Page 24 of Love vs The Ooze Monster!
Mabel exploded.
Her body went into meltdown, shaking and clenching around his thick fingers. A glorious rush suffused her whole being and she cried out against his palm. Her eyes squeezed shut, reveling in the sensation that he’d created within her.
Boyd groaned quietly, as if her pleasure was his own. “Beautiful.” He kissed her temple. “Next time, I’m going to be deep inside you when it happens. I want to feel everything.”
Mabel went limp beneath him, panting for breath. She lay there for a long moment, the world spinning, and her body tingling, and her mind racing. Dear God… He’d done that to her in less than five minutes. The man was a genius. And a menace.
And she was madly in love with him.
Drat.
Boyd seemed positively smug. “You gonna be okay for a second, doll?” He smoothed back her hair with a gentle hand. “I need to go kill some people, while they’re distracted.”
Mabel gave a vague nod, barely listening. She shouldn’t have allowed him such liberties. Not so soon. It didn’t seem at all respectable to neck with a gangster in a coffin and a girl needed to protect her reputation. And it was just going to make Boyd even more arrogant to know how much she wanted him. And he’d fired her! She’d momentarily forgotten that she was mad at him.
“We’re not doing this again, until I’m sure Lew was right about you.” She muttered.
Boyd smirked and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Your daddy really liked me, huh?” He slipped out of the casket, before she could reply.
Hang on…Wherewas he going? It took her a second to catch up with what he’d said. He planned to confront Sylvester and the other men? Alone?
Over her dead body!
Mabel scrambled after him, trying to right her dress.
By the time she caught up with him in the next room, Boyd was already standing beside Mike’s corpse and stealing his tommy gun.
She frowned down at Sly’s late and unlamented henchman. “How did you bump him off so fast?”
Boyd casually held up a knife and then crouched down to slip it back into a sheath at his ankle. His spats were still stained with orange ooze from O'Shaughnessy’s speakeasy. “I don’t go anywhere in Volstead unarmed.”
Mabel didn’t blame him. The town was full of mobsters. But still… “It’s six against two.”
“Not for long.”
She gauged the distance to the backdoor. “Maybe we can just slip out unnoticed.”
“Nah.” Boyd checked the submachine gun. “I like my plan better.”
“Your plans always end up with…” She didn’t get to finish that complaint. Bobby rounded the corner and Boyd opened up on him.
Mabel covered her ears at the explosive sound of the gun firing. They didn’t call the damn thing “the chopper” for its subtlety. Each rounded, drum magazine held at least fifty bullets and Boyd spent about half of them in a matter of seconds. Bobby was ripped to pieces.
Now their opposition was down to five and Boyd had another weapon. The man was always so efficient.
He grabbed the fallen gun and tossed it to Mabel. It weighed a ton. “Can you shoot that?”
“Of course.” Tommy guns were an expensive, but necessary, accessory for any serious bootlegger. “Lew got me one for Christmas.”
His mouth curved. “I really am stuck on you, Mabel.”
She pushed her glasses up her nose. “Well, I should hope so, after all the trouble I’ve gone through for you.”
The noise drew the attention of the other men. She could hear footsteps upstairs and voices yelling.
Boyd backtracked and took hold of her arm, positioning her behind the doorway to the room with the caskets. “You cover the steps, okay? Shoot anyone who comes down them.” He leaned in closer, so he was right in her face. “Do not break cover.” It was an order. He rapped the heavy wooden molding of the door with one hand for emphasis. “You stay behind this, no matter what, got it?”
“Yes, but…”
