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Authors: Emma Grayson
Tags: Contemporary
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her; there was no mistaking the bitch.
My eyes stayed on her. I watched as she carried her tray of drinks to a table of three guys, smiling and laughing as she placed the drinks down for them. As she did, they were all looking at her with their mouths dropped open like a fucking dog drooling over a bone.
She looked different, the last few months clearly having an effect on her. Her ass looked smaller and her tits looked bigger. I watched as she went from table to table taking orders then bringing them back and taking empties to the tall guy behind the bar. Her back was towards me when she stopped, looked over her shoulder and scanned the room.
She looked confused as she looked to the bar then around the place, like she was looking for something, or someone. My mouth pulled into a half grin when I saw her straight on.
Fuck. Me.
The bitch actually looked good.
I watched her for a bit before I tossed the rest of my drink back, and then threw a few bills on the table before taking one last look at the bitch that brought me all the way across the fucking country just to find her and the fucking kid.
I silently thanked her for making it so easy to find her, and it was just a matter of time now before I flipped her world upside down just as she did to me.
Black rose.
Snake.
Purple Skull.
I jolted awake. It was just another nightmare about my attack and his tattoo coming to life, the snake’s mouth opening, biting into my neck, paralyzing me as he forced himself on me; no one coming to my rescue. I woke up multiple times gasping for air while my body shook, and sweat beads covered my forehead. My entire body was aching and throbbing in pain, especially my legs and arms.
Suffice to say I didn’t sleep well.
I looked over at my clock on the night stand, the red numbers flashing nine forty in the morning and I had a feeling it was going to be a long day for a couple reasons.
First, I didn’t want to tell Mollie what happened. She would freak out and go ballistic wanting to find the guy and rip his balls off then take a few shots of her own. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hide it from her though, thanks to the lovely bump on my forehead. Even if she didn’t notice that, she’d notice how I was acting and with one look at me, she’d know instantly something was wrong and would badger me until I came clean about it. There would be tears and a lot of cursing followed by bringing up Dex and finishing with her wanting me to find a different job.
I had two options. Try and cover it up, hoping she didn’t notice anything or lie and down play the whole situation. I was screwed on both options because Mollie knew me better than she knew herself most days.
Second, there was Lukas, the man who saved me.
After leaving the bar we drove in silence back to my place, there was an angry presence lingering in the cab of his truck, that was radiating off him. When he finally pulled up in front of my place, he left the truck running and turned to me but remained silent, neither of us saying a word.
His eyes blazed into mine. “Danny shouldn’t have left, he fucked up,” he said his voice rough with anger. “I’ll have a word with him to make sure this shit doesn’t happen again.”
I sat there, surprised at his words. “It’s not his fault. If I would have just locked my doors or left sooner, none of this would have happened. I don’t know why I –”
“Don’t. Don’t pile that shit on yourself. One it’s not your fault that fucking prick did what he did, believe me when I say I’ll find him and he’ll pay. And two, after what happened earlier Danny should have never left before you. End of story,” he growled his voice clipped at the end.
I knew from his tone not to argue with him, so I stayed silent, and turned my head to look out the window towards my house. My body was beginning to hurt; my knees were banged up, dirt and bits of gravel were in my cuts and blood had started to dry from the
My eyes stayed on her. I watched as she carried her tray of drinks to a table of three guys, smiling and laughing as she placed the drinks down for them. As she did, they were all looking at her with their mouths dropped open like a fucking dog drooling over a bone.
She looked different, the last few months clearly having an effect on her. Her ass looked smaller and her tits looked bigger. I watched as she went from table to table taking orders then bringing them back and taking empties to the tall guy behind the bar. Her back was towards me when she stopped, looked over her shoulder and scanned the room.
She looked confused as she looked to the bar then around the place, like she was looking for something, or someone. My mouth pulled into a half grin when I saw her straight on.
Fuck. Me.
The bitch actually looked good.
I watched her for a bit before I tossed the rest of my drink back, and then threw a few bills on the table before taking one last look at the bitch that brought me all the way across the fucking country just to find her and the fucking kid.
I silently thanked her for making it so easy to find her, and it was just a matter of time now before I flipped her world upside down just as she did to me.
Black rose.
Snake.
Purple Skull.
I jolted awake. It was just another nightmare about my attack and his tattoo coming to life, the snake’s mouth opening, biting into my neck, paralyzing me as he forced himself on me; no one coming to my rescue. I woke up multiple times gasping for air while my body shook, and sweat beads covered my forehead. My entire body was aching and throbbing in pain, especially my legs and arms.
Suffice to say I didn’t sleep well.
I looked over at my clock on the night stand, the red numbers flashing nine forty in the morning and I had a feeling it was going to be a long day for a couple reasons.
First, I didn’t want to tell Mollie what happened. She would freak out and go ballistic wanting to find the guy and rip his balls off then take a few shots of her own. I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hide it from her though, thanks to the lovely bump on my forehead. Even if she didn’t notice that, she’d notice how I was acting and with one look at me, she’d know instantly something was wrong and would badger me until I came clean about it. There would be tears and a lot of cursing followed by bringing up Dex and finishing with her wanting me to find a different job.
I had two options. Try and cover it up, hoping she didn’t notice anything or lie and down play the whole situation. I was screwed on both options because Mollie knew me better than she knew herself most days.
Second, there was Lukas, the man who saved me.
After leaving the bar we drove in silence back to my place, there was an angry presence lingering in the cab of his truck, that was radiating off him. When he finally pulled up in front of my place, he left the truck running and turned to me but remained silent, neither of us saying a word.
His eyes blazed into mine. “Danny shouldn’t have left, he fucked up,” he said his voice rough with anger. “I’ll have a word with him to make sure this shit doesn’t happen again.”
I sat there, surprised at his words. “It’s not his fault. If I would have just locked my doors or left sooner, none of this would have happened. I don’t know why I –”
“Don’t. Don’t pile that shit on yourself. One it’s not your fault that fucking prick did what he did, believe me when I say I’ll find him and he’ll pay. And two, after what happened earlier Danny should have never left before you. End of story,” he growled his voice clipped at the end.
I knew from his tone not to argue with him, so I stayed silent, and turned my head to look out the window towards my house. My body was beginning to hurt; my knees were banged up, dirt and bits of gravel were in my cuts and blood had started to dry from the
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