Page 62 of Wicked Nightmare

"Fuck," frustration boiled over. "What if we missed something? What if—"

Cam's hand covered mine, stilling my restless tapping. "Easy, killer. We've got all day if we need it."

I bit back a snarl, torn between appreciating his steadiness and wanting to claw something apart. The house just sat silent before us, a silent taunt, holding its secrets close.

I couldn't take it anymore and stood, bending down to touch my toes. The stillness, the waiting was driving me insane. I swung my leg over the bike, my movements sharp and jerky.

"I'm out.” I was heated. Having the one place where I found peace, empty like last time, even holding the promise Skeeter gave us that she was here… it fucked with my head. I can't deal with it. Don't wanna know what the fuck happened. What if she was dead inside? The question rolled over and over in my mind. No. I need to leave, to go, run, kill, dance. Something. "Need to blow off some fucking steam before I lose it."

Cam's eyebrows shot up, but he didn't try to stop me. Smart man. "Where you heading, doll?" he asked, his tone casual but his eyes intense.

I revved the engine, enjoying the roar as she came to life, Cam's starting up beside me. "Somewhere I can actually do something useful. This stakeout bullshit is getting us nowhere."

We tore through the streets, the wind tangling up my hair into knots. My mind raced faster than the bike, plans forming and dissolving. By the time we reached our apartment, I was vibrating with pent-up energy.

I stormed inside, barely registering Cam's presence behind me. My fingers flew as I stripped off my gear, replacing it with a slinky outfit that left little to the imagination.

"The fuck are you doing?" Cam said from behind me. His hands came to grip my hips as he tried to force me to face him. I stomped on his foot, earning a ‘what the fuck, Lakey’. It worked though; he stopped trying to get me to turn around.

I smirked, applying a coat of blood-red lipstick. "Going to work, baby. It's Saturday. All-day drink specials. Time to make some real money."

"It's fucking nine a.m., Lakey, we should get some sleep. I think we slept for a grand total of two hours before you sent us on a wild goose chase. I am fucking grumpy and this is stupid."

"If I don't, I will kill someone Cam," I sauntered past him. "Don't wait up. I plan on spending the day there."

His hand shot upwards, gripping my arms. Not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt me, but a clear warning. "Be careful. I’ll follow behind you.”

I turned, pressing a quick, fierce kiss to his lips. "Always am, but the day's young, and mama's got steam to blow and cash to make. Lots of lonely, sweaty fucks gonna be eager to pay today."

The neon sign blazed against the midday sky, a beacon for the depraved and desperate. I pushed through the doors, the bass already thrumming through my bones. Fuck, it was packed. Slick bodies sat, watching dancers, the red light making them look even more perverted than they would normally. All were chasing their vices before the sun had even set.

Sick fucks.

I made my way backstage, trying to let go of my feelings. Shoving my shit into a locker, I sighed and rolled my shoulders before making my way to the stage. As I stepped onto the platform, the world fell away. Gone was the frustrated, twitchy Lakey from the stakeout. In her place stood a goddess of chaos, ready to feast on the desires of mere mortals.

The spotlight hit me and my body became the music. Every twist and turn a promise of ecstasy and ruin. I caught sight of Cam in the crowd, his dark eyes burning into me. When he watched, it was a show just for him. The rest of them faded away and he became my center.

I blew him a kiss. The possessive snarl that crossed his face sent heat straight between my legs.

Cam's gaze never wavered. I could feel it, even as I teased and tempted the other patrons. He was my anchor, the only one who truly understood the darkness that lived inside me and why I needed to be here. He hated that I danced, but knew I needed the release. The dopamine. The rush of endorphins as money rained down on me. He did absolutely everything humanly possible to make me the happiest girl alive and hadn't yet clued in that while I may want the stimulation from all this shit, he was the only thing I truly needed.

Some guy in a suit was sitting right in front, staring at me with that look I knew all too well. They saw my tiny body and figured I'd be an easy lay, a quick catch. That I wouldn't turn them down, and if I did, they'd be able to overpower me. I flashed him an extra bright smile, hoping he'd try something once my set was done. Janine hadn't panned out, but maybe he'd give me a reason to allow my demons to feast today.

As I gyrated to the pounding rhythm, I caught Cam's smirk. He knew exactly what I was thinking, the twisted fantasies playing out in my head. It was why he let me go. If he didn't, I'd have probably killed someone I didn't need to, and that would have led to problems.

The music faded and the roar of applause hit me. I stepped off the stage, my body buzzing. Fuck, I needed that. For a moment, I forgot about Janine, the girl, all of it. I was just Lakey, queen of this neon-lit shithole.

"Helluva show, sugar," suit guy called out. I flashed him a sweet smile that didn't reach my heart. These idiots had no idea what I was capable of. If they did, they'd run screaming. He made a move to follow me as I walked by but stopped short when he saw where I was heading. More accurately, to whom I was heading towards.

I sauntered over to the bar where Cam was perched, his eyes following my every move before pinning the man in the suit in place with his gaze. God, he looked good enough to eat.

Leaning down, I squeezed my small tits together, teasing him before sliding onto the stool next to him.

Cam's lips quirked up in that half-smile. "Hi, killer. I gotta say, I was about ready to gut that fucker in the front row."

I laughed. "Aw, you know I can handle myself. Besides—” I traced a finger down his chest, “—you're the only one who gets to touch the merchandise."

"Damn straight," he pulled me closer. If he wasn't so damn traditional, I'd splay my legs and sink onto his cock right here, but Cam would never. He wasn't into the whole voyeur thing as much as I was.