Page 118 of Savagely Yours
A truck emerged from the clearing.
A man swung from the side of the truck bed. Another, who so closely resembled him that they had to be twins, rode on the roof. One swerve, and they both would go flying, though neither looked concerned about the possibility.
“Oh no, I think we’ve run into a den of crazies,” Larke whispered.
One of the twins, the one on top of the truck, waved. “Yoo-hoo! Howdy, there. You seem to be headed for our little setup. I’m Memphis, and that’s my brother, Dallas. We’re the sheriffs in this here town.”
“Dallas” made a siren noise.
We rolled to a stop in front of the gate.
Their truck stopped beside us.
Both men hopped down and walked over to the van, and I watched their approach closely. However, the moment the one who called himself Memphis noticed Larke, he changed course and headed for the passenger side.
I went on full alert.
We might have come in peace, but if he thought about putting a hand on my wife, I would be taking samples of twin human tissue for Dr. Diaz to study as well.
They were identical, but they wore their hair differently. Strangely, even the scars on their faces, necks, and shoulders were exactly the same.
Memphis didn’t break eye contact as he made his way to Larke’s lowered window. “My god, Dallas. You seein’ what I’m seein’?”
“I’m seein’ what you’re seein’, brother,” Dallas said.
Memphis clutched his chest. “Darlin’, point me to the lab where they made you because I want three of you. I’ll take you like medicine: one every four hours.”
“But, Memph, that’s only half a day.”
“I’ll rotate ‘em. That way, each one gets some rest before they have to put their pussy on my face again.”
“Hey,” I called.
I knew their kind of crazy.
I knew I didn’t have to say anything further.
Dallas snickered. “Told you it’s his girl, Memph. He’s looking at you like how the boss looks at me whenever I start messing with the doc. He’s going to fuck me up for real one of these days.”
“Naw, the boss knows we respect him. The doc’s just pretty, and you know how we get when we see a pretty face.” Memphis folded his arms and rested them on the top edge of the door panel. “So, where are you two coming from, what do you want, and how can we be of service?”
“We’re looking for Dr. Diaz,” Larke said, holding onto my wrist as if she expected me to pounce. “A friend of ours, Dr. Tobe Okoro, said we could find Dr. Tayler Diaz here. We have lab notes, tissue samples—basically, all of his research. I’m sure she’ll know better what they are, but he wanted to make sure she got them.”
Memphis studied her face while she spoke, smiling slightly, and I would have bet my left arm that he didn’t hear a word she said.
Dallas raised his nose in the air. “What else you got back there besides ‘research’? Because I smell a woman. No,women.Like…like two of ‘em. Any of ‘em like dick? Even if it’s only one, me and Memph can share her. She might be shy at first, but she’ll like it in the end.”
Memphis shook his head. “Count me outta this one, brother. I think I’m in love.”
“Memph, Mr. Driver here looks like he don’t play about her.”
“I don’t,” I said.
Larke tapped my hand as if to say it was all right.
She even had the nerve to look amused.
Undoubtedly, she’d picked up on the fact that I didn’t think they were a real threat on account of how close I’d allowed Memphis to get to her. Still, that didn’t mean I wouldn’t bring his infatuation to an end with a well-placed bullet.
