Page 152 of Mayhem and Minnie

Rich—check.

Good-looking—check, if I do say so myself.

Smart—check, of course.

Strong—check as I’ve already proven it.

I can take care and provide for her, which considering how small and frail she is, that’s something she really needs.

Even that brother of hers is useless, leaving her alone in this wretched world that wants to take advantage of her. How could he do that? She’s his little sister, for fuck’s sake.

I don’t even want to imagine what would have happened if I hadn’t met her when I did.

She’d still be all alone and defenseless.

That thought awakens my rage all over again, making me tense—a mistake considering my entire body is bruised. Alas, my pain and suffering should show her how serious I am about her.

That’s not to say I’m in a hurry because I want to get in her dress. I mean, of course I do. It’s been all I could think of for the last couple of weeks. But I’ve lived close to thirty years as a monk. What’s a few more weeks?

Torture. That’s what it is.

I’ll need to make it days not weeks.

I might have been above temptation, but that was before she appeared into my life, showing me everything I’ve been missing.

A smile pulls at my lips, and once more, I’m told to stop moving or the CAT scan will not get a clear image.

I scowl.

It’s not my fault Minnie occupies all my waking thoughts.

It’s hers.

If anything, they should tell her off for making me take leave of my senses.

Hell, I should tell her off—again. And I would if I didn’t happen to like having her occupy my thoughts. I know, strange.

Even stranger is the fact that I don’t care anymore if she bewitched me or not, or if she fed me some type of magical potion to make me so obsessed with her. I’ve reached the point where I’m happy going with the flow. Frankly, I never even knew I had such a rich imagination before. But lately, the things my brain has managed to conjure up.

I whistle as I once more picture her in her maid outfit. But then the thought morphs, and I see her in a nurse outfit taking care of me, slowly, seductively…

“Sir! Stop moving!” the technician calls out.

I glance down at my tented pants.

Fuck.

Does he think I’m in control?

Not even thoughts of blood, or guts, or other bodily fluids staining my spotless floor can help me cool off at this point. On the contrary, I become even more excited at the thought of disemboweling every man who dares to look at my little heathen.

“Sir!” Another exasperated cry from the technician.

I sigh. It’s going to be a long night.

Eventually, though, I manage to stay still long enough for the machine to do its thing. The results are good—bruised ribs but nothing broken. I’m given a bag of painkillers and the doctors discharge both Minnie and me.

Since my car is totaled, we take a cab home.

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