Sanity: The Saw Chronicles [C]

Chapter 53 | Living Weapon

Ryan has a bad habit of implanting terrible thoughts in my head at bad times. He didn't have any definitive answers either, which made this so much worse. So, now, while I get to be a display piece for Ricky at this conference, I've got to be thinking about all this shit in my head. Turns out that crazy bitch in Georgia was right; I am not the Devil, but I did fuck him. The real question is what the fuck am I?

There's too many questions going without answers. Yet, Ricky expects me to be able to act like there isn't a damn thing wrong. I know how to put on a poker face. Doesn't mean I want to do it. It took me forever to fall asleep last night and as soon as I did, I had to wake up. Fuck this whole getting up at normal people times thing.

I understand he brought me here partly because I'm his wife. He wanted us to be able to get away and have time as a couple. However, his main reason was to finally bring a member of the Suicide Squad to one of these meetings. Apparently, I was informed last night, that in Paris several people were criticizing him for not doing so. You'd think highly intelligent agents from around the world wouldn't want to be in a room with serial killer.

Honestly, I don't really want to be here. Me probably more than them. I might be dangerous but I'm not stupid. Some of the men and women in this room could easily shoot me dead in two seconds. Ricky would most likely turn around and kill them, but that wouldn't bring me back from the dead. He told me as long as I behave myself, I'll be fine.

If he wanted to bring someone from the group that would behave, why the Hell did he choose me? Granted, Chris and Kuza are a little... out of commission right now. Angelo can't leave Chris and Ryan has to oversee their treatment. Twiggy and Manson are a little too new to the group for something like this. Which only really leaves Vinny, who is still a man child, Balz, who's a little too... harsh looking for this, and then Ryan-Ashley. She probably wouldn't want to leave Josh anyways either. I guess I was the only option. If things weren't the way they were, I would've suggested Ryan come.

This whole situation has really fucked a lot of shit up. I'm going to try to be a good girl, for Ricky's sake. I don't want to embarrass him. Luckily he didn't make me dress too fancy, despite the fact that he had to wear a suit. I'm sure they don't expect him to walk in with a perfectly groomed man. They probably also aren't expecting a goth tranny but eh, no one ever is.

"Your ass looks so good in those jeans." Ricky told me as we rode down in the elevator.

"Thanks, babe." I replied, smirking, "They look better on the floor."

He smiled and kissed me, "Trust me, I know. When we get back to our room tonight, I'm going to-" Ricky was cut off by the ding of the elevator. He quickly pulled him hands off my hips and cleared his throat like nothing happened.

Michael stepped on the elevator, looking hungover as fuck. Two other agents walked in behind him. He couldn't help himself from taking a good look over me.

"You look tired." I said to him.

He drew in a sharp breath, "Yeah... Worth it."

I snickered under my breath and resisted saying anything else. The rest of the elevator ride down was silent. Funny how easily one minute can feel like ten. Once we reached the floor the conference was being held on, I'll admit that I did get a little nervous. I'm used to being the one that just shoots shit and gets covered in blood. All the politics and papers side of it is Ricky's responsibility.

He stayed at my side closely. Whether that was to comfort me or to keep me at bay, I really didn't care. I was just happy he was being protective of me. We walked through a large door, straight into a room staring at us. This was uncomfortable and intimidating. Ricky continued to walk to his seat. I got too caught up in getting glared at by thirty people for my feet to work. Michael put his hand on my back and pushed me on. I glanced back at him, offering a smile as my way of saying thank you.