Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)

His hand flies up and I think he’s going to strike me, but he doesn’t. He runs it through his dark unruly hair that is as wild as his beard.

“Whatever. I got shit to do. Clean this place up,” he barks and takes the bag back from me. “You’ll get this when you learn to watch your mouth.”

The jerk takes my food, sits down in a nearby chair, and starts eating it.

My head may pop off, but I get a hold on my temper.

“Like I could stomach eating anything in this shithole,” I sass as I move past him in search of the bathroom.

He’s up in a flash and grabbing my arm, being mindful to grab me above the raw spot.

“What did you say?”

“You heard me. I didn’t stutter.”

“Neither did I when I said to watch your mouth.”

“You gonna wash my mouth out with soap?” I stick my tongue out at him. The move is childish but effective.

“No. Gonna teach you a lesson though.”

“And what’s that?”

Chapter Six

—Boogeyman—

Goddamn her smart assed mouth is driving me up the damn wall. I ought to take her sassy ass over my knee and spank her till she can’t sit down.

I don’t do it even though my palm is twitching to do exactly that.

Instead, I jerk her toward the front door and push her through it. She will learn to do as she is told.

“Walk,” I order.

She gives me a funny look, but does as she is told until a jolt of electricity hits her. She drops to her knees and falls backward on her sassy ass. When she stepped forward I tasered her in the back of the neck right above the collar. She could take the damn thing off if she wanted to. She is letting her fear control her. I told her it was juiced, and she believed me immediately. As I knew she would.

Tears sting the corners of her eyes and I believe I have made my point.

“Come on.” I put my hands under her armpits and lift her off the entrance of the trailer.

“You suck,” she mutters under her breath.

“No, but I bet you do.”

“You put your dick anywhere near my mouth and I will bite it off,” she growls.

“Sounds like a challenge.” I smirk and shove her back through the door.

She was right though earlier about the trailer. This place fucking stinks.

While Shelly is in the bathroom probably trying to get her collar off, I go through the place opening up the windows to let some fresh air in.

A few minutes later my captive returns to the living room. The red marks on her throat are a dead giveaway. “Only way that collar comes off is with my key,” I inform her as I bite into another of the sausage biscuits I bought. All she needs to do to get it off is twist the buckle to the front. Mind control is a funny thing.

“Figures.” Those sexy caramel eyes roll back in hear head, but she doesn’t comment further. I watch as she grabs the box of trash bags, takes one out, and begins shoving shit in it.

That’s more like it.