I'm gonna admit it, this whole trip fucking sucked. The killing made it entertaining, at least.
“Take good care of him, and let me know when you find him a loving home. I will be checking in. Don’t disappoint me,” I warn one of my men. Yes, I brought a few of my men along with me. I don’t like doing the heavy lifting if I don’t have to. Men can be useful at times.
Packing up my bags, I leave the little mud hut, happy to get the fuck out of this shithole that’s hotter than a sweatbox and hitch a ride with another one of my men. They bring me to the city where I check into a crappy motel room, but at least it has running water.
I take a cold bath because it’s hot as balls outside, and I feel as though my flesh is going to melt off at any moment. Afterwards, I wrap my towel around my body and check my phone. I'm met with a ton of messages from the guys. Mostly Axel demanding I get my ass back there because Neo is losing his shit. I'm not surprised about that. Guilt hits me hard as I think about my Pet. My crazy, loyal, obsessed with me, Pet. He made it clear I was his whole world, and I left him with no notice. I'm a fucking bitch, and I'm ready to ask for forgiveness, just this once. Only this once.
Sighing, I check my text messages from Evie. She has only sent one since I left saying, “How could you? We promised to never leave each other.” It made me cry. I'll admit it. I felt like a total shit bag and still do. But now there's a new one waiting for me that says‘It’s time to come home’along with a link.
Opening the link, I'm led to a LA news site. I read over the article and groan. It says mutilated bodies are popping up around Kingston Heights, where I live and rule. I’m pissed because my city is becoming a mess, but I know who’s doing it, and I feel like crap that I’m the reasoning for all this. As I finish reading, I get a phone call from Miller.
“Miller, my man, what’s up?” I greet him cheerily.
“It’s not good, Queenie. Your boy, Neo, is making a mess of things and there's only so much I can do. I'm out of options. If you don't come back and get him under control, he's going to bring down everything you’ve built. Right now, I have it as gang activity, but that’s not gonna work anymore.”
“I know. Give me twenty-four hours. I'm on my way home.” I sigh, hang up the phone, and flop back onto my bed with a melodramatic groan. Wanting to throw my phone at the idiocy of men, I kick my legs and beat my arms against the mattress like a child throwing a tantrum.
“Fuck, fuck, fuckity fuck!” I grumble. “Now I gotta go back and deal with reality.”
Back to my new life I unknowingly made with a daughter and three men who care for me. It can't be as bad as my mind is telling me.Can it?
This is all new, and my heart is telling me to run. But I’d be lying if I said they didn’t make my life a whole hell of a lot better since they came into it.
All I did was kill, fuck, and dance. I was free to be me.
Don't get me wrong, I loved my life before, but a part of me always felt like I was missing something. I just didn’t know what it was until it slapped me in the face. Or fucked me with its dick. Both work.
Picking up my phone, I dial my bestie's number. “Evie, babe. I’m coming home.”