Chapter 15
RUDY
The crazy bitch that is Nickie Unknown-Last-Name ran past me in a blur with a big-ass box in her hands as I made my way down the steps.
I knew these morons weren’t going to get anything done. Why was I the only one with any brain cells left?
Vix was on the ground, struggling with what looked to be a tangle of Christmas lights. He’d gotten his foot caught near his hands while trying to push them off.
I leaned against the wall, watching him grunt and struggle with his dick half flopped out of his pants and softer than a noodle.
“Better watch out, Vix. Getting tangled up with our little Saint Nickie is a bad idea.”
Vix looked up at me and grunted, clearly unable to free himself from the contorted pose I wasn’t certain he could do if he were sober.
“Can you yell at me after getting these damn things off me, oh mighty overlord?”
I snorted but leaned down to work the lights off his body. When he got to his feet, he grumbled and skulked back up the stairs without so much as a thank you.
This chick would be the death of us…
Of course, Nickie and Vix didn’t bother grabbing anything I actually fucking asked for so I was now going to have to do it myself.
And seeing as this wasn’t my cabin, I didn’t even know where to start, much less in the damn dark with piles of junk stacked up in every corner.
I could hear Nickie giggling with the morons upstairs as I tried navigating the small space with only the help of the moonlight streaming in from the single window.
“Ow! Fucking perfect,” I said, bashing my head against a shelf too low for my stature.
I was used to smacking into ceiling fans and doorframes—it came with being tall—but not at full speed, for lack of a better word.
“Nickie!” I hollered, holding my throbbing temple and tucking my dick aside to keep it away from the rabid sex demon.
I really needed to find my briefs…
Didn’t her cunt hurt yet? I felt my dick tear her open. Maybe the chick was a masochist. No wonder the boys loved her.
A few minutes later, Nickie hopped down the stairs like a damn child, the wall illuminated by the flashlight in her hand.
“Why didn’t you grab anything I asked for?”
The little shit shined the light in my face, blinding me. “I did! See?”
I rolled my eyes before flicking towards the aftermath of Christmas lights Vix had left on the floor.
“Jealous I didn’t tie you up too?” Nickie’s green eyes shined with mischief, and I swear I could see some hidden gleam of evil in their depths.
“Fuck no. Try that shit on me and I’ll wrap it around your throat.”
Nickie giggled and twirled around before shining the damn flashlight right in my face again. “Oh, kinky, I like it!”
I quirked a brow, then shook my head, bringing a hand to my forehead to block the beam. “Stop blinding me, or I’ll take it away.”
Nickie pouted, adjusting the light and giving me a mock salute. “Yes, Daddy.”
“For fuck’s sake. Just tell me where we can find rations, additional light, and some form of protection!”
“Why?”
“In case… uh… In case there are wolves out there.”
“Wolves?” she repeated, all stupid and doe-eyed. “And how should I know where that stuff is? Look in the boxes.”
This woman was trying my patience by breathing. “It’s your house. How do you not know?”
“Nope! It’s Gran’s house.”
I was literally face-palming at this point. “And she didn’t tell you where she keeps her shit before you got here?”
Nickie chewed on her lip and looked around nervously. It lasted a split second before she perked up and started dancing again, making herself dizzy from the light bouncing all around. “No, silly. Granny… doesn’t talk much anymore.”
Hmm, was the old lady sick? Maybe Nickie stole this property from right under her grandmother’s nose.
I rummaged through boxes, trying to put my hands on anything but Nickie’s damn neck. I found a shit-ton of yarn and thought of Que, pocketing a handful to throw at him later.
“You look hot when you’re all broody.”
I could feel her shadow on my back as I stood to my full height, quickly remembered to duck down, and turned around.
Resting a palm on Nickie’s forehead before she got any closer to me.
“Fuck no. You got plenty of toys upstairs who are more than willing to play your twisted game. I’ve got work to do. ”
She huffed, her lower lip quivering until I gave her head a light shove.
“Now, little shit. Go upstairs and keep the boys warm. I’ll be back when I’ve dug out enough supplies. And leave this—” I snatched the flashlight from her hand and spun her body towards the stairs, finishing her off with a little kick to her ass.
I shook my head as I watched her skip away.
Good luck, boys. She’s your fucking problem now.