Page 236 of Sincerely, Butterfly

“We just need to make sure she leaves no evidence behind, and we will have one of our own people call in an anonymous tip.”

“Can’t we lure this girl to New Orleans, and have Nola do this in our territory?” Jasper asks.

“We could, but that would take more time, more effort, and us getting involved more than we should. We don’t have to do much, two or three kills at most. All with women he’s been seen with in public. We can pull any footage needed to help build a case against him, but honestly, Nola’s grand finale plan will be good enough to put him behind bars for good.”

“Don’t even get me started on that,” Jasper growls, his furious eyes darting my way. “And the fact you two are on board with it is fucking ridiculous.”

“You worry too much.” I wave him off. “Trust me. You need to remember Nola isn’t the girl we thought she was. She’s shown us that much. The girl can handle herself, and it’s the hottest thing ever. But we’re going to be with her every step of the way this time. We wouldn’t allow anything to happen to her, would we?”

“No,” he snarls. “Never.”

“So stop worrying and watch.” I point to the phone.

We’re currently sitting in an unmarked SUV across the streetfrom Roscoe Landry’s mansion. He’s been out partying with a group of women all night and brought them back to his place.

We’ve done enough digging on this motherfucker over the years to know how he works. It’s always good to know your enemy’s habits. You never know when they’ll come in handy, like today for instance.

Roscoe never lets any of his hookups stay over. He uses them and tosses them away. He doesn’t even bother getting them a ride home, often making them walk. It brings him joy.Fucking asshole.

Not that we can talk much, we never really put much thought into the women we’ve hooked up with after it was over, we’d just send them on their way.

What can I say, we’re not nice guys. But the women we had in the past knew what they were getting into when it came to us. We were open, honest. We told them we weren't nice people. I mean, if you’re signing a waiver to fuck us because your life could literally be at risk, then you’d be stupid enough to think we’re going to be kind and see you home safe.

At least we had the courtesy to give those women a choice. We never forced ourselves on a person. We didn’t have to. Girls were lining up to have a chance to be with us.

Roscoe, however… he will charm the pants right off you, make you believe he’s a kind man when he takes you home. Then, behind closed doors, all of that changes.

We haven’t seen it for ourselves, but based off some of his past hookups we’ve managed to see, well, you know what we did to Scarlett? Pretty much that, but worse.

We’re fucked in the head. We like it rough and kinky, but we’d never beat the shit out of a woman or rape her if there wasn’t consent beforehand. And yes, that is all in the waiver we made them sign.

“How much longer?” Wesley grumbles, leaning back in his seat and lighting up a cigarette.

“Really?” I grumble. “Right now? At least open a fucking window.”

“Smoke will draw attention.” He blinks at me, taking a puff.

“I fucking hate you,” I sneer.

He grins,flipping me off.

A notification on my phone catches my attention. Looking down, I see a text from Lola.

Lola Girl:

How's everything going?

Me

Nothing so far. She’s still inside.

Lola Girl

No rush. I’m just listening to music while I wait.

Smiling, I shake my head.

Me