Sicko

by Amo Jones

He guides my head back by my hair, and I really, really hope no one walks in right now, because it would look like fifty shades of incest.

Love is love, but when it’s unconditional, it’s for life.

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.

“But I’m not the same girl you left behind either.” “Oh yeah?” I smirk, running my tongue over my bottom lip. “How so?” “I have teeth now.” She shoves past me.

If she wasn’t my foster sister, I’d have that parked on my shit for at least two business days.

“Check beneath your bed tonight, Duchess.” He leans down until his lips are near my ear. “Because I will be the monster lurking beneath it. Everywhere you go, I’ll be there. Who you talk to, I’ll know.”

“What Sicko wants, Sicko gets. That’s how it works around here.”

“I’ll watch her, though. Only now I’ll be watching her with my hand around my cock.”

I truly believe that every girl needs a best friend, but not every girl needs a husband. A spouse’s love is conditional, whether you see it or not. When you first fell for your partner, it was for reasons. A best friend will love you forever.

He’s a weapon that’s been sharpened and only utilized to cause mass destruction. I’m in trouble.

“Or how fucking good my hand looks around your throat. Now swing those fucking legs over my bike.”

“If anyone has hurt you while I’ve been away.” His mouth slams closed and the muscles on either side of his jaw pulse. “I’ll fucking kill them, and that’s not a threat. That’s a goddamn promise.”

“Since I can’t beat you and then fuck you—in that order—I’ll just have to lick you every time you want to open that fucking mouth.

Our souls have recognized each other.

“What do you think you’re doing walking up in here dressed like sex?”

I’m addicted to Royce Kane, and if you try to lock me in a rehab clinic, I’ll only find my way back to him. You can’t separate fate, no matter how hard you fuck it.

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.

“Or maybe I just need to fill your cunt with my cock and fuck you so hard that your secrets beg to run from me.”

“That comes from years and years of built up resilience after putting up with Royce Kane’s straight-up bullshit.”

“She’s the fucking switch to my rage. She is what makes me fucking crazy. She is what I rip for. So I’ll ask you one more time, and brother or not, I will fucking murder you.”

“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.”

“We’re going to kill each other. You know that, right?” “That’s fine.” I run the tip of my finger over the hard curve of his jaw. “Fuck me like you want to kill me.”

“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.”

“Bite, you’re fucking good at that.”

“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.”

I don’t need anyone in my head where Jade is concerned. She occupies all the space I have available as it is.