Page 7 of Holley Jolly Biker

Wishing I had the power to use that knife and run it along his throat.

Ridding the world of such nastiness.

Sadly, when I went to sleep tonight, I knew I wouldn’t wake up in a better place.

No, I would still be living in this hell.

There needed to be a law or something that if you ever took your hands to a woman or a child, you deserved to be killed.

And the person who ridded the world of such nastiness should never face the consequences.

I shook my head and kept cleaning up, but apparently, I had spaced out because, in the next instance, I felt a loafer-covered foot connecting to my cheek.

“Monnie, you were dreaming again. It’s okay. It’s okay,” I came to hearing my daughter trying to soothe me.

My six-year-old daughter.

And that was when I broke.

I turned my head on my pillow and cried.

Little hands moved over my face, moving the strands of hair.

My little girl shouldn’t be having to comfort and soothe me.

And that was when I made a vow to myself.

That I would be whatever she needed me to be. And that she would always come first.

Chapter 2

Saint

Why in the hell I was sitting here watching this shit, I couldn’t tell you.

But it was an unusually cold day in Louisiana.

And since I was used to the heat, this cold front that had blown in, my bones were none too happy about it.

Everyone was thinking the same as I was and feeling it, too.

That was why none of us really balked when Agatha grabbed the remote, pulled up the Netflix account we all shared, and went to the Holiday movie selection.

It was halfway through the movie, and Agatha was sitting in her chair, a tissue in her hand, dabbing at the corners of her eyes.

Kettle had seen the title and hightailed it out of there.

Nuke had his feet propped up, snoozing.

Jasper was working with a piece of wood; little chips and shivers littered the floor around his feet.

Xander had his arms crossed, leaning back in his chair while shaking his head at the corniness of this movie.

Merlin had his arm wrapped around his wife, the only one of us that was married.

Jury was leaning back in one of the chairs, watching the movie while smirking at a few of the lines.

After the movie ended, I watched from the corner of my eye as Agatha got a look on her face and bolted to the kitchen.