Page 68 of The Dead Don't Talk
At first, the sudden change in light makes it hard to focus. Even when I do, I blink hard. And again.
“Oh, fuck.”
My shaking words are filled with relief at the sight and met with equally as unsteady grins.
“You lived,” my kitten whispers thickly, that thick bottom lip of his trembling as his eyes flick to the cowards in the corner.
I reach for him through the bars, even as Jerry scolds and warns me.
She can try and take my arm. I’m going to touch my kitten.
“Hey, boss.” Wilson’s gruff words are like a balm to my aching heart, his incredibly stiff shoulders bumping Amo’s as I reach for him, too.
They take turns pecking my lips through the bars and though the contact is exactly what I needed, it’s also pissing me off. I can’t quite get a feel of their mouths. Just the ghost of heat and pressure and my heart wants to weep at how much I missed them. How much I need to touch them.
It’s just been a night, asshole. Get a grip.
But I can’t. Won’t. I need them with everything I have, and I’ve spent too much time avoiding it.
“Jerry,” I growl, my fingers wrapping up in their shirts. “Get me the fuck out of here.”
She finally meets my gaze over top of Amo’s wild curls with a glint of something I don’t like.
“You assaulted an elder.”
“He deserved it. No one likes him,” I shoot back.
“It’s gonna cost you.”
Amo whips around so fast I don’t get the chance to release him, the threads of his shirt popping free from my grip on him.
“I’ll bring you pastries everyday I’m inside the community,” he rushes out and her eyes light up. “Thegoodones.”
My bartering little kitten.
But then she reaches for the box in his hands, and he jerks it back.
“Not these ones. Fresh ones. Apple maybe? No, a nutty one.”
“It’s not like these fucks are doing what they’re supposed to do anyways,” she mumbles with an eye roll that lands on a meanmug for my cellmates. And then just like that, Jerry is grinning like a small child as she reaches for the keys.
“You really do have a magic mouth, kitten.”
Who knew my life was worth the best treat to get in this place.
Chapter 34
Then there were three
Wilson
“Now what?” Amo asksas he skips along beside us, his grin back in place.
Moros grunts his reply around the pastries Amo made for him, crumbs falling from his sticky lips.
It makes me wanna kiss him, just to taste the two together.
“Well,” I start on a cleared throat to distract myself from the one man I could never understand my attraction to, though I think I’m beginning to, and smile for our excited boyfriend. Moros hasn’t said it yet, but I could see the stars in his eyes when Jerry let him out. “What dowantto do?”
