Haunting-Adeline

“I want your eyes on Addie tonight as well. If something happens, you
tell me immediately.”
He chuckles. “Do you think she’ll like it when I stalk her, too?”
I pin him with a glare. “You watch her for any purpose other than
ensuring her safety, I'll cut your dick off and feed it to you.”
His face scrunches up in disgust, but I don’t miss the flash of terror in his
eyes. “Just kidding, dude,” he assures, his hands raised in surrender. “I like
my women willing.”
A wicked smile forms, though the heat in my eyes remains. “Sounds to
me like you don’t understand a woman’s body well enough to know when
it sings for you, even when her mouth tries to resist.”
Jay’s spu ering follows me out, and I can’t help but laugh when I hear
him on the phone immediately a er, ge ng reassurance from one of his
booty calls.
“So glad you could make it, Zack,” Daniel greets, gripping one hand in a
handshake and slapping me on the back with the other.
Dan’s house is just as ostenta ous as any other person with a bank
account si ng in the millions. His house is rus c, with an accent wall made
of wood to imitate a cabin, exposed beams, wooden floors that he paid big
money to look weathered, and a lot of tan and brown accents.
Abstract pain ngs decorate the walls, each pain ng with an earthy tone
of reds, browns and yellows. I pause at one in par cular, the drone of
Daniel gree ng other guests behind me turning into a low buzz.
The pain ng looks like two big brown eyes, with streaks of bright red
trailing from them. So yellows and reds make up the round, short curves
of the girl’s face. My eyes roam, taking in every detail un l the full picture
comes together.
It’s a li le girl crying tears of blood.
“Beau ful, isn’t it?”
I drag my eyes away to find Daniel standing next to me, his eyes roving
over the pain ng with a wicked gleam in his eyes.