Page 50 of Tattered Souls
The man, whose name I didn’t know, didn’t fucking want to know, had the nerve to look slightly sullen.
This motherfucker.
I moved and got right in his face.
He backed up a step, and I said, “We don’t give a fuck. You’ve been gone. Stay gone. You pass on, fucking do it knowing your son died to save his best friend. You go knowing that my woman is happy. And she got that way because she finally had enoughof having men put their fucking hands on her who didn’t deserve to even breathe in her air. But also, because I’m going to make it that way. Now, get the fuck off my property and out of my woman’s breathing room.”
I stood there as I watched his face, his brain processing things.
He looked at me, then to my side. He finally did the smartest thing of his life. He turned around, walked down our porch steps, and then climbed into a beater and drove off.
I watched him leave, then turned my head to look down at Tatum, and I winked. “You ready, Tink?”
She nodded.
Five hours later, nine stores, and my woman had used the gift cards.
Most of it went like this.
“You like it, get it,” I said.
“But where would I wear it?” she asked.
“Around the house. Around town. To fucking Timbuktu for all I care. You like it, get it.”
Or it went like this.
“Do you like this?” she asked.
I nodded, “Yeah, baby. Like it a lot.”
She would smile.
Or it also went like this.
“Sir, can I help you?” the woman at the store asked.
I nodded, “Yeah, you can treat my woman like they do in Pretty Woman and bend to her will. Make her smile. That’s all I care about.”
It also went like this... which was my favorite.
The woman walked over to us and smiled up at me. “Hi there, handsome. How can I assist you?”
“You can assist us by not batting your shitty excuse of eyelash extensions at him,” Tatum growled.
Every time that happened, I had to hold back a chuckle.
We had taken all her new things back to the house, and she told me that tonight was girls’ night.
I knew that Carter would be there to keep an eye on Harlee and the rest of the women. Mom and Dad had Granger.
It looked like he had a hand tonight.
Once Tatum changed into a pair of black skinny jeans and a glittery gold top that looked amazing on her, we headed to Virgin Mary’s.
It was about an hour or so into the night when I looked from what Carter was saying to where the girls were.
I narrowed my eyes at the fucker who was about to lose the ability to see and talk. Hell, if I was feeling charitable, he’d lose the use of his dick too.
