Page 30 of Romeo
Fuck, Cherry needs to chill, or else she’s going to cut into her wrists. That stupid bitch Rose needs to shut the fuck up. I’m glad that I didn’t go out with her, other than the one-time fuck.
She’s absolfuckinluty insane.
“I’m going to cut up your face, you fucking whore. That’s the only reason that you have him is because you’re a slut,” Rose yells, taking a step forward with her hand raised, ready to cut Cherry.
My heart stops, and I’m ready to go inside when the ape wraps his arm around Rose’s waist and pulls her back.
“Ape, get Rose the fuck out of here! I don’t want to have to deal with her bullshit,” Thomas shouts, pointing at the door.
“Right, boss,” Ape says.
Well, well, well.
I did call it, right?
Ape.
I look around, and I move to take cover behind the dumpster.
Fuck, it stinks.
I wait for Rose to exit the warehouse, and she stops to look at the moon.
“Fuck Thomas! He lied, he only wanted me to help me get the Satan’s Warriors MC. Fuck! He didn’t let me carve up her face. Stupid bitch! But I’m going to get you later,” Rose huffs.
She walks away and gets into a small white Honda. She drives out of the parking lot and onto the road.
I return to the door to look through the crack. This fucking door doesn’t close, and that’s fucking lucky for me.
Thomas pulls out his cell from his jacket and makes a call. Ape stands next to him, and they ignore Cherry. She’s lookingaround, moving her arms as if she can escape from the plastic ties. Well, at least she’s not crying.
My cell lights up, and I look at the text.
Diablo ~ ETA one minute. Wait.
Fuck me!
I look inside; Cherry has stopped moving. She’s looking around, but she’s listening to Thomas. I look at Thomas; he smiles and leans back in his chair, sliding his fingers over the screen.
“Fuck, he’s not picking up! I’m going to leave a message,” Thomas scoffs, shaking his head.
“Demon, it’s Thomas, the Herd Boys boss. I got Romeo’s girl. I will release her if you come and get her!”
Thomas ends the call and throws back his head, snickering.
Stupid fucker.
He’s going to be the one that’s fucked, not Demon.
I hear the cages roll up; the Brothers didn’t bring their bikes. They climb out and inch up slowly, looking around. Diablo makes the hand signals, and the Brothers spread, taking their positions. Diablo does the countdown, moving his fingers to count.
We barge inside, and I run to my Old Lady. I cut the plastic ties and pull her into my arms, holding her tight.
“Baby, you came for me,” Cherry yells, wrapping her arms around my neck. She buries her face in my neck.
“Always and forever. You’re my Old Lady, and nobody will ever take you from me,” I hiss, looking around.
I can’t fucking believe it. The motherfucker had his boys hiding somewhere inside the warehouse. Well, I could only see so much through the crack.
