Boogeyman's Dream (Devils Rejects MC 2)
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A faint smile crosses her features and she nods, placing the pen and paper to the side of her.
She eagerly takes a bite of the sandwich.
“Need a drink?”
“Please.”
I smile and try not to glare at her as I stomp back to the kitchen. Need a drink? Who the fuck am I? This is bullshit and yet I fetch her a drink like a good boy, like her fucking dog. When she accepts the can of pop her fingers graze mine and I feel a Go
ddamn tingle. I need to get out of here for a while. Go clear my head before she turns me into a complete pussy like that cocksucker, Uno.
That poor motherfucker needs to get rid of his nasty bitch. Bet her pussy is just as pathetic as he is.
No wonder he is so Goddamn miserable all the time.
Who needs a ball busting bitch harping their ass all the time?
Won’t ever catch me taking shit from a bitch.
“You gonna be okay if I head out for a bit?” Fuck. That just sounded like I was asking her for permission.
Yup. Definitely time to go for a ride.
My eyes flicker to the screen and the fucking news is on and sharing her fucking picture, talking about the reward for her safe return. So much for TV.
Before she can notice I block her view. Wasn’t fucking thinking about that shit when I omitted the truth.
Damn.
Fuck.
Shit.
Think.
I can’t take her with me. Someone might recognize her.
I’ve really stepped in it now.
Hades is gonna put me in the ground for this fuck up.
“I think I’m going to go lay back down.” She yawns, and I snatch the remote to shut the TV off. Gonna have to unhook the cable until I figure out this mess I created.
“Well. I’ll be back.” I grab my cut and lock the door behind me.
Not like she will try to go anywhere considering she doesn’t even remember her own name and only has my t-shirt to wear.
Damn does it look sexy as fuck on her too.
When I get outside I realize I still have that damn box truck full of garbage I need to dispose of and I am gonna need my fuckin cage anyway.
Chapter Thirteen
—Shelly—
When Charlie leaves I try to lay down and take a nap, but I can’t sleep. I need to know what happened to me. I need to know who in the hell I am.
Do I have a family?