Red Hot(Sex & Mayhem #5)(71)

“At the Crossbones,” said Monster before disconnecting. It was a codename for a crossroads a few miles out of the city. Red Jack put his phone back into his pocket, not really keen to browse through photos of another one of Loki’s rapists.

All of a sudden, the silence in the kitchen seemed to force its way into Red Jack’s lungs, and Loki wasn’t talking either, too busy playing with a pen he must have found on the countertop.

Red Jack waved his hand for Loki to get up. “Get dressed, dry your hair. We’re going to take out the trash later.”

Loki nodded, turning the pen in his fingers. “Okay. That was quick.”

“I’ve got Monster helping us track them down and get rid of the bodies. He’s good at this kind of shit.”

Loki bit into his lip, rocking on the balls of his feet. “So you don’t want the pancakes,” he asked flatly.

“No. I have a headache. Gonna lie down for a few hours. And that’s not an invitation.” Red Jack got himself a beer from the fridge, because the pounding in his head was getting worse.

The muscles around Loki’s jaw tightened. “Come on, Jack... I didn’t mean it that way.”

“I have no idea how you meant trying to stick a dick in me.” He turned around and headed for the bedroom. Loki was already talking some shit Red Jack purposefully ignored, but his phone rang again, and he picked it up without looking who it was.

“Change of plans. Come now, I have a date later.” Monster. Had a date. What the actual fuck?

“Hope it’s not a date with our deadie? You into that?” Red Jack couldn’t help a little smirk despite his headache intensifying at the thought of having to deal with something now.

“No. A lady needs her spanking badly,” said Monster with nearly as much enthusiasm as Red Jack had for ponies.

“Okay. We’ll be there soon.” He hung up the moment his thoughts strayed to spanking Loki’s ass. He’d done it quite a few times during sex and Loki never complained about it. When Red Jack began wondering if he himself would like getting spanked, he knew it was high time to turn off his own brain.

“Jack.” Loki’s curled his hand around Red Jack’s wrist and pulled.

“What? We’re leaving now. Put on a shirt.” He shook off Loki’s hand as if it were toxic.

“Fine,” grumbled Loki before rushing off. The slamming door came next, but Red Jack didn’t care anymore. This whole relationship thing was going downhill fast.

“I’m waiting outside!” he yelled as soon as he’d downed his beer and rushed out of the house for a breath of fresh air. If there was something that could help him feel better, it would definitely be mounting his bike and driving at a breakneck speed.

Loki joined him all too soon, dressed in a fitted hoodie and high-tops. And of course, he went straight for the bike, as if it were his God-given right to ride in Red Jack’s bitch seat. Red Jack needed to amend that sort of thinking. He put his palm on Loki’s chest when the guy was close enough.

“Take your car.”

And there it was, that kicked puppy look that was probably just as real as the Tooth Fairy.

“Jack... you know this is difficult for me.”

“What is? Driving?”

Loki stuffed his hands down the front pockets of his jeans. “No.”

“Then get in the car.” Red Jack lit himself a cigarette that would probably not help his headache, but would soothe his nerves.

“Fine,” said Loki for the second time within the last few minutes, though it seemed even more passive-aggressive than the first time. Loki took his time walking to the car, as if he honestly believed Red Jack would take pity on him.

Tough luck.





Chapter 21



Loki sat cross-legged on the hood of his car while Jack talked to Monster. The constant tweeting of birds coming from the branches above him was slowly drilling tiny holes in his skull, only to hack into his brain. Brian was so close it gave Loki shivers, and his eyes hardly strayed from the ruined house at the edge of the woods. Small, with most of the paint gone from the wooden panels of the outer walls and windows blocked with either wood or plastic, it looked oddly similar to Loki’s family home. Though he didn’t remember it in a shape quite so bad.

At least Brian wouldn’t die in a nice place. According to Monster, the guy had fallen completely off the wagon, and even his family didn’t want to have anything to do with his junkie ass. He had been the one straight guy at the scene, and yet he’d still put his dick into Loki several times. And just before they buried him, the bastard had taken a fucking selfie in the makeshift grave, laughing into Loki’s face when he was too weak to move anymore.