Deviant

Chapter 3

DEVIANT

Callie Hart

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CHAPTER THREE

 

 

ZETH

 

 

TWO YEARS LATER

"You're a scandalous human being." Lacey's laughter is grating the fuck outta me this morning. She's been riding me all day about the two girls I brought home last night then promptly kicked out at three in the morning when I was done riding them. The woman just doesn't know when to shut the hell up. We've been stuck in the car for the past twenty minutes, and twenty minutes in the car with Lacey is basically twenty minutes in hell.

"How 'bout we don't talk for the next while, huh, Lace?"

"How about you tell me what this guy has done and I'll shut my trap? That sounds like a fair trade."

Lacey's tiny. She was malnourished as a kid and didn't quite get the nutrients she needed to grow, which means her head barely hits me mid-chest. Her long, blonde hair, straight as straight comes, and pale blue eyes give her an angelic look, but the damn girl is anything but.

I'd have left her at home today but the she's not a fan of her own company. Bad shit goes down when she's left to her own devices and a trip to the hospital is the last thing I need tonight. Not after I've done what I'm about to do.

"Frankie's been bad. That's all you need to know."

"When isn't Frankie bad?" Lace pouts. She and Frankie fucked a couple of  times, back before she showed up at my doorstep like a stray cat and refused to leave. Since then she's been focused on more delicate prey, namely the female of the species. Most times, I have to be careful about the chicks I bring back to the warehouse. I let 'em out of my sight for ten minutes, Lace'll have their panties around their ankles and her face buried between their thighs. The girl knows no bounds.

But anyway, I think she's still got some sort of grind for Frankie. She went quiet for a moment when I told her where we were headed and that doesn't happen too often.

"Just don't cause a scene, okay? Wait in the car like I told you. I'll be five minutes max." Truth is even I don't have a clue what Frankie's done. All I know is that I've been sent to pay him a visit, and that only happens when someone has grade-A fucked up.