“Aw, c’mon,” Cray Cray whines pathetically. “Just let me have a little fun.”
“If it’s fun you want, it’s fun you’ll get,” she says, her tone breathy.
Blessedly, their attention shifts from me to each other. Grunts, moans, and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fill the air. How anyone can fuck in the middle of this shit is beyond me, but I’ll take it.
I attempt to draw in a breath, and agony steals the air immediately. Peach screams her release, and I do my best to focus on that. I don’t want to listen, but it gives me something to focus on so I can stay awake.
“Goddamn, Peach,” Cray Cray groans, and then he’s shouting with an orgasm.
The room goes silent for a few minutes. I pray that they’ll be too tired to pay me any attention, but no such luck. Peach returns to my side and digs her heel into my chest.
“Just think, you’ll never get to fuck Lyric again,” she sneers.
Lyric. Please find me.
“Fuck… you,” I manage to push out.
She lifts her foot from my chest, slams it into my chest, and the world goes pitch black.
28
LYRIC
By the time church ends, the only thing I want to do is find Mellie and apologize for being a dick. I know my anger is justified, but talking to her like I did isn’t. I make my way to the room she’s been staying in and make a mental note to move her back toourquarters by the end of the day. No way am I sleeping without her from now on.
“Mellie,” I call as I knock on the door.
When I get no response, I open it and step inside. The room is empty. I return to the common room to find Savvy and Patti lounging on one of the couches, watching TV.
“Have either of you seen Mellie?” I ask.
“No,” Savvy replies.
“We only came out of our rooms about half an hour ago,” Patti adds.
“Yo, Pres,” Junior shouts from the pool table where he’s watching the other prospects play.
“What?”
“Mellie stormed outta here about an hour ago,” he says.
I stalk toward him. “What the fuck do you mean she stormed outta here? We’re on lockdown.”
The man’s eyes widen as if he’s just now realizing how badly he fucked up. “Uh… I… Well…”
I grab him by the throat and slam him into the wall. “What part of lockdown don’t you understand, prospect?”
“I… She…” he stammers.
I glare at Colin and Danny, both of whom have stopped their game. “Go get Quake,” I order, and they scramble to do my bidding. Returning my attention to Junior, I say, “I had such high hopes for you.”
“It’ll never h-happen again.”
“You’re right, it won’t. Hard to fuck up when you’re dead.”
“D-dead?”
“Can you think of a better way to teach you a lesson?”
