Page 103 of Undone

“He won’t let the dogs sleep with us anymore.”

“Oh yeah, why?”

She giggles, “Because they keep jumping on his back when we’re having sex and one nipped his ear. He lost his shit and threw them out.”

“So?”

“They’re my babies. I rescued them that weekend of the storm when you had gone back to Chicago to get all your stuff.”

“Oh yes, the infamous storm. I never thought I’d say this to you, Dev, but you’re acting like a diva. I’m on team Rog.”

“There’s more… he told off one of my students. Rog thought the boy was looking at me the wrong way.”

“Was he?”

“No. He just wanted help with his college essay and …. I thought, I really thought, Rog might propose on New Year’s. I was kind of crushed when he didn’t.”

“Hey! Hey!” The pledge still pounds on the back window. Shanna accelerates as she turns to merge onto the highway.

“What are we going to do about him?” I ask.

“Take him hostage.” Dev answers, opening Shanna’s glove box and taking out a taser gun.

“What? No!”

“Yes. And you have to do it Luce, since you’re in the back seat. Open the window and get him.”

“Smith is going to kill me.”

“If you don’t kill him first, for keeping tabs on you.”

“Who did he show the pictures too?”

“I don’t know. I only know about it because I hacked into Mac’s phone when I was tutoring him. He was the one spying for Smith.”

“Aurggh!” I scream, smacking the seat.

“Don’t worry, I gave him hell.”

“Thanks, Dev.”

She holds out the taser.

I take it from her and whip around. “Hell. Here goes nothing.” Opening the window, I press the button. The pledge’s eyes go wide before he falls back, flopping like a fish.

“Fuck! I killed him!” I scream, as Shanna slams on the brakes. The truck slips on the icy roads but the mammoth tires stick, and we come to a stop.

“Quick! We need to get him inside!”

“How, when he’s as big as the rest of them?”

But the three of us do it. We slide him out the back and over the snow to the backdoor and the three of us shove him in.

“Now what?” I ask.

Shanna feels him up, takes both his guns and three knives from him. Then Devon riffles through the cab. “We can zip tie his hands together.”

“Great! I’ll take the bandana from around his neck and stuff it in his mouth.”

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