Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 48783 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 244(@200wpm)___ 195(@250wpm)___ 163(@300wpm)
“Okay,” MF sighed contently, “you can bring the hellhound.” What was one more member of the posse, right?
“Do not worry,” Maxton said cheerfully. “He is very docile. Mostly. Come, Parrot.” Maxton started marching down the hill.
She felt a hot breath on the back of her neck. “Oh fuck. Oh fuck.” She chased down after Maxton.
“Are you sure Brutus is going to let that thing on the plane back to LA?”
“Who says we must tell him?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Damien opened up the shop, feeling a little sprier than he had this past week. He missed Sky but kept telling himself that as long as she was alive, their story wasn’t over. He would see her again someday soon, and if it was meant to be, she would stay. As his wife.
In the meantime, he had a house to rebuild. He couldn’t very well propose to Sky when this was all over and not have a home to offer her.
Alone at last in my shop! As it was always meant to be. Just a man and his suits. No more frilly dresses and circus animals.
He walked into the storeroom and switched on the lights. Almost alone. “Good morning, Stewart. I got you coffee and a doughnut. You may use the bathroom to relieve yourself and clean up.”
Damien gave it some thought. He knew this was the man who murdered MF’s family, but he really wanted things to go back the way they were before at Greystone and Sons. Minus the rage demon.
No pesky fairies, Chihuahuas licking their genitals in front of customers, ex-vampires with poor fashion choices, or gods manipulating me into doing their evil bidding. Life was finally looking up.
“Stewart, after you have cleaned up,” Damien said, “I think I am going to cut you free. I will get you a bus ticket back to Tijuana.”
“Thank you,” Stewart said in a drab voice.
“But once you get home, you are not to run. Do you understand? MF gets to decide what to do with you.” Who knew what she had planned, but it wasn’t Damien’s concern.
Damien put on some music, unlocked the register, and started counting out the bills. The bell above the door chimed.
He looked up, but there was no one. An ice-cold breeze wafted through the store, pushing clothes aside.
Damien swallowed down a cold lump in his throat. “Hello?”
Suddenly, the door chimed again. In sauntered Bonbon and Gorgonzolina with Pet riding on her head.
“Hey, man. Wussup,” said Bonbon.
“I told you to stop allowing Pet to be seen in public. What are you doing here?” Damien asked.
“We got a text, telling us to come.”
“Bonbon, you don’t own a phone,” Damien pointed out.
Bonbon looked up at the ceiling. “That was you, Sky? Hey, lookin’ great, by the way. I wasn’t into your new body. No ass.”
Damien’s blood pressure hit the floor. “Sky?”
“She says she’s dead again.” Pet swirled around in a circle.
MF waltzed in with Maxton behind her.
“Hey, guys!” she said. “We just got back and saw the text. What’s the emergency?”
Pet fluttered to the center of the room. “Sky says she was murdered. Again. And SBP took Amelia and Miguel—for test subjects.”
“Oh no,” said MF. “You’re dead again, Sky?”
“Don’t you worry, Sky,” said Bonbon, “we are going to get your family back.”
“And Maxton’s Parrot will make them pay,” MF snarled.
Damien blinked. “This can’t fucking be happening.”
From her jail cell in the Uchben maximum-security prison, Cimil flipped through her Sunset Magazine, dog-earing the pages with horrible designs so she wouldn’t forget to punish the designers in the afterlife.
“Ew. Gold plating? You’re definitely going to hell.” A small gust of wind whipped through the air. “Oh, hi, Minky,” Cimil whispered.
She listened to the latest report.
“Oh, that is too bad. Sky’s a ghost again.” Cimil shrugged. “Well, we all have a part to play. But no one still suspects a thing?”
Minky shook her head no.
“This is great.” Funny, though. Not one person stopped to really think about why she’d made sure everyone showed up at the same time to fight that rage demon. Everyone except her sweet Roberto, who only needed to see it.
“Soon, the rest of the pieces will fall into place, Minky. You’ll see. It’s going to be the biggest shit show ever.”
Cimil listened.
“Of course I have a backup plan. But really, what could possibly go wrong?”
TO BE CONTINUED…