“Fuck, go. I could use a second to myself here,” I muttered as I watched them peel around to the front of the house.
I realized in that moment that I was no longer by myself. All my goddamn life it had been me against the fucking world, but that was done now. Wherever I went, Kelly would be right there. Those big green eyes, that smile that made me go weak in the knees, that body that seemed to be created just for me, she was mine and she was mine forever. I followed them to the front of the house knowing it, and for the first time in my life, I was good. I didn’t want her to go away. I wanted her to stay. And I knew she would. Things were going to be different and that was just fucking fine.
I rounded the corner and set eyes on the rest of the mayhem I had brought on the place. Bodies littered around the driveway and blood pooling in the dirt, cars with bullet holes in them and weapons scattered around. I looked down on my blood stained shirt and wiped my face on it. I couldn’t tell what was mine and what belonged to the line of bodies I had just stacked.
Well, I guess not everything is different, hey pal?
Grace was just coming back to consciousness on the porch, and Kelly and Lucas were helping her up to lean against the house. Poor girl had taken a shit kicking. If I could have revived my old man I would have done it just to fucking kill him again.
Who does that shit to a woman like Grace? Fucking asshole got off easy.
“What, what happened?” Grace said, trying to get her bearings.
Good fucking luck, sweetheart.
“Where are those people? What happened here? Is everyone okay?” She was frantically looking around and trying to digest what her eyes were seeing.
“Are they dead? Are all those people dead?”
Lord willing, Grace.
“Yes, Grace. Those people are, well, those are bad people and they are all dead.”
Kelly was doing her best to comfort Grace, but it was going to take more than some encouraging words. I’m sure she’d have a piece of her mind to give too, but I didn’t fucking care. I just moved past them to the porch and made my way through the door.
“Hey. Wait, young man. Get your behind back out on this porch,” she hollered after me.
Give me a fucking break, woman.
I leaned forward on the wall with my hands and then pushed myself off, making my way back to the porch. Grace was staring up at me with anger in her eyes.
“Now, you listen to me. I don’t know who you are and what you’ve done, but.”
“Grace, that is enough,” Kelly said to her.
“No, Kelly, I’ve had enough. There is something on my mind and I’m going to say it.”
I closed my eyes and scratched my forehead, convincing myself that there had already been enough death today. Barely.
“As I was saying, I don’t know who you are, or what you’ve done, young man, but I am going to thank the sweet Lord tonight that you were here.”
Kelly and Lucas looked at each other, up at me, and then back at Grace. They clearly hadn’t been expecting a stamp of approval from her. Shit, neither had I.
“You are a force of nature and I don’t doubt that you brought this on us, but in God’s good name you sure finish what you start.”
I looked at her. She was smiling warmly up at me.
“Thank you, Hunter. You are a good man. Don’t you forget that.”
I put my hand on the doorway and smiled back at her.
“I’ll try, ma’am.”
She looked at me and smiled.
“Now where is the phone? We have to call the sheriff and report all this.”
I stared down at her and just shook my head.
“No. No, Grace.”
“But we have to,” she protested.
I just put my hand up. She sighed deeply and nodded her head. For all her fucking know-it-all bullshit, at least she could pick her battles. And she had the good sense to know this was not one of them.
Good fucking call, woman.
The three of them embraced tightly on the porch as I walked through the door and up the stairs.
What in the fuck had just happened to me? I walked into the bedroom, grabbed the bottle of Jack off the dresser, and collapsed onto the bed. I lifted it upside down and let the sweet liquid pour down my throat. I pulled it away and let my arm fall to the mattress. I felt like I was about to sleep for a fucking century.
I closed my eyes, and when I opened them, Kelly was straddling me and spreading open her housecoat. I could feel my cock rising in my pants as I looked at her perfect tits that just sat there in front of my face. My eyes moved down across her stomach and I could see her hand sliding between her legs.
“I believe we have some unfinished business, Mister Donnelly.”
I flipped her over and pinned her on the bed as she let out a beautiful laugh.
“Mister Donnelly is lying dead in the backyard, sweetheart. Just call me Hunter.”
She bit her lower lip as she smiled and I pressed my lips hard against her.
“Hunter, Kelly,” Lucas called from downstairs.
No. Fuck, no. I thought this shit was done. Were there more men down there?