Page 127 of Party Girl: How a Naughty Omega Finds Love
“He’s okay?”
“He’ll be fine. A few scratches, but it looks like there’s no concussion.”
Avi drops his hand to my knee and squeezes it. “Tell him to write the report in the morning.”
“Captain already told him to go home after. That was a solid hit.”
Hayden’s words aren’t very reassuring, but he said Trev was fine. No, he said Trev had a few scratches. Like big ones or little ones? I swear if that asshole leaves Trev with new scars, I’ll find him myself and kick his ass. Castration is illegal, but no one has to know about that… I could bury the penis. How deep would the hole have to be? Maybe a foot? Do severed cocks decompose? Is that even how castration works? Whatever, I’ll bury the balls.
“Whitney?”
I glance at Avi. The phone is on the table again and the call ended. I didn’t even hear the last part because I was fantasizing about castration. Blinking, I try to clear the violent images from my head. It doesn’t work.
“I need the rage room again.” I rush into the garage and break things while I wait for the guys to show up.
