Page 52 of Monstrous Serpent

They need to leave. “Get out.”

No one responds.

I turn, cross my arms over my chest, and glare at them. “Get. Out.”

Kincaid glares right back, standing to his full height. “Watch that mouth.”

“Then leave.”

Trembley huffs, and I face him. But over his shoulder, I catch sight of the time.

Davis.

My little brother will be home from school any minute. They can’t be here. I cross the kitchen in three steps and shove Trembley hard in the back. “You need to leave. Now.”

“Ow. Okay, first of all, rude.”

“I didn't ask for any of this, and I don't need my little brother—”

“Atlas, let’s go.” Kincaid turns and walks out of the kitchen.

“Tootles, Little Jenkins.”

I stare at Trembley’s back as he follows Kincaid into the living room. The fuck just happened? After shaking off the momentary shock, I follow after them.

Kincaid stops by the couch. He picks up my phone from the cushion, turns, and holds it out to me. “Open it.”

“Absolutely fucking not.”

His fingers move across the screen, then he holds it up to my face.

It unlocks.

Fuck Face ID.

I go to grab it, but he spins away, tapping across the screen. My gaze lands on his left wrist, and my brows furrow.

Is that a tattoo of SpongeBob?

Kincaid tosses the phone onto the cushion, then walks through the front door without a word. Trembley gives Blue one last scratch behind the ears on his way past.

The door clicks shut behind them, and I just stand there. My shorts are full of cum. There’s more on my shirt.

My dog looks at me from his bed like I’m the one who needs to explain myself.

“You’re the one who didn’t bark when they came in. And why were you trying to make out with that dipshit? He’s the enemy.”

Blue cocks his head, ears up.

I grab my phone off the couch and check the contacts as I make my way upstairs. There are no new contacts. I open the texts. And there it is.

A text sent from my phone to an unknown number.

I delete it and walk into the bathroom. Need to clean up before searching my car to find out where the dipshits installed the GPS tracker. As I wait for the water to warm in the shower, my phone pings. I pick it up and look at the screen.

Unknown number: Don’t bother deleting my number

Me: eat shit