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So I let my mind wander as Izzy tortures me. Gritting my teeth to get through the pain, I smile and think of how Maxxy would love this. She would absolutelyloveto watch me going through this pain.
She’s such a sadistic bitch.
Honestly, the woman is a little crazy.
But I guess that’s what makes her so fascinating.
She truly is a unique characterthe way she has come through everything in her life to be this strong, independent woman. She is one of the strongest people I know. Hell, our enemies practically strung her up and tortured her alive just to get to us, and she still came back, stronger than ever, just to prove that nothing would break her.
She’s so fucking tough, and here I am wincing at my VP’s Old Lady pushing on some knots in my back.
I gotta toughen the hell up.
“Izzy?”
“Too much?” she asks, instantly stopping the pressure.
“I need my back to be better, so I don’t care how much it hurts. You do whatever you need to, okay?”
She gently strokes my back and sighs. “Okay, but I’m going to need you to get into an ice bath after. Can you do that?”
“Yes, ma’am.”
She cracks her knuckles and slides both her hands onto my lower back. “All right, here we go.”
CHAPTER SIX
Maxxy
Ten Days Later
Christmas Day
The parcel from ‘N’ has me smiling as I sit in the office.
He always gives me something for Christmas, and I do the same. We send each other stupid gifts to make the other laugh.
It’s become a new normal.
A normal I very much look forward to at the end of each year.
Grabbing the box cutter, I slice open the tape, and as I open the box, it explodes, a stream of bright-colored confetti bursting into my face. I jerk back, shaking my head as it all falls to the floor and into my lap.
“Fucking bastard!” I giggle, then start blowing the pieces out of my mouth.
I place the box on the table and open it, pulling back the black tissue paper. He knows me so well.Glancing inside, there’s a Christmas ornament. I pull it out, letting it dangle on the red string. The humor of the moment engulfs me, and I burst out laughing at the incredibly obvious saggy scrotum with a red bow around the top and a small thread of writing along the top saying ‘Jingle My Balls.’
Shaking my head, I smirk and place it down, looking for the next item. It’s a T-shirt with a cactus giving me the thumbs up, and in cartoon writing, it says, ‘Don’t Be a Prick.’ I laugh and slide aside more of the confetti to find my letter. The envelope has little hand-drawn candy canes on it. They’re not very artistic, but he’s tried, and that’s all that counts for me.
I pull back the seal and sink into my chair, drawing out the typed letter. That same excited feeling flows through me—the butterflies and giddiness of knowing that ‘N’ wrote this has me buzzing all over.
Dearest G
Another year has come and almost gone, and the fact that I am still writing to you makes every day so much better.
Work is going okay. There’s not much to report on this front, which is always a good thing. Being a mechanic can be hard work. It’s more demanding than you might think. Especially when the boss is making me work at another location at the moment. And the people I have to work with at this other place are fucking unbearable. They drive me crazy. I don’t know how to handle them.
Let’s just say, workplace satisfaction isnotat an all-time high right now.
