Chapter 27
THE MAN OF MY SEX DREAMS
Early Early Morning Day 10
"Hey, Darlin'." Fingers pressed against my wrist, my heart thumped against them. Jonny's clean scent and warmth were next to me.
My throat was so dry. My head pounded and I tried to sit up before opening my eyes.
"Don't get up yet," he said sternly.
I laid back down, and cracked my eyes open. The lights flickered from the circle of candles. A pile of unconscious bodies in the middle.
"I have to close the circle." I sat up and crawled my way to the box of matches in my jacket. I placed three matches in my mouth to make them soggy.
Only when I turned around did I see the room full of people, similarly dressed and styled in black tactical gear. All of them holding guns of various sizes. The room was silent. Some made the sign of the cross over their bodies. Some whispered prayers in Spanish.
Jonny spoke in Spanish, "Si eres un puto miedoso, puedes irte." Most of them left the room. The few that stayed moved to the corners and stood guard.
I lit the three matches at once and dropped them inside the salt circle while they were still lit. I leaned down and blew out the candles and some of the salt to the side. "It is done," I whispered as I brushed aside the rest of the salt, officially closing the circle. "It's done," I said to Jonny.
Jonny checked on his unconscious brother. He gestured for the other men to come forward. They checked the pulses of the bodies and I sighed in relief as Ben and Diego were still alive.
Roman's blood was sticky on the floor and they avoided stepping in it as they picked up the unconscious bodies and removed them from the room.
Jonny helped me stand. He gently brushed the hair back from my face. He looked over me, searching for injuries.