“Save it, we both know that you would be lying. Mr. Kavanagh will be in town next week. He will expect you at this address on the day and time listed. Do not disappoint him,” he says putting a piece of paper on the table.
Next week. I have one more week here. Well no, not really. If I want to try and get away I need to leave soon. So really, I have mere days to say my goodbyes. Days to memorize everything about Zander and try to take a lifetime of memories with me to wherever I end up or into the next life, because I know that’s the only outcomes available to me. The thought that I have to leave Zander, that I won’t be allowed to love him and take care of him, grow old with him….the fact that I can’t even give him the daughters and sons he deserves all flood me at once. So when I turn back to Donald, it is not fear I feel. It is anger. It is rage. It is hate.
“You can tell Mr. Kavanagh to go fuck himself—preferably with a sawed-off shotgun and the safety in the off position.”
“I can see hiding in the hills with a bunch of uneducated Neanderthals has had an unfortunate effect on you, Mrs. Kavanagh. A shame but, hopefully, not an irrevocable change.”
“Being around real people has had a fucking great effect on me, douche bag. Why don’t you get the fuck out of here so I can enjoy my dinner? I got to tell you, your stink is starting to affect my appetite,” I respond and yes, I’m trying to channel Zander and sound like him. I’m rather proud of myself really.
“Really, Mrs. Kavanagh, I do hope you remember who you are, before you meet with your husband.”
I flip him off with both hands, it feels like the only thing to do.
“I would suggest you remember your station, before coming to your husband.”
“I would suggest you go to hell.”
“Do not make Mr. Kavanagh come and get you. Rest assured your punishment will be much worse if you do. You have brought enough disgrace upon the Kavanagh name.”
I stay quiet until he’s out of sight.
“I’m going to have to leave, Nic.”
She nods, but immediately tries to tell me how she can help. We go back and forth, but I finally end it, distracting her. “….Here comes Crusher. Let’s just let it go for now. You get back to Dragon.”
“What about you? Where are you going?” She asks.
“Think I’ll head down to the Den and find someone to scratch an itch,” I lie with an easy smile.
“If you want company tonight Hellcat, I’m free.”
“Hellcat?”
“It seems to fit,” he shrugs.
I get up from the table, part of me remembering the conversation we had before. Little does he know, I could never handle dragging him into hell with me.
“I don’t think so, stud.”
“Baby, I could scratch your itch so well, you’d purr for days.”
“From what I hear, your scratcher has been around so much, it’s liable to cause an itch a girl needs medicine for.”
“Didn’t realize I was dealing with Queen Elizabeth,” he replies confusing me.
“What the hell are you talking about, Crusher?” She asks.
“The virgin queen?”
Asshole. Suddenly this little conversation doesn’t feel like an inside joke. It hurts, because in every way that should count Zander had my virginity. So, I decide to hit him with my new found knowledge of his extracurricular activities. “Long way from a virgin baby, I just don’t happen to want Nikki and Lips’ sloppy seconds.”
“I could make sure you liked it.”
“Bigger men than you have tried and failed—and I do mean bigger,” I tell him before walking away.
“See? Pussy with claws. Hellcat,” Crusher yells back and I flip him off, then continue walking away.
Chapter 32
Crusher
She’s slipping away from me. I’m in a fucked up mess, I’ve yet to tell Dragon shit about Michael. Freak is pissed off at me, I’m doing everything I can to try and figure out how Michael and Dani are connected and where the fucker might strike and all I can think is, she’s slipping away from me. I know it—I can feel it. On the surface you would think I am getting everything I want. Dani’s not hiding the fact that she’s sleeping with me anymore. She’s on me like white on rice lately. I’ve fucked her everywhere imaginable and every way imaginable. We’ve fucked against walls, on my bike, in the car, in the movies, I’ve got her off in the club while we watched the others dance or play cards—seriously you name it and we have done it. Hell, I even fucked her on the table in the church room the other night.