Chapter 21
Zane
We found a tiny outdoor table with two chairs for Quinn’s enclosure. I sat down in one of the chairs; it was small, but I fit. I tossed Uno cards onto the table.
Quinn eyeballed them. “What are they for?”
I began to shuffle. “Let’s play a game.”
She sat in the other chair, crossed one leg over the other, and shook her foot. The chain clanked slightly as she sneered at the deck.
She wasn’t happy, and I couldn’t blame her. I would be going out of my mind if I were locked up. It was the biggest reason I was terrified of prison. I couldn’t fathom the idea of being so bored. I was diagnosed with adult ADHD when I was twenty-five. For a while, I took medication but eventually stopped when it started giving me depression. I had coped my entire life with the condition; I didn’t really need to fix it. I fidgeted, going a little insane because of the lack of background noise.
Picking up the deck, I cut the cards and dealt them out. As I picked up my hand, she pushed hers away. “I don’t want to play.”
Sighing, I leaned back, and almost fell over. The damned chair was flimsy as hell. Sitting up straight, I crossed my arms. “So, you want me to just leave you here while I play on my phone?”
Her eyes changed. I could tell she didn’t want to be left alone, but for some odd reason, she really didn’t want to play the game. Eventually, a tear welled up in her eyes. “It was my grandma’s favorite game. I used to spend every summer at her house, and every night we would play Uno or Skip-Bo.” She sighed, “Playing that game reminds me I’ll never play with her again.”
I cringed. I was practically raised by my grandparents. My mom was a junkie who eventually overdosed, and my dad ran off the moment I was born. I lived with my grandparents since I was ten years old. Six years ago, my grandpa died of a stroke. If my nanna suddenly passed, I wasn’t sure how well I would cope with everything that had been going on in my life. The difference between Quinn and me was that if my grandmother was obsessed with Uno like hers, I’d want to play the game every night to force good memories. Picking the stack up, I pushed them back into the case. “I didn’t bring anything else.”
When I stood up from the chair, Quinn jumped to her feet, rushing towards me and placing her hands on my shoulders. “Don’t leave me in here alone.” Her blue eyes remained locked on mine, begging me to stay. For a moment, I couldn’t do anything but stare at her. Why wouldn’t she want me to leave? I was keeping her prisoner. Why wouldn’t she want to be as far away from me as possible? Eventually, one of her hands moved to my ponytail; she flipped it over my shoulder as if studying it. “Are you albino?”
“No, I lived in a cave my entire life and never ate my vegetables.”
She stepped back, and I could see her pale cheeks flush. Rolling my eyes, I crossed my arms uncomfortably. “Yes, I’m albino. My entire life, people gave me shit for it. I’ve gotten used to giving smart-ass answers.”
She shrugged, glancing up at me. “I shouldn’t have asked.”
A smirk crossed my lips. “Well, go on, ask the questions.”
“You don’t owe me any answers.”
I gave her a genuine smile. “I know I don’t owe you any answers, but I’m willing to give them. Just ask.”
She gazed into my eyes. “Why do your eyes shake?”
That was a common question. “It’s something called nystagmus. I can’t control it; they just constantly wiggle.”
She nodded. “I always heard albinos have no pigment. If that’s true, why do you have red eyes?”
“I do have a tiny sliver of pigment in my eyes. In the right lighting and under close inspection, you would see they are a very pale blue. But it’s so light that it’s almost transparent, so the pink you see is blood behind the iris. Sometimes they can look a little purple because of the mix.”
She cupped my face. “They’re beautiful.”
Drawing a deep breath, I gently placed my hand on her back. Why would she be touching me like that? If she thought I would let her out, she had another thing coming. She had no idea the lengths I would go to stay out of prison. I stepped back and leaned forward so I was at eye level with her. “Sugar, I won’t let you out, so you can stop flirting.”
She stormed off to the bean bag and plopped down. “I wish you guys would have given me a heads up that you were a bunch of psychopaths.”
I sneered, “We aren’t psychopaths.”
She tossed me one of those mean girl glares, giving me a once-over. “Yeah, because gutting humans is completely normal.”
