Deliver us from Evil - Logan Fox Page 0,53

my way over every inch of her.

“So what are you saying?” Rube says.

She looks over at him, and starts stroking the back of my hand. “I don’t think he’ll fit.”

Jesus Christ, she’s doing this on purpose. I don’t care how innocent she sounds, she’s got to know every single word coming out of her mouth is a double entendre. I mean, the guy’s sitting on her fucking bed. She’s wearing nothing but a silk robe. And I can practically smell how desperate she is for a fuck.

We’ve spent many nights in that pastel pink bed of hers—me, Rube, Apollo. Nothing more than some light petting and some serious kissing though. She’s constantly leaving us with blue balls, and then walking around like she doesn’t have a fucking clue how close we came to holding her down and just taking what she seems so ready to give.

I know it has to do with Zach. And I know Rube has this fucked up notion that he’ll rip her in half with his giant dick.

If I thought it would make even the slightest difference, I’d have told them all to spend some quality time on PornHub and see how many cunts get ripped apart on there.

We can’t break her any more than we already have…and I didn’t hear anyone complaining back then.

But after all the shit with Zach getting shot, Gabriel getting away, and our last chance at revenge decomposing in its own shallow grave…I guess we all suffered a bit of a setback.

Hopefully, that shit’s all settled now.

“Fit where, my little slut?” I ask her, sliding my hand down the front of her body and cupping a breast.

Zach’s eyes move to my hand, then up to my face. I grin at him.

He’s the sadist in the house, sure, but that doesn’t mean I don’t like fucking with him.

“On the bed,” she says, as if it’s painfully obvious what she was referring to. I give her tit an extra hard squeeze for that, and she lets out an indignant little gasp.

“Then he sleeps on the floor,” Rube says.

I barely stop a laugh, glancing at him from the corner of my eye. Rube walks up and comes to stand beside Trinity. He crosses his arms over his chest, and then cocks his head to the chaise lounge pushed against the glass wall opposite the bed. “Or the couch.”

“Hmm,” Trinity muses. “Maybe the couch.”

There’s a long, drawn out silence. Then Apollo ducks toward Zach and whispers, “I think she wants you to go over to—”

“Yeah, fuck,” Zach growls, standing in a rush. He comes close as he walks past, and gives all three of us a scathing glare.

I almost fucking giggle. It must be eating him up, trying to keep his temper in check.

I’ve been there to pick him up after each therapy session, and shit gets fucking real in those first few minutes as we fuck off out of Dana Point.

When Zach ratted on me to his shrink, telling the guy I helped him control his urges, I was dragged in there for a session or two myself.

Ain’t fuck all wrong with me, so I refused anything more permanent, but I was happy to help out Zach.

Except, now I can’t. I’m not allowed to be his pin cushion anymore. We’ll never get to finish the smiley face of cigarette burns on my stomach.

The shrink was horrified when I lifted up my shirt, which I found hilarious…which Zachary didn’t.

That was my last co-session with them.

So when he walks past and throws us a glare, it feels like it lands harder on me. Like I’m the one who said he has issues he needs to sort out.

Well…he did abandon us. And he didn’t do fuck all when Gabriel took our Trinity away.

So yeah.

Therapy is his punishment.

And he can glare at me all he wants for thinking I’m a hypocrite.

But I do feel for him. I can’t imagine what it’s like, having to deal with our shit on top of the maelstrom of pain and suffering churning around inside his head.

So I grin at him.

That makes him huff and turn his back on us. Big mistake.

Don’t ever turn your back on a wild animal.

Rube grabs the back of Zachary’s neck and shoves him forward, pinning him down on the bed.

Trinity gasps. Apollo shoots forward. I barely manage to grab the back of his shirt and haul him back before he can interfere. When he turns to give me an incredulous stare, I shake my head.

We all have