Who am I kidding.Max befriending a psychopath is literally something he would do.
I lean into Luke, keeping my voice low.“Maybe they both met in a mental institution in a past life.”
“You should come meet the kids and the wife one day, Lulu.Just don’t talk dead bodies to the wife.She gets a bit testy,” Max explains as he takes another piece of chocolate from her fingers.
“What’s that cartoon where they try to fatten the kids up?”Luke whispers.
My eyebrows bunch together.“Hansel and Gretel?”
“That’s the one,” he replies a little louder.He clears his throat when it gains attention from others.“It’s like I’m watching it play out in real time.”
I shudder.“Bro,” I hoarsely remark, eyeing the girl again.She’s in her twenties for sure, so not really an old bat.Still, I can see it now.
“No,” Maverick suddenly snaps, and I kick myself for missing what was said.
“Why do you always kill all my fun?What did I ever do to you?”Max growls.
“Cremating dead bodies is fun to you?”Maverick questions, arching an eyebrow.
“Not just dead bodies.Rapists.Paedophiles.It will be like a good deed.”
Maverick pinches the bridge of his nose and I’m wondering if the dents that are permanently there are because of Max.“No, Max.”
Max lets out a heavy breath.“Sorry, Lulu, maybe another time.”
“We can still play hunt,” she promises him.
“Hunt?”Myles asks, gulping.
Max grins.“Yeah, man.She wants us to hunt down her friends to shoot them with paintballs.”
Malia coughs into her hand.“Lu, you aren’t allowed to throw acid at abusers.You promised.”
Max grunts.“You have one that kills all the fun too, huh?”
Lulu’s smile is wide when she stares back at him.It’s unnerving and creepy.“I want to keep you.”
Malia groans.“No.We don’t keep people anymore; remember, Lulu.”
“I’m already a kept man,” Max announces, not understanding the implication.“Took my wife a lot to chain all this down.”
Malia glares at him.“Shut up, Max.”
“But he would look so good in my cage,” Lulu remarks, gliding her long nail down his chest.
His eyes widen as he wisely takes a step back.“Yes, we don’tkeeppeople Lulu.Hang out, yeah.But we don’t keep.”I bite my lip to stop myself from laughing.“Unless it’s Reid.Then you can have him.”
I glare at the fucking man I swear will have put more people in a mental health facility before he is actually sectioned to one.Thank fuck she doesn’t know my full name.
This day has been so bloody bizarre.We went from fighting for our family, to saving a little girl, to murder—possibly multiple since not all the men woke up and ran—to now this.
Lulu stomps her foot and then spins, pointing her finger until it lands on me.“Can I have him?”
“You told me to leave, remember?”I remind her, my voice a tad high.
“I could handcuff you to my table.Ball gag you so I don’t have to listen to your irritating voice.It would be fun.”
For fucking who?