I seized Quinn’s arm, probably yanking her up more violently than I needed to. I grabbed her lower jaw when she squealed, forcing her to face me. “We have reasons! You wouldn’t get it. You didn’t lose everyone!” Letting go, I stepped back. Fuck. I wasn’t supposed to say that. It was none of this woman’s business what our motives were.
For the time being, she seemed to be stunned silent. I could tell by the look in her eyes that she was trying to figure out what I meant. Hell, I wanted to tell her everything, but it wasn’t the time for trauma dumping. Shaking my head, I stormed out of the cage, slamming the door behind me before locking it. When I was sure it was secure, I yanked my phone out and dialed Keith. It took four rings, but finally, he answered. “Hello?” His voice was groggy.
“Can one of you guys switch with me tonight?” I looked at Quinn, who had her face buried in her arms. “I’m about to lose my shit with her.”
There was a yawn on the other end. “Bro, we’re asleep. Just lock her up and ignore her.”
I huffed, that was easy for him to say. “Dude.”
“Don’t fucking ‘dude’ me,” he groaned. “I’m going back to sleep and I’m not waking Taven up for your bullshit. We all decided the times for babysitting duty. Taven gets her tomorrow. Just suck it up.” He hung up.
I squeezed the cell in my hand. I would have loved to throw it, but with my luck, it would shatter. Blacking out the screen, I turned to the cage and damn near dropped the phone when I saw what Quinn was doing. Her pants were unbuttoned, and she slid her hand between her legs; her breathing was slightly heavy.
“What the fuck?”
She didn’t stop, she only glared at me. Through shallow pants, she answered, “I don’t want to play cards, and I have nothing better to do.” Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she pulled her hand free and tugged her pants down. She spread her knees wide and began rubbing her little bean again.
Shaking my head, I demanded, “Fuck! Knock it off!”
She paused to sit up and pull her shirt off. She wasn’t wearing a bra.
“I said knock it off, not take it off!” As I gazed at her body, I could feel my cock grow. She was so fucking sexy it wasn’t even funny.
Tilting her head, she parted her pussy lips and returned to rubbing her clit. The look on her face told me there were no fucks given. My cock was getting harder by the second; the way it pressed up against my pants was beginning to get painful. I wondered how she would react if I pulled it out and jerked off right in front of her. Still watching me, she spread her legs wider, showing me every bit of that wet little cunt. What the hell was wrong with this woman? A few moments prior, she called me a psychopath, and now she was masturbating right in front of me. Was she one of those sick chicks who sent nudes to the serial killers in prison?
A moan escaped her lips, and I decided I had enough. She was asking for it. Maybe not with words, but her actions told me she wanted what was between my legs. Stepping into the cage, I grabbed a handful of her hair in a tight fist. She gasped and I got down to my knees, forcing her to lay on her back. As her hands tried to pry mine away, I yanked at my jeans until my cock was set free. I forced the length into her wet cunt with a grunt. She yelped, still trying to fight my grip, but I wouldn’t let her go. I was going to fuck her just like this. I was going to show her who was really in control. Play dangerous games and get dangerous prizes.
She cried out. I pulled my hand free from her hair and pressed it firmly over her mouth; my eyes locked on hers as I rammed my cock deep. Her hand tugged at my hair. I hissed and pushed harder, more aggressively. My sweat dripped onto her face, and I removed my hand from her mouth to wipe it away when she launched up and bit my lower lip. That was all the incentive I needed to drive my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me back, her hands working to free me from my shirt. Taking the cue, I pulled it off. Her nails scratched at my back, and I groaned loudly. That was going to leave a mark.
I was so close to cumming, but I hated the idea of leaving a woman unfinished. Reaching down, I found her clit and rubbed it. She moaned, wrapping her legs tightly around my ass, forcing me in harder. “Fuck!” I growled as I shot my load deep. Her body still twitched as my breathing settled down. Eventually, she laid her head back, staring up at the ceiling.
Getting to my feet, I yanked my pants up and walked away without saying another word. I would be sleeping in the gift shop. I didn’t know how much more I could take of this crazy bitch.