Sicko

by Amo Jones

He embedded himself into my heart and I sewed my name across his limbs. We fight a lot, but we love hard and when it comes to him and me, one cannot exist without the other. Royce Kane is undeniably my best friend.

“I literally could not forget you if I tried, Duchess. I mean that from the bottom of my heart.” He says the words with a passive look over his face, stoic and emotionless. “Well, that’s not very assuring, considering you don’t have one.” Storm taps his temple. “Ah, she’s catching on.”

She was my fucking world the day her sad little soul entered our house. I mean, I wanted a brother, but Jade wasn’t half as bad as what I thought having a little sister would be like. She hated Barbie dolls and preferred Transformer trucks. Not much else I could complain about, until she grew tits.

Royce is a nightmare wrapped in a dream, but Wicked is the Devil’s pet.

God, Royce. So damn beautiful it aches my soul.

“Royce doesn’t let anyone ride bitch on his bike. You came in like that.” Wicked stretches his legs wide into a spread and my mouth waters. “No one will so much as breathe near you now. He knows he doesn’t have to worry.”

The air whips through the loose strands of my hair, an easy smile on my face. I will never admit it to Royce, but I love riding on the back of his bike.

Unknown: Yeah, I would.

That’s what Jade is to me. She’s a walking, talking, fucking witch that is everything my soul wants and craves. My body craves her, but my soul fucking needs her. Having her lips on mine was every fucking thing I thought it would be, and that’s what pisses me off the most.

“Not blind, brother, I’m fucking focused. You hang that girl over anything that you think I can’t kill, fuck, or fight, and you can bet your bottom dollar that I will slaughter, wreck, and knock out. She isn’t my blind spot.” I chuckle, running my finger over my bottom lip. “She’s the fucking switch to my rage. She is what makes me fucking crazy. She is what I rip for.

“Because there’s no do I want her or does she want me.” I drag a puff of my cigarette until smoke drifts out of my nostrils. “There’s just her and I and no one else.”

“Shirt looks good on you.” I sigh. “Shut up and take it off.”

“Say any other man is hot, and I’ll shove my cock so far down your pretty little throat that you’ll be eating through a straw for the next month.”

He leans over and wraps his lips around the thumb I just sucked, but instead of sucking on it, he bites it. Hard. I yelp, but no one hears because everyone is talking and laughing loudly. “Ouch, Royce!” He chuckles, his soft lips crashing onto mine briefly. “Yeah,” he says, licking his lips. “I’m never letting you out of my sight ever again.”

“I don’t think anyone will walk that path, Roy.” “Hmmm?” he asks, his voice drunk with sleep. I’ve realized sleepy Royce is my favorite Royce, as the tip of his finger runs circles on my arm. “No one will take that path.” “Why’s that?” he asks sleepily, his lips now relaxed against my forehead. “Because one look at both of us and people know it’s only supposed to be us on that road.”

“Every single day that I’m breathing means your days are guaranteed. Sleep.”

Wicked, Orson, Storm, and Jade are behind me, and I can almost feel the courage she’s pouring into me. She’s not just my rock, she’s my whole fucking world. I knew that from day one. My life began with her, and it’ll end with her.

“Royce?” “Yeah?” he murmurs into my hair. “What are we?” It’s a question I should have been thinking about a lot more often than I have. Silence. His shoulders are shaking and it’s not until I pull away from him slightly and glare up at him from below that I realize he’s laughing. “What’s funny!” I shove him. “Oh nothing,” he says casually. “It’s just amusing that you think you’ll ever have a life outside of me.”

“You’re mine, Duchess. In every fucking way that is possible for a woman to be owned by a man. You’re mine.” “Like, girlfriend, or like, old lady, or fiancée?” His eyes close as he attempts to contain his laugh. I shove him again. “Shut up, Roy! Your world is weird.” His voice is hoarse from his laughing, his hard chest against mine. “Jade.” He kisses me. “All of the above.”

“You’re a sick bastard. You know that, right?” I smirk, running my tongue over my lips and swallowing the blood that had fallen. “One would say a Sicko.”

If I had to walk through hell all over again just to have my man finally beneath me, I’d do it one hundred times over.

I will love this man for the rest of my life, and when we both finally die, our souls will continue to find each other wherever we end up. Because you can’t fuck with fate.