Chapter 6
Am I sweating? I think I’m sweating, in fact I know I am. What the fuck is wrong with me? It’s not like I’ve never taken a woman out or been with one before.
But this one is very much alive and kicking.
That’s true, Brynne is very much alive. There’s a beating heart inside her chest, warm blood running through her veins and the thought of that should disgust me.
It should have me calling this whole dinner thing off but it doesn’t.
She’s changing something inside of me, worming her way into my system like a virus.
I saw the way her eyes glowed. I felt the way her breathing changed, the grip of her thighs around my waist when I admitted to fucking dead women.
It turned her on, and if Jay hadn't interrupted us, I’d have taken her right on that metal table– regardless if she played dead or not.
Brynne is the only woman I’ve wanted to keep alive. The only pussy I’ve wanted to fuck that wasn’t freezing cold.
I want her warmth. I want to feel her rich, red-wine blood seep between us as I sink into her. I want—
My phone buzzing around on the bathroom unit yanks me out of my daydream.
“What?” I snap, not bothering to look who’s calling.
“Jesus man, what’s got your panties in a twist?”
Fucking Jay. The last person I wanna be speaking to.
I roll my eyes and lean my hip against the bathroom unit. “Nothing, just busy, that's all. What did you want?” I can hear him sighing down the phone.
“Me and Kyro are going out for drinks, you coming?”
“I’m sure I just said I was busy.” I mutter. It’s like talking to a child and I’m more than ready to end this conversation already.
“Busy doing what?”
My grip tightens around the phone. I can feel my blood pressure rising with every second that passes. “Busy doing something that doesn’t involve you.” I quip, then just as I’m about to hang up, Jay speaks again.
“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 of her. 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’s extra 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 was different, 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 killing men? 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 their bits in jars.” He whispers through his teeth like someone might hear him. Like Brynne might 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.
“A.. a lasagne?” My stomach aches from laughing. “You’d.. oh my god, you’d make a terrible lasagne.”
He sobers. “I’m being serious, man. Cherry is fucking dangerous and I believe her threats.”
It takes me a minute to calm myself down after what I’ve just heard coming from Jay’s mouth.
He truly believes that Brynne would put his body parts into a meal, but the more I ponder on it, the more I wouldn’t put it past her.
I saw her fancy as fuck kitchen. The knives, the ovens, everything you could ever need to create delicious meals.
Meals.. from men.
“All I’m saying is, be fucking careful alright? I don’t wanna have to collect you from her fridge.” There’s a hint of sarcasm in his tone but I know deep down, he’s worried for me and I get it. Brynne is a literal killer but I know she’s never met anyone like me.