Chapter 72

"We need to strip him naked," I told Sawyer and Jacek later that morning as I buttoned my jeans in a hurry. I'd collapsed in Sawyer's bed after my talk with Ronick, so totally done with everything, but I'd only managed a couple hours of sleep. I had an early-morning split shift at The Dream Bean, though, and college classes I was already falling behind on. Pretty sure I had a paper due in my World Lit class today, possibly on one of the Bronte sisters. Or was it Toni Morrison? Hell, I wasn't even sure what century I was supposed to be in for that class, which was very unlike me.

"That sounds like a not-me job," Jacek said, manspreading on the couch. "I can't promise I won't shove Ronick's own cock down his throat hard enough to pop out his eyeballs." He lifted a hand at Sawyer's narrowed eyes. "Sorry, I can't promise I won't shove Ronick's own penis down his throat hard enough to pop out his eyeballs."