Jameson Hotel - the Dark Suite Series: Parts One, Two & Three by Aven Jayce Page B

things like
this.
    We’re the same
height and share the same muscular build, but our other characteristics are
like night and day, in a very bizarre sort of way. On the outside, I’m the
blonde palomino horse and he’s the black stallion. Both exquisitely striking,
stately, broad chested, and well hung. But on the inside, he’s a Dandelion
Puffball and I’m Deadly Nightshade, the toxic Belladonna.
    “I need help
lifting...”
    “Jesus Christ!” Cove
shouts as we enter the garage. “What the fuck happened?” He bends over and places his hands on his knees then stands and
begins to pace. “Fuck, what the fuck!”
    “Chill and keep your
voice down.”
    “No. What did you
do! Damn it! Did you stab him with something? Why is he covered in blood? What
the hell happened?”
    “When a dickwad like Dayne has me on the
ground and says he’s gonna cut me up, I’m gonna do something about it. What the fuck did you think
was going to happen? It was him or me . And if he won
you would’ve been next, then Sophia. Get real and fucking help me out. It’s the least you can do.”
    “No, this is too
gruesome.”
    “What the fuck?
Where are you going?” I clutch his arm as he takes off for the stairs.
    “I thought I was
prepared to handle something like this, considering everything I’ve been
through, but fuck no. Just, fuck no.”
    “What would you have
done? Look at my head, Cove. I can feel the blood dripping. And you know he
took a shot at me earlier,” I raise my voice and pull him over to Dayne . “Get his legs and help me lift him onto the bed of
my truck.”
    “I’m not placing a
finger on him!”
    “Fine, I’ll pay your
kids a hundred bucks a piece and they’ll do it,” I say sharply.
    “This isn’t a joke,”
he snaps back.
    “I wasn’t joking.
Don’t force me to dismember him. It’s too messy, now grab his goddamn legs.”
    “What?” He starts to
panic. “You’re fucking insane! What are we gonna do with
the body?”
    “Good, you said we . And it’s not a body. He’s not dead
yet.” I place my foot on Dayne’s shoulder and he
comes alive with a groan.
    “No,” Cove whispers
and steps back. “No, we’re not... I’m not... damn it, Mark. How the hell can
you ask me to do this?”
    “You’re an asswipe ,” Dayne moans. “Both of
you... asswipes .”
    “Fuck.” Cove paces
and runs his hand through his hair. This is his usual routine when he freaks
out, and he’s only going to get worse.
    “Why don’t you go
back to your suite and send Sophia down.”
    “Screw you,” he
seethes. “You bastard. We didn’t discuss this. I don’t want to be in a room
with a dying man.”
    “I just said I had
no choice in how things played out. We’re dealing with a demented mammoth who
wanted a lot of people dead.”
    “Are you talking
about Dayne or referring to yourself?”
    “Real nice,
dickhead. I thought you’d be more appreciative to the fact that I saved your
ass... twice.”
    He places his hands
in the air and turns away. “I don’t even want to know what that means. Jesus! I knew you were a fucking monster!”
    I close my eyes,
exhale, and shake my bowed head in disappointment. This is exactly why I’ve
always taken care of shit on my own. “Go back to your family,” I whisper. “I’ll
figure out a way to make him disappear without your help.”
    “He’s not dead,
Mark.”
    “Neither is my
sister, or you, or my nephews, and I’m surprised you’re not focusing on that
fact instead of the rodent on the floor. And I’m not dead either, in case you
haven’t noticed.”
    “I knew she was
here,” Dayne mumbles. “I knew the whole asinine
family was here.”
    I take a roll of
duct tape from my toolbox, open my blade and slice a piece for his mouth. “Any
last words?” I ask, leaning over him.
    “I hope you assholes
sleep well... knowing I was going to force feed the meat on your bones to your
offspring dipshit children.” He struggles to breathe. “Sleep well...