Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72401 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 362(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I lifted my free hand that wasn’t around her shoulders and rubbed my eyes. “I guess I need to talk to Loki first, tell him what happened. Maybe he can shine some light on the whole situation.”
She leaned into me harder before she stood as a yellow cab pulled into the parking lot. “I’ve got to go check on Audrey. I haven’t heard from her, and she isn’t answering my calls.”
I grimaced. Tunnel had been in a rage the last couple times I’d seen him. So much so that I wasn’t really sure I wanted her going over to his house without me.
“You could’ve called me, I’d have given you a ride,” I said dryly.
“You were supposed to be at lunch with those lovely sisters of yours,” she quipped.
“Shut up and go get on my bike,” I sighed.
She giggled and stood, walking over to my bike. “Sir, yes, sir!”
“Smartass,” I muttered as I too mounted the bike.
Chapter 15
What if when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel is really just another vagina?
-Food for thought
Rue
“There’s a cat in that tree,” I said pointing up to the tree above our heads.
All the men looked up and Tunnel cursed. “Motherfuckin’ cat. I told that woman she didn’t need a cat. She asked for the cat, I told her I didn’t like cats, and we compromised and got a cat.”
The men chuckled, breaking the tension that was palpable in the air around us, and I giggled.
We were standing outside of Tunnel’s house and I was explaining the case I was about to testify on to them.
There were currently six very large, very annoyed men standing around me. Each and every one of them had their arms crossed over their massive chests as they listened to my recounting of the story.
However, to be truthful, this was a sore subject right now since one of The Dixie Warden’s own had recently suffered at the hands of a rapist.
Audrey was doing very well considering it’d only been just a few short days ago.
Tunnel, on the other hand, was not.
He was still just as pissed now as he was three days ago.
And now the poor cat was about to take the brunt of Tunnel’s mood.
“It’s not that far up. Cleo, give me a boost,” I said as I walked up to the tree.
Then I realized just what I’d said and rethought it. “Never mind, I’ll-eep!”
Cleo lifted me as if I was the lightest of feathers.
Straight the fuck up and over his head.
“You’d be really good at cheerleading,” I gasped breathlessly.
“Right, cause I’d fit my shoulders in one of those uniforms for sure,” he said dryly.
I snorted. “That’s a good visual. I was really just saying that you’d be able to pick girls up easily,” I said. “Two more inches up.”
I moved two more inches, and was able to get the cat off the lowest branch.
She was a cutie. Mostly black with white patches on her feet, nose, and the end of her tail; she reminded me of a cat I used to have when I was younger.
Although, Flower, my old cat, was the devil.
She was not very nice, and as it turned out, neither was this one.
As soon as my hand made it around her belly, she flipped a switch.
One moment she was sweet and thankful for me getting to her, and the next she was attacking my hand and drawing blood.
“Motherhumper- you stupid bitch!” I hissed, drawing my hand away quickly.
Too late, though. I could feel the blood running down my arm as I reached forward and grabbed the little heifer by the scruff of the neck, hauling her down regardless of her spitting and hissing.
“Here,” I said hanging the cat over open air. “Take this little whore before I drop her.”
Tunnel came up and grabbed the cat from my hand, being extra cautious now that he’d seen what his cat could do.
“Fucker,” Tunnel grumbled as he took the cat much the same as I had done before handing him over, and walked inside with him.
Cleo lowered me to the ground just as his cell phone rang, but he didn’t answer it.
Instead, he lowered me down and then walked me over to the steps at the front of the house.
Pushing me down gently until I sat on my bottom, he pulled my injured hand into both of his and inspected it. “Doesn’t look too bad,” he rumbled.
I shook my head. “Nah, it’s just burning. It won’t be that bad by tomorrow.”
“Yeah,” he said as he leaned over and kissed the top of my head. “Fucker deserves to die for hurting you.”
“It was just a cat, Cleo,” I said teasingly.
“I don’t care if it’s a kitten or a motherfuckin’ Yetti, it hurts you, it deserves to die,” he growled.
I giggled. “A Yetti? When was the last time you saw one of those just hanging around?”
The bad thing was, was that he looked completely serious.
He’d kill a little cat because it scratched me…for real?
“You think I’m kidding, don’t you?” He asked with a raised brow.
I shook my head. “No, I know you’re completely serious. I just wish you’d chill. Nothing’s going to hurt me.”
“Says the person who got her place vandalized, and a message on her car that said if she didn’t withdraw her testimony, her face would look as bad as her car,” Loki muttered from behind me.
I blinked and turned my body until I was half turned to look at him. “It said that?”
He looked at me peculiarly. “The cops didn’t tell you?”
I shook my head. “No. It was still dark and I avoided looking at it. Now I’m pretty sure I should’ve just looked at it.”
“Here, Mina said to give this to you. Sorry she can’t come out. She’s pretty sure she has the flu or something,” Tunnel muttered as he extended a couple Band-Aid’s and alcohol wipes.
I giggled as I reached for the offerings, then rolled my eyes as the man at my side took them from me instead.
He opened the alcohol wipes before methodically wiping my hand and arm clean of the blood. “This is ugly,” he muttered.