Page 12 of Ferocious Nightmare

I barely heard Angel's responding grunt, but it was enough to satisfy me.

What a fucked up world she probably grew up in, possibly worse than my own childhood.

Tears pooled in her hazel eyes but didn't drop down her face. Then she wrapped little arms around me, holding me tight. I let her hug me for as long as she needed, but Angel got up, grunting at her. "Come on, Lola, let's go."

She reluctantly let me go, and when I looked up at Angel, he had a knowing grin on his face.

The fucker.

I stood up, watching as he took her hand and walked towards the door.

What a mind fuck. I was certain that he'd brought her in as a way to manipulate me, but did she know that?

By the smell of piss still lingering in the air, she didn't.

I watched them go, a weight on my chest at the realization that I was getting into bed with some shitty men.

But then again, weren't we all?

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