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Today was nothing like I had planned.
That storm fucked everything up, but it did bring out that piece of shit who was probably burning to a crisp right now. The twins went into town earlier, got him drunk, and promised him some good whores. He came willingly.
I also lied to City Girl. The creek wasn’t flooded. I just didn’t want her to leave tonight. I pushed open the front door and immediately knew Mags was there. He was sitting on the swing, looking out into the night.
“She quiet?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I clipped. “I told you I had it under control.”
“Just wanted to make sure. Everyone in the bunk house could hear her screaming.”
I grunted in response as I scrubbed the blood on the steps. I felt him watching me as the blood mixed in with the cleaner, running down the brick and into the dirt below.
“How quiet is she?” he mused. I looked up to find him staring at the mess, his eyes guarded.
“I don’t hurt women, Mags,” I grumbled. “She ran across the fucking rocks barefoot.”
“Saw that.”
“And yet, you didn’t stop her.”
He sat back in his seat, looking out at the night. “She going to be a problem?”
“Are you going to make her one?” I shot back, tossing the rag into the bucket.
He chuckled. “Yeah, she’s going to be a problem.”
“She was already a problem,” I growled.
He looked at me as I stood, his cowboy hat in hand. “Let me ask you something, Kings, where is she sleeping?”
Kings was my call sign in the Marines. I stared at him.
He answered for me when I didn’t. “She’s in your bed. That’s the first woman to be in your bed since Cathy,” he said, putting his hat on.
“It ain’t like that, Mags,” I hissed.
He chuckled again, and the sound made me want to break his jaw. “Woman is in your bed, Kings. You have other bedrooms up there.”
He stood, clapping a hand on my shoulder. “Think on that.”
He left me there, calling out over his shoulder. “See you in the morning.”
When did Mags become an expert at life?The fucker never left the ranch. He was my best friend though, so I couldn’t kill him. I was pissed off and speechless.
Speechless because he was right.
Pissed off because I wanted her in my bed.
I didn’t even know her name. I sighed and looked down at the wet spot on the steps. She was still bleeding, and she was in pain.
“Fuck me,” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose.
When I returned, I unlocked the bedroom door and braced for impact. I was shocked to find her not in my bed, but in the bathroom. She was sitting on the toilet—still in my clothes—trying to clean her wounds.
“You gonna let me help you now or you gonna start screaming again?” I asked when she glared at me.
“I don’t need your help, Mr. Langston.”
