Page 9 of Tormented

Fuck up, asshole.

My turn to frown. What chills me to the bone is that she isn’t talking about the obvious injuries still healing from the fight with my old man. Nope. This bitch looks me dead in the eye, burning a light right through to my soul.

Do you think she can see me . . . ?

Fuck. I hope not. Never seen you myself, but I can guarantee you’d be one ugly motherfucker.

My devil flips me the middle finger.

“That’ll be all.” I give her a dismissive wave toward the door.

She frowns again and nods, hesitating before she strides out the door with the most tempting fucking scowl on her face, leaving a cloud of something floral and fucking addictive in her wake.

What were you saying about lost puppies . . . ?

Woof.