The Bad Ones

by Stylo Fantome

“I want you,” he stated bluntly. She simply nodded. “I want to do whatever the fuck we want. I've got a lot of money, Dulcie. A lot. We can go wherever we want, do whatever we want. We can … we can be as strange as we want. As awful. As fucking horrible as we goddamn want.”

“If this is a sickness, then I don't want a cure,” he whispered back. “You're very clever for a sociopath.” “Well, cleverness is a trademark of being one. Now shut up and go to sleep before I give your mouth something better to do.”

Dulcie wondered if it even would've lasted the year. They were simply too dangerous together. Con had been right to stay away those three years. They had no self-control when they were together, they indulged each other. It was too much. At the rate they were going, they really would destroy each other, and she couldn't allow that too happen.