“You’re busy with Cherry, aren’t you?”
Just the sound of her name on his lips angers me to no end. He doesn’t deserve to speak her name, he’s not worthy of it. He’s not worthy ofher.Fuck, neither am I but that isn’t going to stop me from pursuing her.
Jay sniggers down the phone at my silence. It’s a dead giveaway. There’s no way I could deny his accusation. “You are! Fuck, I knew it wouldn’t be long before you got your dick wet but just be careful yeah?” His tone turns serious.
My brows crease. “Be careful? What do you mean?”
I already know about Brynne’sextra curricular activities,well she hasn’t told me specifically but I can take a good stab in the dark that she’s not afraid to get her hands dirty, or covered in blood, but Jay’s warning has me on edge.
“C’mon man,” he huffs, “think with your brain and not your dick for a minute. You saw the state of her kitchen, right?”
“I did, but that still doesn’t answer my question of why I should be careful? I’m a grown-ass man.”
The last thing I need is to be treated like a child. Especially by Jay, and I know he’s only trying to look out for me but I really don’t like the way he’s speaking about Brynne, like she’s some raging psycho.
I can’t quite decide if that’s a good or bad thing?
Jay sighs down the phone and I can picture him pinching the bridge of his nose, clearly frustrated with me. “Exactly my point, you’re a man. She kills men!”
“How can you be so sure?” I throw back. Jay is silent for a moment, then I can hear the trepidation in his voice. “Whilst you and Kyro were cleaning up the floor, I saw.. things, things that I don’t ever wanna fucking see again.”
I don’t understand what the fuck he’s getting at? I knew Brynne wasdifferent,that she wasn’t like any other woman I’d ever met before and she even admitted there’s a darkness inside of her, but killingmen? And why men specifically?
Something had to have happened to her that has made her this way, I know it. I can feel it in my bones that some fucker has hurt her before, that has to be why she’s targeting men.
“Kin, you still–”
“Yeah, I’m here.” I mumble. My brain is jumbled with thoughts. “What did you see?”
“What did I not see? She’s got a whole pantry of jars, man. Jars of dicks, cocks, baby-making sausages, you get me?”
Hold up. Dicks in a jar? Surely he’s fucking with me.
My temples begin to throb with how much thinking I’m doing and I have to pinch the bridge of my nose to ease the tension. “Wait, she has jars full of dicks in her pantry? That’s what I’m hearing, right?”
Jay quips. “Right.”
“And you’re not fucking with me right now?” I wouldn’t put it past Jay to come up with something stupid like this, but there’s something in his voice that tells me he’s being serious.
“No. I know what I saw, Kincaid. She’s chopping up men and storing theirbitsin jars.” He whispers through his teeth like someone might hear him. LikeBrynnemight hear him.
This is fucking with my mind, and not because of what Brynne does in her spare time, but the fact that I’m not phased by it. Not one bit. How can I judge her? I’ve done some pretty fucked up things and yet, she still allowed me to take her out.
Maybe she only targets specific people?
But why is she keeping them in jars?
A memory springs to mind. “What did she whisper to you before you left?”
“She uh..” Jay fumbles over his words, like he’s scared to repeat them. “She told me that the clean up we did was her latest victim, he.. he did some pretty bad shit to her, and that if I carried on flirting with her, she’d cut off my dick, force feed it to me and then turn me into lasagne.” His last few words trail off and I strain to hear him.
“She’ll turn you into what?”
Jay mumbles. “Lasagne..”
“What are you say–”
“She said she’d turn me into lasagne, alright! A fucking pasta dish!” He snaps back, frustration clear in his voice and I can’t stop the laugh that breaks free from my mouth.
