Page 88 of Birdy
My girl is finally free...and she’s got a man?
What in the actual fuck?
My blood burns as I watch them from my car, exiting the building hand in hand, grinning like loons. He looks like a fucking herb in his crisp white Polo and little black skinny jeans. Clearly, she likes it because he says something that lights up her entire face and has her climbing him like a tree, not ten seconds later. Ol’ boy lifts her effortlessly—like they’ve done this a million times—and threads a hand in the back of her long hair, sealing their mouths together in a heated kiss I can feel from here.
White. My knuckles are white from my strain on the steering wheel.
How is this even possible?
Who the fuck is this motherfucker?
How did she meet him?
When?
Last time I checked, prison didn’t include an all-inclusive dating package. I expected to see Noely here to pick her up and drive them back to Miami.
That is definitely not Noely.
It doesn’t matter, I suppose. I’m coming back for her regardless. I’m gonna make all of this right, do everything I should’ve done from the get-go, and most importantly—I’m gonna get my girl back.
When it’s all said and done, Benita Adriana Villanueva will be mine.
Mark my words.
TO BE CONTINUED…
