Page 56 of All Your Hate
“In a moment.”
Bones carries me straight up to the counter and the cashier raises an eyebrow at us. She’s stunning with snake bite piercings, a huge moth tattoo on her throat, and cleavage that’s spilling out of her leather corset. Bones barely looks at her though.
Without putting me down he grabs his wallet and flips it open on the counter, pulling his credit card out. “I need the store for an hour. I’ll pay you whatever you want for the privacy, just make it happen now.”
She smirks at him and then me, shrugging her shoulders. “Sure. It’s been a slow day anyway.” She claps her hands and calls out, “Store’s closing early! Everybody out.”
The people still shopping huff their complaints that they weren’t done, but the cashier glares them down and they quickly leave.
She goes to lock up the door and Bones finally puts me down.
“You need help browsing?” she calls over her shoulder.
“Yes—“
“—No.”
I glare at Bones as he speaks for me.
“Yes,” I say again. “You’re not picking my clothes out for me.”
“Fine. I still want to see what you pick. You can give me a nice little fashion show.”
The woman chuckles like she’s seen this all before. “I’ll find some pieces out for you and leave you two to decide on the rest.”
“He’s kidnapped me. I’m not here voluntarily,” I blurt out, causing her to drop the dress she was holding. She fumbles to pick it up and looks nervously up at me.
Bones leans in close to whisper, “You really think she’s going to believe that after you came in here willingly clinging to my neck?”
“I’m not making it up!” I say with more exasperation than urgency.
She looks between us clearly unsure of whether to believe me or not.
Bones takes my hand and guides it to his lower back where I feel the hard ridges of his gun.
Fuck.
Grabbing a few more items off the rack next to her she says, “I’m going to put these in a changing room for you. Do you want me to help you into anything? The zips on some of these dresses can be tricky to do by yourself.”
I slowly look at Bones. He’s smiling sweetly like we really are just a couple shopping together and not like he’s going to shoot a person if I say one more wrong thing.
Surely he wouldn’t do that? I suppose I don’t really know him at all.
“No, it’s alright. I’ll manage. I was only joking, trying to prank my boyfriend.” l give her a small smile of thanks for believing me and trying to help. Ultimately I want her to get out of this alive so I pray she drops it.
Thankfully all she does is chuckle and give me an odd look. After she hurries off around the corner to where the changing rooms are, I yank my hand away from Bones’ gun. He starts picking out clothes like nothing just happened.
I look to the door and without looking up Bones says, “I wouldn’t.”
Silently I accept my fate so that this stranger can live.
In the changing room, I don’t look in the mirror at a single thing I’m putting on. I expect Bones to have the final say over everything anyway.
“You’re not having fun,” he points out bluntly.
Yanking the dress I just tried on back over my head I toss it at him. I’m standing in just the new underwear I picked out for myself, but he’s seen plenty of my body for me to no longer care.
“You made me suck your cock in the car and then you threatened to shoot someone. How is any of this supposed to be fun?”