Chapter 54 My Little Dick

Liam had spent the past hour cleaning up his house, taking a long, refreshing shower before ensuring that every trace of blood was erased. His place had been a complete mess after everything that had gone down, but now, it almost looked like nothing had ever happened.

As soon as he was done, he had sat back on his couch, waiting for Dickson to arrive.

When his best friend finally showed up, Liam didn’t waste any time.

He told him everything.

From the day he had first killed those three men in his own house, to the brutal encounters, the gunfights, and every single body that had dropped since then.

By the time Liam was done talking, Dickson was stunned.

Completely speechless.

For a moment, he simply stared at Liam, his mouth slightly open as if trying to process all the insanity that had just been dumped on him.

Then, slowly, he lifted his hands and began counting on his fingers.

One. Two. Three.

Then four. Five. Six.

He kept going until he ran out of fingers.

Finally, he let out a sharp exhale and looked at Liam with pure disbelief.

"Nigga, you’ve killed more than nine people," he said, shaking his head. "What the fuck?! You should be rotting in jail!"

He paused for a second, rubbing his temples, then sighed dramatically.

"But seeing as they were all thugs and killers... I guess I’ll let you live."

Liam chuckled at that.

"Oh, wow," he said, "as if you have the power to do anything about it."

Dickson shot him a smirk. "Oh, I do. I could just call the police on you, you know."

Liam leaned back against the couch, stretching his arms lazily. "And then I’ll just kill you," he said casually. "Cut your body into smaller pieces, blend it, and freeze it in the freezer before they arrive."

Although Liam was clearly joking, Dickson’s body reacted differently.

He gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing slightly.

There was something deeply unsettling about the way Liam had said it. The words had been playful, but the lack of hesitation, the ease, and the detail made Dickson shift slightly in his seat.

"The fuck is wrong with you?" he muttered, irritation creeping into his voice. "How do you even think of something that crazy?"

Liam just smirked.

But then, Dickson’s expression shifted.

His brows furrowed slightly as he took a closer look at Liam.

Something about this situation wasn’t adding up.

Liam had done all these insane things, survived through absolute madness, and yet, for some reason, he had specifically called Dickson over today.

And that realization bothered him.

"Wait a minute," Dickson said, narrowing his eyes. "If you’ve done all this crazy shit, and now you’re calling me over... that means you’re thinking of rolling me in, aren’t you?"

Before Liam could even answer, Dickson threw his hands up in refusal.

"Hell no!" he said, shaking his head firmly. "Just so you know, I’m never— and I mean never—getting involved with murder."

Liam immediately burst into laughter.

"You idiot," he said, "relax. I don’t need you to kill anyone. I just need you to call your cousin."

Dickson blinked.

"Hah? My cousin?"

Liam nodded. "Yeah. Call Lilith."

The second that name left Liam’s lips, Dickson shot up from his seat.

"You’re crazy," he said instantly. "I ain’t calling Lilith."

The refusal was immediate.

And the reason was simple.

Lilith—just like her name—was the devil.

She wasn’t just some random cousin. She was the leader of an illegal organization that specialized in drugs, weapons, and all sorts of shady dealings.

And she wasn’t just dangerous.

She was lethal.

Dickson had grown up hearing stories about her, seeing firsthand how terrifying she could be. There was a reason nobody messed with her, not even the big guys in the underworld.

And now Liam wanted him to just call her?

No way in hell.

But Liam, as usual, was unbothered.

He leaned forward slightly, his sharp gaze locking onto Dickson’s.

"Chill your ass," Liam said calmly. "I don’t need you to do anything crazy. Just call her so I can talk to her."

Dickson crossed his arms.

"Why don’t you call her yourself?"

Liam exhaled. "Because she won’t pick up if I call."

Dickson stared at him for a long moment.

And in that silence, he knew—he was completely screwed.

He sighed heavily as he picked up his phone, grumbling under his breath.

"I swear, the last time Lilith came over to my house, my dick was almost in her mouth."

Liam, who had been waiting patiently, suddenly froze.

His face twisted in sheer irritation as he snapped his head toward Dickson.

"You dead-ass wanker," he said, his voice filled with disgust. "You’re beating your meat to your own cousin?"

Dickson immediately coughed loudly, as if trying to clear his throat and erase what he just said.

"Ahem! Ahem! Let’s not focus on irrelevant details," he said quickly, waving his hand dismissively as he dialed Lilith’s number.

Liam squeezed his eyes shut, muttering something under his breath before shaking his head. He honestly didn’t even want to know.

The call rang for about five seconds.

Then, suddenly, a sultry yet commanding voice rang out from the other side.

"Hold on, little cousin."

Immediately after those words, they heard a desperate voice in the background.

"Please, Madam! I swear—I’ll never snitch on you again! Please, I beg you!"

Liam and Dickson instinctively exchanged looks.

That was not a good sign.

They didn’t say a word, but with just that one glance, they understood exactly what was happening.

Lilith was "handling business."

Before they could react, a loud gunshot rang through the speaker.

The sound was so sharp and sudden that even Dickson flinched.

Liam’s eyes slightly widened, but he quickly composed himself.

Then, as if she hadn’t just killed someone seconds ago, Lilith’s voice returned—smooth, calm, and completely unfazed.

"Clean it up," she said to someone on her end.

And then, without missing a beat, she spoke directly into the phone again.

"So, my little Dick," she said, her voice dripping with amusement. "How are you?"

Dickson nearly choked on air.

Liam, who had been trying his best to keep a straight face, had to press his lips together to stop himself from bursting into laughter.

Dickson, now deeply regretting his life choices, swallowed down the frustration rising in his throat and forced himself to answer.

"I’m doing good," he muttered.

Lilith, clearly not interested in pleasantries, wasted no time cutting straight to the point.

"Alright, enough chit-chat. Get to the point. I don’t have time for greetings."

Dickson furrowed his brows.

"The fuck? Weren’t you the one that just asked how I was doing?" he muttered under his breath.

But he knew better than to argue with her.

This was Lilith.

Dragging any matter with her would only lead to chaos, pain, and possibly regret.

So, instead of wasting time, he got straight to the point.

"Do you remember Liam?" he asked.

There was a brief pause on the other end of the call.

Then, a low "hmm" as Lilith seemed to be thinking.

"Liam... Liam..." she repeated, trying to place the name.

Then, suddenly, she let out an "Ah!" as realization dawned on her.

"Your best friend, Liam?"

Dickson nodded, even though she couldn’t see him.

"Yeah, that one."

Then, to his absolute horror, Lilith chuckled.

"Ohhh," she said, her voice laced with amusement. "You mean the super hot one?"

Dickson immediately furrowed his brows.

"Hah?" he said, feeling deeply disturbed.

Liam, meanwhile, simply smirked, clearly enjoying the moment.

Dickson let out a long sigh before finally muttering, "Yeah... you can say that."

Lilith let out another chuckle. "What about him?"

Dickson didn’t waste any more time.

"He wants to talk to you," he said flatly.

There was another brief pause.

Then Lilith, in her usual confident tone, replied, "Alright. Put him on."

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