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“What?”

“Some lady. She wants to have a baby. She said if I brought her mystuffshe’d pay me. She was going to take it and stuff it up inside her.”

“I don’t even know what to say to that,” I say. “Tell Axel to come get this fucking car. And make sure he knows his guy is in the trunk. And if he wants to fucking talk to me, do it face to face. There’s no reason for a war.”

I’ve seen some crazy stuff in prison.

Getting out of prison… it’s just as crazy.

I go upstairs to the apartment, wash my hands, and pour myself a glass of whiskey.

I sit at the table and think about my Katie girl.

I think about the taste of her cunt. I think about my thumb teasing her tender asshole. I think about her knotted nipple.

She’s like a drug. An instant relief from all the bullshit of the day.

I down my glass of whiskey and stand up to go back to work.

Soon I’ll check in with my Katie girl and make sure her normally boring night with her fiancé is just a little bit reckless, evil, and sexual.

Chapter 17

Kate

Dinner with the Mackenzies.

Tyler and his wife Ana.

(PronouncedAh-na.)

They aren’t bad people, just like Chad. In fact I’m not sure anyone around me or in my life is a bad person other than Corbin. I’ve gone far but maybe not too far. I could fix everything, or at least attempt to.

Yet I stare at Ana’s bracelet. No doubt an anniversary or Christmas gift. The kind that Tyler had to put zero effort into other than handing over his Amex number. (Got to collect those points and miles and all those other perks, right?)

I look at Ana’s face. It’s all tight and… fake.

She’s happy, but what is happy?

Tyler stands tall and proud, his eyes continually and fiercely checking on his wife.

He needs to keep her in sight, I suppose.

I refill everyone’s wine glass and I’m suddenly picturing Tyler and Ana fucking. I wonder what it’s like. I wonder if he throws her around the bedroom, smacks her ass, grabs her by the throat, using her body for his one simple need which is to come.

Or maybe it’s scheduled and boring. A quick fuck in between conference calls. Tyler just sits up in bed and Ana climbs on top of him and wiggles her hips like she’s pretending be a seductive salsa dancer.

“That’s plenty, my dear,” Tyler says to me.

I gasp and realize I’ve almost filled his wine glass to the top.

“Sorry,” I whisper.

“Believe me, I’d love to indulge but I do have to drive.”

Tyler eyes Ana. She’s on her third glass of wine.

She’s getting drunk right now. Simple as that.