Page 157 of Satan's Spawn
The moon, the earth, and the axis all revolve around Rebecca’s light, and I’m a single man trying to stop this cosmic order.
But here’s the thing about having a weakness like that, it can quickly turn into another man’s bargaining chip.
Especially that asshole Felix who I’ve been watching try to crawl his way back into her graces with concerned looks and fleeting whispers.
There’s no way he wants Rebecca more than his pride needs to get back at me.
“All I’m sayin’ is, you better not pull any shit at the dance, bro.” He sits up shaking his head. “You put this girl through it.”
My spidey senses twitch, picking up on something peculiar. Saint always tries to play the voice of reason in my diabolical head, but lately it seems a little too personal.
“Since when do you give a shit what I do with the bitches in this school?” I eye him through slitted lids. “And you got the name, motherfucker, but you’re no saint.”
Saint jumps to his feet, pointing a finger at me. “Those bitches are just that…bitches. We both know Bex ain’t one of ’em.”
I let out a bitter laugh, the pieces slowly coming together. “You got a thing for her, don’t you?” I swipe my thumb across my bottom lip, already imagining the ways I can carve his face with my knuckles. “You want Rebecca.”
It’s Saint’s turn to laugh. “Trust me, asshole, if I wanted her, I’d already have her.”
I swing my fist hard and fast, connecting with his jaw. Saint’s head swivels to the side, and smiles as he rubs the reddened area.
“So, we’re doing this, then?” he chuckles, his gaze darkening, turning into the vicious motherfucker I know he really is.
Good, because I need that asshole now more than my best friend. I slap two hands against my chest. “Looks like it.”
This wouldn’t be the first time we came to blows, living together for three years will do that to any two hot heads.
Saint’s punch is just as powerful as mine, and I eat up the sting that comes with it like a vacuum.
My chest heaves, and so does his as we size each other up.
“Is that why you gave her those meds behind my back?” I shove him. “’Cause you were trying to get your dick wet?”
“You know damn well I don’t see her like that.” He shoves me back. “I did it because she’s been working her ass off for you, and deserved the break.”
I don’t realize my knife is in my hand until it’s at his throat. “So your loyalty lies with her then?”
There’s a glimpse of offense flickering in his gaze before it goes back to stone cold. “You know damn well where my loyalty lies.”
I press the knife harder into his throat just as something sharp stings my ribs. Saint smirks. “I got trinkets too, motherfucker.”
Looking down, I find his stun gun wrapped around his knuckles, the spikes at the joint end of it pricking my side.
Huffing out a breath, my lips form a grin. “You seriously whippin’ out Halo on me?”
Yup, the dick’s got a name for his souped up brass knuckles.
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
Like I said, we’ve been here before.
I pull back my knife at the same time as he removes the sharp points from my side, the mood shifting immediately back to normal.
“You done now?” He pops a brow
I flip the knife closed. “Yeah, whatever. You’re still a dick.”
He fists said dick with his hand. “A big ole’ one too.”
