Virtuously Evil [Book 1 of Animosity series]

Chapter 16: Shit goes down.

I kinda high-key stan this underrated song.

Vote k bye.

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I vividly remember the first time when Crusano and I got arrested for getting shit-drunk and vandalising public property. In our defence that wall was too old and dirty, the wall was all cracked so we decided to improve the aesthetics.

We were so drunk that we didn't know we spray-painted dicks and vaginas on the wall instead of flowers and butterflies.

I mean, it did kinda looked like a butterfly if you-

Who am I kidding? We made large hairy dicks and vaginas. When the police officer asked where were the butterflies? Crusano pointed at the two flaps of the vagina and screamed "Wings!" Then he continued to point at the hairs and screamed "Butterfly antennas and legs!"

We spent the whole night in a local police Jail which had millipedes and centipedes, but they were friendly. One even agreed to spray paint butterflies with us.

"Bob says that he is happy to have us." Crusano said, referring to the centipede as he caressed the centipede with his cheeks, a small smile plastered on his face.

"I know, Marley told me they don't get visitors much." I said as I let another Centipede crawl on my legs.

I looked up at Crusano and saw that his pupils were dilated even more in the darkness. "Aye! Your pupils look as big as my nipples!" I said as I tried to poke his eyes.

He smiled even bigger as he touched his eyelashes and said with slurry words and hiccops. "And like your nipples, they are covered *hiccup* with hair." He giggled as he finished his sentence.

In the morning when we got the worst hangover and realised that we woke up in a Jail, the first thought that came to my mind was that we had been kidnapped.

Later on one of the police officers questioned me in another room and showed me my CIA Agent card which was found in my bag, I was beyond embarrassed.

If you get arrested three times, you get dismissed from your post.

I got drunk in the first place because I couldn't solve a very puzzling case that I had been working on for a month and had to be transferred to Jacob, who solved the case within two days. I was on the verge of crying when the chief told me that it's alright and sometimes failing is necessary to get better at things.

After a million apologies to Jacob, he finally lessened my punishment and now I had to do 15-20 hours work for a week.

It was so worth it.

After 24 hours, I walk down the familiar aisle to Jail number: 56 to see that Alforo, Fubini and Diego were sleeping on top of each other, whereas Jayceono and Crusano were sitting on one of the mattresses and talking barely above whispers. They all were not wearing shirts and all the tattoos sprawled on their bodies were visible.

I wiped my hands on my jeans and opened one of the buttons of my shirt as it was really hot. I put on gloves and gave guards the same instructions as yesterday.

As I enter, I observe how well defined all of them were. All of them had ripped muscles which looked like they had been built because of years of training. Various scars lined all of their bodies. The most buff and muscly one was Fubini, he looked like a fucking Godzilla on whom Diego and Alforo were sleeping.

My eyes travelled to Jayceono's rigid posture supported against one of the walls, his body was glistening with sweat and his mouth parted a little when he saw me. His upper half chest was covered in tattoos. My eyes travelled further down his toned chest and abs, following the trail of hair that started at his bellybutton and disappeared in the orange pants. I stopped myself from futher checking him out and focussed my eyes on crusano.