Lust was draped over Greed like a blanket when his phone started to vibrate against the nightstand. He'd hoped it was Gluttony sending him a text that he'd had a change of heart. The Russian had been drug out of his apartment earlier that afternoon and put on a park bench for someone to find. The girl practically suffered fits of weak spasms, not able to talk or stand. Every time he'd held her head up her eyes rolled back. She looked like a drug addict who had overdosed. He almost left a note taped to her chest that said "take me home," but he'd decided it might have been a little much.
Lust stirred against him but didn't wake up as he thumbed his phone open. He didn't recognize the number. "You better be calling to apologize numbnuts," he said with a growl thinking Gluttony was on the other side.