Page 140 of Fish out of Water
“ARE YOU EVER going to tell me what happened?” Collette pulled out another drawer and started stacking the clothing inside into the box at her feet.
“Ididtell you what happened.” I grabbed a bunch of hangers, along with the clothes dangling from them, and wrestled the whole armload off the closet rod. “We were kidnapped.”
Collette was still pretty in the dark about what happened that night. She’d gone with Grant and Elaine to The Sweet Side, but was immediately taken home by one of the many men who worked there.
Most of them not of the waiter variety.
At this point I was positive that The Sweet Side wasn’t what it seemed at all.
I just wasn’t sure what it really was.
Or who was actually in charge of it.
“And then you just,” Collette lifted her brows at me, “got away.” Her brows flattened. “Magically.”
“I never saidmagically.” I dropped the load of clothes in my arms onto the mattress. “I said they left us alone too long and we managed to get free.”
It was pretty close to the truth. If Panty Sniffer, Sweaty, and Stinky had held off twenty more minutes I could have gotten everyone out of there.
Except maybe Vito. I might have left his ass there for reckoning.
“And you’re not worried that the guys who kidnapped you will try to do it again?” Collette clearly wasn’t picking up what I was putting down.
Didn’t matter. I was going to keep giving her the same story. No way was I putting Grant, Elaine, and Sylvia in danger.
Especially since I’m pretty sure all the men who kidnapped us were no longer amongst the living.
“I think they realized it was a bad idea.” Also true. “They definitely won’t try to do it again.”
Very true.
“Hopefully Grant has a good security system.” Collette finished the drawer she was working on and pulled open the one above it, starting down into the empty space. “Where are all your panties?”
I didn’t even want to think about it. “They’re already at Grants.” I swiped at the hair falling in my face. “I’ve taken a few carloads over already.”
“Hello.” Sylvia’s voice carried down the hall a second before she appeared in the doorway. “How’s it going girls?” Her face was almost completely healed from the hit she’d taken weeks earlier. The last of the swelling was barely perceptible around her brow bone.
And it still pissed me off.
What kind of dick hit an old lady?
A dead one.
“You want to see something?” Sylvia came my way, phone out.
“No. No more wieners.” I held my hand up, ready to block the image I knew was coming.
She’d used the bruise on her face for sympathy and managed to grow her own dick depository surprisingly fast. I was a little proud of her.
“I’ll look.” Collette leaned closer. “Julia doesn’t have hers anymore.”
I’d deleted them all, along with the dating apps right after the night in the warehouse.
It was the least I could do considering what Grant did for me.
“It’s not a pecker.” Sylvia flashed the screen my way. “I ordered a new rug for the living room.”
It was the same high pile, white fluff that Mrs. Hill had in her apartment. “You can’t vacuum those.”
