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He snorted. “Well, you know… don’t rule out everything. We still need to have fun.” Yeah. His idea of fun would be beating the crap out of some guy, especially a homophobe. We all knew Has-Been would fuck anything, any gender, any fucking persuasion. Hell… he even racked up the occasional DILF.
I saw Reacher heading past, as we were parking the van back up, having been to collect a small shipment, and delivered it to our packaging site, for it to be repackaged up for dealers. He’d probably been with the caged MILF. I wanted to know how much longer he planned to keep her. Actually, I wanted to know a lot of things.
“Brother, I need to see the Pres. You good here?” Has-Been waved me off, so I hopped down from the van, and ran after my president.
“Reacher?” He stopped in his tracks. He’d been heading from the clubhouse to the security shack by the entrance.
“Yeah. All go okay?”
I nodded. “It’s with despatch.” He nodded back at me.
“Good job. What’s up?”
I glanced back the way he’d come.
“You been in with the MILF?”
He glared at me briefly. “Alicia. Yes. She’s been filling me in on everything she can, to do with the bitch.”
“It’s been a week, Pres. How much more can she possibly know? When are you getting rid of her?”
He shrugged, avoiding my eyes for some reason.
“When it’s time. It’s not time yet.”
“Are you fucking her?”
His hand closed around my throat so fast, that I almost staggered away from him, except for that grip.
“Remember your fucking place, kid. What I do, and who I do it with, is none of your damn business. Now get the hell out of my sight.”
“Jesus, Pres.” I pulled at his hand, and he released me, making me stagger after all.
“Look, don’t go making assumptions about anything. We’re still trying to find this bitch for you, and it takes time. I’m not killing her, until I know that there’s absolutely nothing more we can learn from her.”
It made sense when he put it like that.
“Christ, I’m sorry. I’m just being an asshole.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time,” he muttered in response. “Now I need to go talk to the prospects about the security rota. You gonna bugger off now, and leave me to it?”
“Look… I’m not sleeping great right now, so if you need me to cover any shifts…”
He waved me away. “Get out of here. You’ll sleep just fine, once we find the bitch.”
And so I found myself at a loss again. It was the thing that led me to get on my bike, and get the hell out of there for a while.Alone.
I probably shouldn’t have gone out alone, but I was more than capable of looking after myself. That one night was not indicative of my normal life. I didn’t normally get forced into situations like that. I just didn’t.
The weirdest thing was what happened when I ended up back at that place. The room. The squat. The place where she did what she did.
I saw the place had been trashed even more since I’d last been there. The bed stripped, and most of the things from the roommissing. I could see now that there had been cameras up. There were visible wires hanging down, where she’d retrieved them, or maybe they’d been stolen.
There was nothing new to learn here. I probably spent a good ten minutes, standing against the wall in there, trying to get my brain to remember any detail that might help me work out who she was. It was frustrating as hell.
Nothing had come back, over two damn weeks. Just those brief flashes of red hair, plum lips, plum nails, and pain, as she clawed my chest. I couldn’t even really feel the sex. Those flashes of memory were all about the pain. And the dreams, Jesus, thedreams. My mind clearly chose to fill in the blanks. She’d been a demon. A cannibal. She’d peeled the flesh from my chest and eaten it, while she fucked me. She’d torn my throat out. Torn my cock off. She’d devoured me, while I lay alive and screaming.
And… yeah… there were the other dreams. The ones where I was with her, and I was aware, and I was willingly fucking her. It was bizarre. Messed up. And those were the kind of dreams a man normally woke from with a boner, but not me. Still dead as a fucking doornail.
