Page 134 of They Are Mine

I’m not shocked.

She keeps questionable hours.

Maybe she’s up all night scheming ways to suck Orion’s soul out through his dick.

I park across the street and walk up.

The door is unlocked.

I blink.

Seriously?

She must know the kind of neighborhood she lives in.

Or maybe she’s too stupid to live.

Either way…

I grip my bat, push the door open, and step inside.

Time for a little chat.

I close the door behind me. Polite. Considerate.

I may be about to beat the shit out of someone, but that’s no reason to be rude.

Tammy’s in the living room, flopped on her ratty couch, wearing a long t-shirt that barely qualifies as clothing.

No pajama pants.

No shorts.

No dignity.

What the hell did Orion ever see in her?

I mean, really?

I could maybe understand if she had some redeeming qualities.

But she’s got mascara-streaked cheeks, an empty bottle of wine, and the energy of a woman who still refers to her ex as “mine.”

Gross.

She jolts up when she sees me, staring hard, scanning the room like a trapped animal.

Her eyes land on her phone.

Predictable.

“The fuck?” she breathes, scrambling to her feet.

I lift the bat.

Casual. Relaxed. Like this is just a friendly neighborhood visit.

“Don’t be stupid, Tammy.”

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