What do you think about this? Oh, right, you can’t talk, you have no lips.
Oh, your teeth are very nice. They will make a pretty necklace.
Love the hair. Maybe I’ll ask Matty to teach me to crochet, and I’ll make a sweater out of it.
But despite the insane conversations, he’s pulled the information from them seamlessly.
Mostly. There were a lot of cuts and stabs and a little poison from Agatha, but in the end, they spilled it all.
The men who infiltrated the Costellos’ estate were hired by a Siren. We got her info and location. She must be one of the surviving women who are out for vengeance for the murder of Tish. Obviously, someone Anthony missed. I’d call him incompetent, but Bane wouldn’t like that. He thinks of him like a father, and I refuse to insult him…at least while Bane’s around.
But it bothers me that because of Anthony’s mistakes, Bane’s been injured. It’s been twice now since I arrived. And all of it because of something Anthony overlooked. It’s because he’s so distracted by his toy, by Tatum, that he doesn’t have a clear head. They’re too busy fucking.
But I can relate.
Bane is a distraction too.
A huge one.
I think about sinking into that tight little hole far too often.
I peer over at the man I’m obsessed with. He’s waving a severed hand around, pretending he’s a butler.
“Hello, welcome to my humble abode,” he says with a British accent and a wild grin. He presses the severed hand to his stomach and bends as if giving a bow. “It’s so nice you’re all here. I’ve been waiting for you.”
He turns toward me and waggles the hand around lavishly. “And so has my partner. The most handsome man of all.”
I arch an eyebrow at him, and his grin widens.
“You shouldn’t be playing with body parts.”
“But it’s fun.”
He pouts so cutely that I find I can’t wait to scrub him clean and do things to him. Dirty, mean things that will make him come untouched.
I might even kiss him again.
My tongue sneaks out, wetting my lips. Bane catches sight of it and pauses, the arm and hand waving back and forth like a pendulum.
“You’re tempting me on purpose.”
“I’m not.”
“You are,” he says and then sighs, the hand flopping onto the ground. “I think we have what we need. We can clean up here and then go upstairs and get all squeaky clean.”
My tongue swipes across the front of my teeth at the thought.
“You can wash me with soap and get into every nook and cranny.”
My hand runs along my chest.
“I’ll smell so good for you. All pink and clean and smooth.”
I take a step toward the door, and Bane grins, shifting on his feet.
“Come on, Bane of my life. The cleanup here can wait.”
He bounces toward me, slipping on some blood and falling to his hands and knees. He smears it across his shirt when he stands, and I sigh.
