Page 144 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Now I’m thinking it’s backfired because instead of Nola keeping Callieoutof trouble, Callie is the one who’s getting Nolaintotrouble.

Okay, not trouble exactly, but Nola has changed. She no longer blushes as soon as one of us is around her. Only when I make a flirty comment.

She doesn’t stumble over her words and speaks with more confidence.

She stands up for herself when one of us says something she doesn’t agree with.

While that might not seem like much, it's a big fucking deal in comparison to who we’ve always known Nola to be.

My Lola Girl is growing up, and I don’t fucking like it.

I want her to continue being that homebody, shy girl who has no interest in dating.

Only I find out that she’s out with Callie doing things all the time: movies, the zoo, shopping.

Then I find out she’s not even a fucking virgin!

When the fuck did she find time to lose her virginity? We’ve been watching Nola from afar for a long time, and never once did we seeher talking to the guys she said she had sex with. Three fucking assholes who no longer breathe or walk on this earth.

It must have been after we graduated. With us becoming more involved with our businesses and taking on more responsibilities with the Brotherhood, we haven’t been able to keep as close an eye on her like we used to.

Killing those fuckers was the most fun we’ve had in a long time.

I don’t even feel the least bit sorry about ending them. They touched what didn’t belong to them, defiled her body with their nasty, tiny dicks. Dicks we made sure to remove while they were still alive. Did you know that when you get your dick cut off, you bleed… a lot.

What was even better was how high their voices got when they screamed like little bitches.

Still, when I think of Nola being with someone who isn’t one of us it makes me wish we kept the fuckers alive just so we could torture them whenever we felt like it.

They got off easy if you ask me.

“Mr. Reid.”

I blink, my mind drifting back to reality.

“Huh?” I raise a brow at my professor.

He huffs, crossing his arms. “Are you even paying attention?”

Leaning back in my seat, I give him a smirk. “Not really. Sorry, I almost drifted off.” The people around me chuckle. I grab my bag and get to my feet.

“Where do you think you’re going? Class isn’t over yet.” He glares at me, spluttering as I start towards the door.

“I gotta piss. Don’t expect me back.” I raise two fingers to give him the peace sign as I walk out of class.

Should I have done that? Probably not. I need this class to graduate. Do I care? Not one fucking bit. He won’t fail me. I still plan on doing the work, I’ll just catch up later at home. I need more things to keep my mind busy now anyway.

With all these girls going missing and winding up dead, I haven’t been able to get laid in far too fucking long.

It's bullshit if you ask me. Jasper was convinced that Roscoe Landry was out to get us, and I even believed it for a while. Becausewhy the fuck were all the girls any of us messed with ended up being murdered?

But then, on Halloween night, another girl was offed, and it wasn’t anyone we’ve fucked around with.

I mean, sure, the bitch tried at one point back in high school, but none of us gave her the time of day because of how she treated Nola. She was lucky we didn’t kill her ourselves.

Then, after that, a few more girls we’ve never slept with popped up dead, making me believe that it’s just some sick fucker who has a kink for killing young girls.

Jasper isn’t convinced, though, swearing it’s just Roscoe trying to throw us off his trail after Jasper sent him a not-so-friendly warning.