Page 5 of Marked By The Filthy-Mouthed Grizzly
I stand to the side, pretending I don’t feel the heat of unwanted stares on my skin.
I feel a pair of eyes burning into me, and I turn my head to see who it is.
Banks.
Shit.
He’s checking me out and not being shy about it. He was always a creep, even when I was thirteen.Especiallywhen I was thirteen. My brothers must have warned him to stay away, but who’s going to warn him now?
Tall, bony, with a ghoulish smile that never reaches his sunken eyes. He licks his lips when we make eye contact.
My stomach twists. Nausea hits me.
Great.
This is exactly what I need—a creepy wolf shifter hitting on me at my brothers’ graves.
I turn my back to him and focus on my brothers.
There must have been some good in them. Something I can cling to.
I’d like to have something to remember them by, even if it’s to help me remember to follow the light and to stay away from the darkness.
Maybe a tattoo… just a small one?
I feel a tap on my shoulder and I cringe as I turn around and see Banks’ weathered face in front of me. Can this guy just fuck all the way off?
“I always like to get fucked up after a funeral,” he says in his slimy voice. “You want to get fucked up with me?”
I swallow hard, wishing my brothers were here, just for this. Just to tell this asshole to get lost.
“I have plans,” I say in a firm tone.
He grabs my arm, a little too hard. “Break ‘em.”
My aunt Jenny steps up just in time. She never had the luck to be moved away from this place, so she’s tough as nails. “Get fucked, Banks,” she snaps, slapping his hand away. “Let’s go, Erica.”
She turns to usher me away, but I stop.
“I’d like to have Mace’s watch,” I tell Banks. “The silver one he always wore. Do you know where it is?”
His creepy eyes linger on my chest before he slowly looks back up. “Come to the headquarters and I’ll get it for you. And maybe then, we’ll see what happens.”
“Like I said,” Jenny says, pulling me away. “Get fucked, Banks.”
I don’t see the rest of it—the caskets getting buried. I don’t need to see that part.
I don’t need anything else.
My brothers are gone and I’m still confused on how to feel about it.
I’m still a bit of a mess.
We head back to Aunt Jenny’s house where I’m staying for the next couple of days and as we’re passing unfamiliar houses, I wonder how it’s possible that I came from this town.
How I fit in here.
But the only conclusion I can come to, is that I don’t.
