I’m just standing here, smirking to myself.
“Ren has a favor to ask you.” My grin widens.
Jasper rolls his eyes. “Great…”
Luthor finally gets up, hesitantly stalking over. I whistle and nod at Ren.
Let’s go, boss. You wanted this.
Ren’s face is the picture of miserable uncertainty as he convinces Jasper—rather weakly, I might add—to bring the three of us to his cell. Luthor is nervous, understandably. But he seems like he’s ready for it…
Whatever we’re about to do together in the name of making his possessive boyfriend jealous.
Much to everyone’s surprise, Jasper agrees. We set off walking, back to the row. And every step of the way, my heart is thumping…
We’re doing this.
We’re doing this.
