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My heart squeezes at the mention of a next time. If it’s true and he didn’t fuck Charity, a next time might actually be on my radar.

Once we’ve finished dressing, we head to the base of the tree. Our target lies on his back with both legs bent in ways human anatomy never intended. Foamy pink spittle froths around his lips. He looks like a rabid newborn piglet.

King loads the shotgun and steps over the man.

“Make him clean it off before you blow his brains out,” I say. “Wait, better yet, blow his brains out while he’s cleaning it off.”

“I won’t stand by as another man tastes you,” King grumbles, and he’s already wiping off the barrel with his shirt.

Meanwhile, I’m pissed that my orgasm was so rudely interrupted.

I straddle the man and squat over his chest, since his abdomen is far too distended and I wish to touch no part of him. He looks up at me, a whimper lodged in his pink, pudgy throat, and I laugh into his terrified face.

“I bet the kids were more scared than you are right now. You didn’t care, did you?” I cock my head and lean closer to his face. “I bet I care less about you than you did about them, asshole.”

He lets out a scream as I rise and step over his body. By the way he doesn’t move from the neck down, I can only assume he has some serious nerve damage somewhere in his spinal region.

“Sucks to suck, dude,” I say with a shrug as King readies the shotgun and places the barrel against the man’s sweaty dome. “Any final words before he sends your brains to Australia?”

King depresses the trigger, and birds scatter from the trees. The guy’s head caves, becoming a garbled mess of tissue, bone, and an intact nose where an ear should have been.

I motion for King’s knife, and he rolls his eyes and hands it over.

“I told you, I’m not doing it again.”

“Yes. Yes, you are doing it again,” I say. “But if we can’t get at least one more kill, we won’t have enough.”

“Do you really think you can find another person to join us?”

“I thought you said you weren’t doing it again.” I smirk and point the knife at him. “Gotcha, bitch.”

Once I’ve cut the disappointing penis free, I plop it into my vest pocket and strap the tag to his wrist. Then I stand up to admire our collective efforts. King wraps his arm around my shoulder, and we look at the dead body together.

“Just like old times,” he says with a sigh.

I sigh too. “I’m still horny, King.”

“I know, my beauty. You’re always still horny.” He smiles down at me, and my insides twist. “Let’s go see if we can bag a few more bloke bits for your game. Just . . . don’t feel disappointed if no one wishes to play, okay?”

“So long as I don’t have to play alone.” I pout up at him.

His smile drops. “Fine. If no one else will play with you, I’ll do it.”

“I bet Blayne will,” I say.

He goes to swat my ass, but I skip out of his hold with my sights set on the next victim, and as luck would have it, it’s another man. I can’t wait to see who’s up for some fun tonight.

Chapter Fourteen

King

Ipat Josie’s back as we stand beside our RV. We’ve been back long enough to change out of those hideous outfits and ask nearly everyone we spotted if they’d like to play her little penis-pepper game.

“There, there. I tried to tell you no one would want to play Peter Pipel’s Peckeled Peppers.” My tongue tangles over the words, but she knows bloody well what I’m trying to say.

She laughs into my t-shirt—the first I’ve worn in quite some time. I figured it was time to break out the new outfits. It’s quite comfortable, though I feel horribly underdressed for nearly everything other than a nap.

Her breath warms my skin. “All these years later, and you still can’t say Peter Piper’s Peppered Peckers. It’s not even difficult.”