Chapter 25
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
CASPER
The door shoved open, hitting the concrete wall with one of those bangs that told me Papa Bear wasn’t happy.
I rolled off the sex doll Don-Don had let me borrow, propped my head on one elbow, and grinned. “Well, this is awkward.”
Lambo continued to scan my room like a warden on the hunt for contraband. He quirked a brow when he didn’t seem to find what he thought he would. “Heard you had company.”
“Company.” I pointed to the doll, grabbing one of her silicone hands and waving it in his direction. “Sorry. She’s a little shy when it comes to strangers.”
I shrugged and the Bossman rolled his eyes, taking one more long look before slamming the door closed. He wasn’t nearly as amused by my antics as I was. But he didn’t need to be. I only cared if one of us was having a good time. Me.
Once I was sure he was off doing whatever Dr. Jekyll shit was keeping him busy in that new lab of his, I tugged Tanya (she seemed like a slutty Tanya) off my bed, out of my room, and down the hall.
I almost forgotten her back at the apartment, and if I didn’t return Donnie’s toy, he wasn’t gonna return mine.
Could I have gotten a real girl to come upstairs with me?
Could have. But there was just something more satisfying about the bait and switch.
About convincing someone that they were seeing something that wasn’t there.
And that’s what I’d done with Bellatrix.
Convinced her I had another woman in that room with me.
Turned Princess Peeps-A-lot into a Green-eyed Gremlin with an itchy trigger finger.
I was sure she would claim she was just being a girl’s girl. But we both knew she’d be lying. Women didn’t like sharing a bathroom let alone the dick that still had their pussy juice fresh on it.
I glanced down at the doll. Good thing Tanya here wasn’t the jealous type or I’d have two angry chicks on my hands.
?Cause I had no doubt I was about to get an earful.
From what I heard, women didn’t like it when you kidnapped them.
Liked it even less when they were being held hostage until you returned your bunk brother’s sex doll.
I tugged Tanya back up by the arm, grabbed her waist, and tossed her onto Don-Don’s bed. And unlike the girls I was used to bringing home, she didn’t even ask if I would call her in the morning.
“Now where is she?” I glared at Donnie, who glared right back at me.
He pushed off the cuck chair he’d dragged against the wall, the metal legs appearing as though they’d seen better days and they probably had.
Don-Don weighed a solid three-hundred plus.
Wasn’t much fat either. Just bones and meat.
And cock—I’d seen what certain body parts looked like when he was done with them. And it wasn’t pretty.
Ever heard the phrase throwing a hot dog down a hallway? This was more like jamming a slab of Italian sausage into a pinhole.
He stomped over to the bed, because everything he did was considered stomping, and leaned over the mattress.
Which was propped up by a few cinderblocks after the frame gave out last year.
Then he swiped Tanya up by a leg, lowered his face to her silicon vag, and gave it a long sniff.
Before finally deciding I hadn’t defiled his woman so he wouldn’t do the same to mine.
“Man of my word.” I raised two fingers and grinned.
Donnie nodded and pushed past me. Fucker had to turn sideways just to make it out the door. I swiped up Bellatrix’s backpack from the ground and followed close behind him as he led me through the long corridors. Down the elevator. And to the part of the basement no one knew about but him.
I might have been on Briarwood’s unofficial welcome committee but Don-Don was its longest living resident. I say living because there were still plenty of others buried in the backyard. Probably behind the walls and under the floorboards too.
This place had a lot of skeletons. Donnie and I were just a couple of ?em that were still vertical.
He made a handful of lefts and a right, swiping at the occasional spiderweb and crushing whatever else didn’t move out of his way on its own, including the rats scurrying past our boots.
Franks had cleaned up most of his portion of the basement. But the newbie didn’t know about the cells. Pretty certain Lambo didn’t either, while none of us really knew what Bugs knew and what he was keeping to himself.
My foot kicked at a stray rock and I had to grab onto Don-Don’s shirt to keep from following it.
I couldn’t see shit down here. But I didn’t really need to when there was a human wall clearing the path.
Donnie stopped moving and I didn’t. Meaning my face planted somewhere around his upper back.
He glanced at me over a shoulder. Kind of.
His head didn’t really turn all the way.
And I used a palm to wipe the Donnie-flavored sweat off my tongue.
Tasted like corn chips and balls or balls dipped in corn chips.
Donnie grunted (it was a nontalking day) and pointed to something a few feet in front of us. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and shined the flashlight app at the plaque nailed up next to a door. Patient 627. Before my time. But not Donnie’s.
I extended an arm. He dropped a big iron key onto the middle of my palm and stomped his way in the opposite direction. Guess I was finding my own way back.
“Nice doing business with ya, brother,” I called out after him.
It was more than a one-to-one exchange. I still owed the horny fucker some favors. But we preferred it that way. It was always better to know the price upfront than to wonder what motivated someone.
Donnie was easy. Pussy was about the only thing the guy cared about. And couldn’t say I blamed him. It was one of my preferences too.