9
Rowan
The things I’ll do for pussy…
I sat around all night, guarding her, but I knew no one else was coming. It was a fluke they even saw her in the first place, but whatever helps her sleep at night is okay with me.
This was a direct hit, set out against me. Why? I can’t be sure. But it’s not a good sign.
Over night, I had Jeffco’s people clean up the mess. Out here in near solitude, we’re lucky not to have too many police interactions.
Everything was cleaned up properly and disposed of. I’m not convinced I’m safe out here anymore, though, and that’s a problem. I don’t know where to run to next.
It was those damn Hunters, the ones I fucked up the deal with. But it wasn’t my fault things went awry.
I still think about that deal like it was yesterday. That was basically the end of my life. Now, I’m stuck here. I assume the Hunters want retribution for what happened back home. They want to put one of my men away, and the top guy seems to be their favorite choice.
I’ll say this right now: It doesn’t matter how it went down.
It’s a fucking mistake to want to take a guy like me out. I’ll come back harder than expected. I’ll rip a new hole in their hearts. I’ll tear them to pieces.
You mess with the girl I’m trying to woo? Yeah, I’ll do even worse. Now those guys are food for the vultures. The desert has opened up and swallowed them whole.
Good riddance.
Early in the morning, I glance at her. She’s still in her dress, looking about as hot as ever. It’s not the appropriate time for me to be looking, but I can’t help it. When you’ve got a beautiful woman in front of you, you almost have to look.
She opens her eyes and smiles. “You saved me last night,” she says. “That really happened, right?”
“Don’t thank me,” I tell her. “You wouldn’t have experienced any of that if it wasn’t for me.”
She thinks about that for a second and nods. “Everything happens for a reason, right?” she asks.
“Who said that?” I ask her, spinning a cigarette in my hand.
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m naïve,” she says. But it feels that way.”
Nothing feels right. It doesn’t seem like there’s any sense to any of this shit we call life. It’s all chaos, disorder, and mayhem.
No. Nothing happens for a reason. It just happens and you deal with the consequences. You hope and pray you’re strong enough, and you smile when you live through another day.
“I’m just glad you’re okay,” I mutter.
“Live a little, right?” she smiles.
“Ha, yeah. I guess we both lived a little last night,” I say. “Look, on second thought, maybe you shouldn’t take my advice. I don’t have too many answers for you. I’m not exactly the luckiest guy in the world.”
“You’re trying to get rid of me now? After we’ve become best friends? That’s cold,” she says, getting out of bed and cracking her neck.
Best friends, huh?
“It’s a cold world, darling. I’ve got your best interests in mind. I don’t want to see you dead out there.”
She just comes right out and says it. “You really are a criminal, aren’t you?”
I don’t like lying. For the most part, I’ve been a truthful person. I’ve never been one to deny how bad I really am.
Some call me evil. They might be right. I don’t know what constitutes as evil these days.