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We shouldn’t have been there.
Why the fuck did Rome send her there?
Luther was gone.
The skin farm was burning to the ground.
Annie was a fuckin orphan for the second time—though it’s not like she fuckin cared. Kid was a bonafide psychopath.
I needed to relieve the pressure in my head. The pounding in my skull had me seeing black dots. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d slept. I was an idiot for letting myself get this bad.
I looked over at Blue to see if she was still awake, and saw her staring out the window. She had yet to say a word the entire drive.
Without even thinking about it, I reached over and placed my hand on her knee, giving it a tight squeeze.
My heart flipped like I was fuckin girl when she put her hand over mine and laced our fingers.
I didn’t deserve someone like her, but I sure as fuck wasn’t about to let her go now.
Pulling past a sign that read Polk County, I coasted past a decrepit old gas station, an abandoned bank covered in graffiti, and a strip of stores well past looted.
Turning a sharp corner and narrowly dodging an old shopping cart in the center of my lane, I spotted a body on the sidewalk.
Their stomach was torn open and crows were beak deep in organs.
In a parking lot further ahead, a circle of men were beating the shit out of someone. They all turned, hearing the sound of my car approaching.
I’d have to tread carefully here. This wasn’t one of our marked territories yet, which made us fair game.
Blue took in everything with a blank, almost disinterested expression on her face. It was a lot different than how I remembered her reacting to violence at the brothel.
“My name’s Mavi.” Her soft voice broke the hours’ long silence.
That was random as shit, but I’d take it.
“But everyone calls me Blue,” she added.
“Is that because of your hair?” Annie asked.
Understanding what she thought she was doing had me swallowing an amused laugh. It was sweet, though. I immediately committed her name to memory.
“Nope, it’s because when I was a little girl, I wanted everything to be blue.”
“That makes sense,” Annie shrugged.
“What about you?” she asked, finally looking over at me.
“What about me?”
“How’d you get your nickname?”
“They said I’m like a cobra—deadly, dangerous, and kill all my victims viciously.”
“Fits you just fine,” Annie nodded, stroking the gun on her lap like it was a fuckin cat.
Blue’s brows furrowed as she finally picked up on the fact that our tiny human passenger wasn’t an innocent little girl.
Spotting the sign for the old motel I was looking for, I headed towards it, checking my mirrors periodically to make sure none of town squatters were following us.
