Page 32 of The Outlaw's Savage Revenge

“That’s what I said. And now I’m back home. So you can stop worrying.”

Another beat. “So let me get this straight . . . He fucked you.”

I groan for effect. “No, Delilah, he just patted me on the head a few times.”

“He’s not gay?” Disbelief colors Delilah’s voice, mixed with something suspiciously like rage.

“Nope,” I confirm. I don’t need to fake my conviction on this part. “Rocky is as straight as a fucking arrow.”

Another long pause.

Okay, give her time, Luna, she’s reeling.

“Did he do or say anything unusual?”

Seriously? That’s all you’ve got?

“Um, not really. Well, actually, he mentioned something weird . . . about staying away from Eduardo. Said he’s in a kidnapping ring with some woman or something,” I say in a rush. “Like I care. Dels, am I going to spill the tea here or what?”

The silence stretches a beat too long. “And you actuallybelievedthat bullshit?”

I suppress another groan. “It doesn’t matter what I believe, Dels. I’m not seeing him again.”

“Why not?”

“Girl, I can barely walk! I think he’s broken somethinginsideme.And I’m fuckingcoveredin bruises.”

Delilah’s sharp inhale crackles through the phone. “That sonofabitch! What did he do to you, Luna?”

Sensing Delilah’s annoyance, I twist the knife. “The better question is, whatdidn’the do? He couldn’t get enough. Of everything. Girl, I’m literally sitting on ice as we speak.”

“This isn’t funny, Luna,” she snaps.

I ignore the chill running down my spine and force another giggle. “It is, a little. It’s either laugh or cry at the state of my vadge. He definitely shifted something around.”

“Christ! What a fucking bastard.” Her tone drips with disgust . . . and something else. Regret? “Did he at least use protection?”

What, you don’t want your precious ‘merchandise’ knocked up?

Smirking, I fake a gasp. “Oh shit.”

“Luna!” She sputters, “I can’t believe you could be so . . . so stupid. So reckless.”

“What? It’s not a big deal. I’ll go to a drugstore later this week. Although I’m right in the middle of my cycle, so there’s a higher chance of . . . oh, never mind, the morning-after pill should still be good for a few days—”

“Not a fucking chance!” she cuts in on a yell. “I’m booking you a gyne appointment right now. Gosh, do you have any idea how much venereal disease that man is harboring?”

“Oh, yeah. You’re right. I wasn’t thinking. But I can’t come out today.”

“What, like you’re grounded?” she sneers.

“No, but it’ll be hard ditching the guards today. I was out all night, Dels.”

She snaps, “Well, think of how creative you’re going to need to get if you wind up with the clap! Or worse, get knocked up. Besides,” she continues with a sudden urgency. “You still have your meeting with Jason Wilkes of Temptations.”

I’m pretty sure I don’t.“Oh God, was that today?”

“Yep. So you better add that right on to your reasons to escape.”

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