“Only if you promise to fuck my throat after.” Abel waggled his tongue at me as my body shook with the barely contained rage.

These were the moments when I needed to remind myself he was my brother and was purposely trying to get under my skin. He took it as a personal challenge to enrage me since I was ninety-nine percent of the time unflappable. Being a clinically diagnosed psychopath had many advantages, but as my hand curled into a fist, I had to remind myself that I didn’t want to kill him. The urge was strong, but it was the look in his eyes daring me to attack him that ultimately made me step back.

“No more, I mean it. I already have this fucking Joker clown on my neck from you and an angel riding the devil on my ass that I didn’t want. You’d think that if you were going to get tattoos, you’d at least get something half decent.” I marched away from Abel before I reconsidered slitting his throat.

“Aw, come on, that one is hot. The girl has big titties, and I even got him to put blood dripping from her pussy. What more could you want?”

I cleaned my blade, keeping my back to Abel as I waited out the impulse to kill him. “You get another one without passing it by me, and I will return the favor.” The rag dangled from my fingers as I turned around, pleased with my threat.

Abel sucked his teeth, and I almost grabbed the scalpel and threw it at his head. “Don’t be an ignorant fuck. You know I don’t tolerate it.”

He rolled his eyes. “What kind of tattoo?”

“I’ll think on it, but it will be something you hate, something that would make you want to cut off your fucking dick, and that’s exactly where I’ll put it.”

“Nothing could make me want to do that,” he said.

“Oh, I wouldn’t dare me, Abel. I’m thinking little pieces of black licorice or a Care Bear…no, I got it, a cobra, and every time you stare at your fucking cock, it will look like a cobra hissing at you.” I smiled at my brother’s horrified face. “That way, if you don’t cut it off, you’ll have to see that image expand every fucking time you get hard, and it will stare at you whenever you stroke Abel Junior.”

Abel froze mid-motion as he climbed onto the table with the woman, or what used to be a breathing woman. “You wouldn’t?”

“Test me, brother, and see what happens. Also, since you seem intent on having fun, you can clean the body and scrub the room down. I’m heading out.”

“You’re not staying? I came over to hang.”