Page 237 of Sincerely, Butterfly

Let me guess, Ashnikko?

Lola Girl

Of course, who else would I waste my time listening to?

There is so much we’ve learned about Lola in a short amount of time that we’ve been friends again. For one, her love for butterflies. This girl has been raising and preserving them for years. How the fuck did we not put two and two together with a name like the Butterfly Killer?

I guess it never in a million years would have crossed our minds that it could ever have been her because we really had ourselves convinced she was too sweet, too pure.

This girl is anything but.

Her favorite artist is Ashnikko, she loves to go for walks at night, and hates pork chops but loves steaks.

She is a big cuddler, a needy little cock slut who can’t get enough of us. I’ve never seen someone so sex crazed in my life.

And I fucking love it.

For someone who's only ever been with us, I guess she’s catching up on all the time she missed being on our dicks. Not that we have an issue with it.

We’ve pumped that girl full of cum, so much so that I wouldn’t be surprised if she gets pregnant.

With my sister being best friends with my girlfriend, I used my big brother privileges and bugged Callie for information. Stupid girl code made it so she couldn’t tell me anything.

But when I brought up birth control, she was quick to talk. I guess the chance to be an auntie beats keeping that bit of information a secret.

So, Nola isn’t on any form of birth control, and I want to keep it that way. If Jasper finds out, or if I bring it to his attention, he might try to put her on it.

I want all the babies with that woman. I want to be the best fucking dad I can, to show my son or daughter that I’m nothing like my father.

Before Nola, the idea of children made me laugh. I didn’t want them. But now? Now everything is different.

I want it all with her. She would make an amazing mom. And fuck me, seeing her round with my baby has my cock rock hard just thinking of it.

“What is Nola saying that has you palming your cock?” Wesley asks, raising a brow.

My eyes jerk up to his, and I frown, looking down to see I am in fact gripping my erection.

“She said she can’t wait to choke on my dick till she passes out.” I wink.

He rolls his eyes. “Mhhmm.”

“There’s movement,” Jasper announces, sitting up. We all lean in to look at his phone. A woman walks through the gates. She’s slow, a little hunched over, like she’s in pain.

“That does not look like a girl who just had some mind-blowing sex,” Wesley comments.

“She looks rough,” Jasper mutters.

“I almost feel bad for the girl, but she won’t be in pain much longer.”

They both look at me with raised brows. “I said almost.” I hold up my hands. “I don’t know the girl, I have nothing against her, but we have to do what we have to do.”

“Text Nola,” Jasper says as he climbs into the front driver's seat and starts up the SUV.

For our kill tonight, we’re keeping it simple. There’s a park down the street from here where Nola is waiting. We’re going to bring the girl there, take care of her, and leave her body to be found by a late-night jogger. Our guy will send in the tip to Officer Johanna, the lead detective on the Butterfly Killer case, and report what he found. We just need to make sure no one else comes across the body and calls the BRPD first.

We wait a few minutes, relieved she’s heading in the direction of the park, before Jasper pulls out of our parking spot. We slowly follow the girl down the street.

“Hey, Lola Girl,” I purr through the phone when she picks up. “You ready?”