Page 114 of Remorseless
Studying Rebel’s bed and nightstands, Ryan saw nowhere he could place the camera without detection. Besides, if Ryan placed the camera on the side of her bed, how much of her pussy could Willard see?
Fuck, first he’d place the interceptor.
Just as the thought crossed his mind and he pulled it out of his pocket, a hand landed on his shoulder.
Fuck, fuck, and fuck.
He expected Rebel’s fist to greet him, instead of the burning intensity of Rule’s gaze.
“What are you doing here?” he spat. “Did she invite you in to fuck you?”
“What? No! That’s my cousin. Are you fucking insane?” Fuck, yes. Yes, he was. “That wasn’t a trick question, so never mind.”
Rule narrowed his eyes, and Ryan laughed nervously. Sweat popped off his brow.
“Why are you in here?” Rule glanced at Ryan, zeroing in on the hand holding the interceptor. “You’re bugging her room?”
“It isn’t what you think,” Ryan said faintly. “I-I can explain.”
“Why do you want to do it?”
He couldn’t admit the real reason. That would prove he had a role in Molly’s disappearance, so he thought quick. Rule was a freak. He’d just have to lethisfreak flag fly, too. His kissing cousin freak flag.
“I’m busted.” More nervous laughter escaped him. That wasn’t fake. He was about to shit his pants. He just tried to spin it as embarrassment instead of cold terror. “I…she’s fucking gorgeous.”
No cap. Rebel was exquisite.
“I wanted to see her without clothes.”
“You wanted to see if she plays with her pussy,” Rule breathed.
“Er, y-y-yeah.” Ryan scratched his chin. Nodded. Swallowed. Nodded again. “Uh huh. Exactly.”
“We’re building a case against her.” Grinning, Rule pointed up. “I’ll help you with the cameras if you send copies of the videos to me.”
Ryan shifted. “Y-y-y-y-y-ou w-w-w-w-want t-t-t-t-to s-s-s-s-see R-r-r-r-r-rebel?” His shock didn’t allow him to say another word.
“I once watched Mom and Dad,” he confessed in a tone only a weirdo used. “She’s a bigger slut than Rebel. Mom sucked Dad’s cock and swallowed his cum.”
“I only have one camera.”
“Get more. I’ll let you in to install them when the coast is clear. We’ll place the one tonight.”
“We?”
Hereallywanted to see his sister without clothes.
“I need evidence to present to the jury.”
What? “J-j-jury?”
“Whores are stoned to death. I’ve been tasked with judging her.”
Ryan’s stomach clenched. His only consolation was Rule would never,could never, stone his sister. “You’re the judge. Who’s the jury and executioner?”
Rule glanced up, cocked his head, and nodded. “I am with their direction.” He pointed up.
Unable to think of a response, Ryan shifted. Rule was a different level of crazy.
