“It’s a pleasure to see you, too, Doc. And might I say, that attitude you’re wearing is very flattering on you. The way your neck veins bulge—”
“Are you being smart with me, woman?” He grumbled, narrowing his eyes at me.
“I wouldnever,” I gasped. “I’m insulted you would even ask.”
“You’re a fucking nightmare, that’s what you are. Are you going to tell me what’s happened?”
“No. With that attitude, there’s no doubt you’ll shoot the messenger. I think you best go and see for yourself,” I replied,stepping to the side and pointing down the hall to Dante's bedroom.
He pushed past me with his medical bag and drew up short in the doorway.
It wasn't a pretty sight, and I sucked my breath in sharply as I took it all in once more.
Jenna was pressing on Sharks stomach, both of her hands drenched in his blood as she tried to stop the flow of blood. Vienna was ripping up sheets as fast as he could and throwing them on the bottom of the bed, so they had something to clean it up with.
Shark's face was pale, and his brow furrowed in agony.
“Ahh, shit. This is all I need at my bloody age! Of all the fucking days to choose to go bang your old lady in the woods, this is the day Crash chooses,” Doc muttered to himself before making his way to the bed and opened his case.
I could have done without that visual, thank you very much!
The thought of Big Mama getting railed had me almost dry heaving.
I’ve no problem with the elderly having a sex life – more power to them. Crash was a fine-looking man, and any woman would be lucky. I’d climb that man like a goddamn tree and wouldn’t let go until we were both spent and exhausted. But the thought of Mama getting pleasured in the woods was enough to make me want to bring up my breakfast. She’d probably have a list of complaints as well. The woman was never fucking satisfied.
As Doc set to work, pulling out a scary-looking needle and a syringe, I turned to Vienna and asked him the question that had been plaguing me.Vienna was the only man who would tell me the truth. Other than Dante, of course. Everyone else felt the need to protect me. Vienna treated me as an equal.
“Is he dead?” I asked softly.
“Rachel,” Vienna said kindly. “You see the way his chest is rising and falling? That’s usually a good indication that a man is breathing. You see the way he’s talking? You’re a murderer, you know dead men can’t speak.”
“You’ll be a dead man if you carry on with the sarcasm. Would you speak if you were dead?”
“Oh, for sure,” he grinned. “I’ll be haunting all you cunts, and there’s not a thing you can do about it.”
“We could always acquire some holy water.”
“This whole place is unholy,” Vienna scoffed. “You wouldn’t get it past the grounds without it self-combusting — taking you with it.”
“Vienna, please. It’s been a long day…” I huffed, rolling my eyes at him.
“Now you know how we all feel dealing with you.”
“Do we have a problem?”
“Many,” he smirked down at me with a sideways glance. “And no. Dante isn’t dead. He would rather die than let Macbeth kill him.”
“That literally makes no sense.” I resisted the urge to stomp my foot at him. He was the most annoying person sometimes.
But surely this is reassuring? If Vienna is still laughing and joking, then that shows everything is okay. If he isn’t worried, I don’t need to be worried.
Vienna was also a fucking idiot. He’d be laughing and joking if someone was hacking him into pieces.
He gave me a lop-sided grin. “It doesn't, does it? But strangely, it also does. There's not a lot in this world that could take Dante out, but it certainly isn't going to be that little fuckwit. Dante will be fine, Rachel. I promise you.”
“How can you be so sure?”
He handed me some sheets, and nodded at Doc. “How can you not be sure? Dante isn't going to leave Bee, and believe it or not, he's not going to leave you, either. He'll fight tooth and nail to come back to his girls, you'll see.”
