Page 19 of Property of Necro (Kings Of Anarchy MC: Illinois #1)

I snap my head up and glare at the fucker. “I said, I know.”

Rot rests his shoulder against the doorframe of the bathroom, smiling like a lunatic. “Does that mean what I think it means?”

“I don’t fuckin’ know what any of this means. Alright?”

Listen. I fucked her.

It was good.

I bled her. End of story. He doesn’t need to make this more than it is. So what… if… never mind… It doesn’t matter.

“Are you done fightin’ this?” He jerks his chin at Sola.

“No.”

“Are you gonna treat her like you’ve been treatin’ her again tomorrow?”

I shrug. “I dunno. Probably.” What does he expect me to say? Oh. Yeah. I love her. She’s mine. Blah. Blah. Fucking. Blah. No. I’m not like him. Neither is Necro. The sooner he gets that shit outta his thick skull, the better .

Shaking his head, Rot sighs. “You know she deserves better.”

“Yeah,” I agree as I tip Sola’s head to the side and wipe the remnants of blood from her neck before applying a sterile bandage. It’s the least I can do. “But I’m not better,” I remind him. “I’m not a good person, and neither is Necro.”

“Neither am I.”

I snort at Rot’s stupidity. “Not true. You clean up our messes. You’re the best of us.” He’s got a good heart. I can’t say the same for most people, but Rot’s solid.

A blush creeps up his cheeks. “Oh. Stop it.” He waves me off, and I bite back a grin at how uncomfortable I make him. “You’re bein’ nice. It’s creepy.”

“Yeah. Well. How’s this… The next brother to look at Sola will get their eyeballs carved out?” I offer, by way of getting him to shut the fuck up about her and what just went down.

“Not our eyeballs, right?” Rot smirks and gestures to himself and then to Necro, leaning against the wall, watching us.

I reach out and lightly punch his stomach. “No. Dumbass.”

Rubbing the fresh pink mark on his abs, he laughs it off. “Just checkin’. Ya know, since you carved a C into her.”

“Will you drop it?” I snarl and toss the bloodied gauze on the mattress as I glare up at the annoying bastard.

“Fine.” He pushes off the doorframe and walks past me to the end of my bed. “But what are you gonna do about the new girl you brought home?”

“She ain’t a girl. She’s a whore,” I correct. He doesn’t have to humanize everybody. Not everyone deserves that level of kindness. Some people are low-life pieces of shit. Rot knows that as well as anybody.

“What’s the difference?” he asks.

“Can we change the subject?” I collect the bloodied gauze and squish it in my fist as I get to my feet and glare at Rot, hoping he gets what I’m puttin’ down. Enough is enough.

“Sure. For now.” The asshole flashes me a wicked grin and pushes Sola’s legs apart to give us a clear view of her swollen, well-used pussy. Cum leaks out of her hole and drips onto the comforter. Climbing onto the mattress, Rot slides in between her legs, face-first.

“What the fuck are you doing? Get up. Leave her be.”

Looking up, Rot waggles his dark brows and nods toward Sola’s pussy. “There’s cum.”

“So?”

“I’m gonna clean her up.”

My stomach pitches at the thought. “That’s… You’re disgusting.”

He shrugs as if he doesn’t give a flying fuck what I think as he slips between her parted thighs and laps the excess cum. Like some sick pro, he pushes down lightly on her belly, and when he groans, I assume he’s gotten himself a mouthful.

I stare at him in disbelief. “I can’t believe you’re eating our cum.”

He hums, licking Sola more, enough to rouse her and a little tiny moan to slip free.

I comb my fingers through Sola’s damp hair to calm her. “Shhhh. Rot’s just cleaning you up,” I soothe, and that sounds weird, even to me. I don’t soothe. Fuck. What is wrong with me?

Sola cups the back of his head, pushing Rot in further like she wants him to keep going… Like they’ve done this before.

“Do you do this a lot?” I ask as my cock twitches to life. Just a bit.

Rot nods and continues to bathe her cunt with his tongue.

One final time, he pushes down on her stomach, and when he’s confident he’s gotten every bit of her clean, he slides back and sits on the end of the bed.

His chin is covered in saliva, and his lips are cherry red.

He wipes the back of his hand across his mouth to get rid of the evidence.

I glance at Necro. “You grossed out our brother just ate our cum?”

Necro shakes his head as if he doesn’t give a fuck. That makes one of us, ‘cause the thought of Rot eating my cum makes my stomach churn.

“That’s always been my plan,” Rot explains as if I’m supposed to know what that plan is.

When he doesn’t fill in the blank, I gesture for him to keep talkin’.

“When we were livin’ in the foster home, we talked about what we wanted outta life, right? We talked about sharin’ a woman.”

“ You talked about sharin’ one. We didn’t,” I remind. He was the kid sitting on the bed, droning on about gettin’ out in the real world together, finding us a woman, and making her ours. Necro and I… yeah… We were n’t down with that. I hate women, and he… Well, that’s his story to tell, not mine.

Rot rolls his eyes. “Semantics.”

I snort. Semantics, my ass.

“What else did we talk about?” I challenge. “It sure as fuck wasn’t you eatin’ my cum. Are you bi, and you didn’t tell us?” It’s fine if he is. None of us give a damn about who you fuck and wanna be with, but we’ve been brothers for more than half our lives. The least he coulda done was tell us.

Rot’s face screws up like he’s suckin’ on a lemon. “Ew. Gross. I mean, you’re not ugly.” He checks me out, clinically, stops at the clear outline of my half-hard cock, and rolls his eyes. “But thinkin’ about your dick or hairy ass doesn’t get me hard. No offense.”

Good.

Glad that’s settled.

“None taken.” I nod, but… “And my ass ain’t hairy,” I tack on, ‘cause how dare he insult my perfectly decent ass.

“Yes, it is hairy.”

“No, it’s not.” I chuck the wad of bloodied gauze at his chest. It hits between his pecs before it finds its way to the floor.

Rot doesn’t seem fazed by my outburst when he turns to address our other brother, who never has much to say. “Necro. Is Coffin’s ass hairy?”

“I have blond hair and blond pubes.” I point out the obvious.

“That doesn’t mean you don’t have a hairy ass, idiot.”

Pulling down the back of my pants, I flash them a full moon. “See.” I point to the smooth cheeks. “Not hairy.”

Rot climbs off the bed, walks right over to my exposed ass, and plucks a hair off my cheek. Growling at him, I shove him in the chest as he smiles like a fuckin’ douche, holding up a blond hair pinched between two fingers. “See. Hairy.”

To prove some dumb point, Rot turns around, pulls down his pants, and points to his far-too-sculpted ass cheeks.

Alright.

Fine.

His cheeks are smooth, but that doesn’t mean mine are hairy.

Rolling my eyes, I right my jeans as he rights his, and we both turn to Sola, done with this hairy-ass conversation.

Rot removes her purple slippers and smacks me in the chest with them. “You stained her favorite thing. You’re gonna fix it.”

“She slapped me.” I point out the obvious, again.

“Yeah. She did. It was hot.”

“No. It wasn’t. I’m not doin’ anythin’ to fix these.” I shove his hand back at him, along with the slippers. “She can wash ‘em and see if my bloodstains come out.”

Not one to back down even if it’s good for his health, Rot shoves the purple things between my pecs and holds them there. “Or you can ask Mama to wash ‘em, and maybe he can get your bloodstains out.”

I glower at his audacity. “She can do that.”

“No. You can.” Rot turns to Necro and hooks his thumb my way. “Don’t you think he should be the one to do it? ”

Necro dips his chin in agreement, and I flip them both off. Fuck them.

Heaving a sigh, I take the stupid slippers and stuff them in my back pocket.

“Fine.” It’s not like I gotta figure out how to get the blood out.

Mama is an expert at that shit. All I gotta do is ask, and he’ll say yes.

Not ‘cause it’s me, but because it’s Sola.

Everyone around here seems to either have a hard-on for her or a soft spot. Some of ‘em have both.

Crossing my arms over my big chest, I spare a final glance at Sola and leave the room.

Nothin’ good is gonna come of me sittin’ in the room while she sleeps.

What a waste of time. Hopefully, she’ll be done borrowing my bed by the time I return.

Tiffany’s here. I’ve got business to attend to and other pussies to fuck.

As I take my sweet ass time walking to the chapel, I slap my cock. “We’ve got other whores to fuck, right?” I admonish him for his traitorous behavior. I’ve never gone soft inside a cunt before. Not even when I wanted to.

You know.

Back then.

Helen’s wrinkled face flashes through my mind, followed by Iris’s and her short, indigo hair.

Balling my hand into a fist, I grit my teeth.

Fuck.

Now, I need to kill something.