Page 114 of Sugar Coated Secrets

“Oh my God?” She looks left and right and then lets out a piercing scream when Trent comes out from behind a tree. “You scared me. What the hell?”

“Sorry,” Trent says apologetically.

Dulce looks up. “Why is he up there?”

“I think you should ask him that yourself, Dulce?” I reply.

Chris kicks out his legs like that is going to get him out of the shit he is in.

“It hurts,” he cries out in pain.

“It should; your guts are hanging out. I’m sure the drugs in your system have worn off by now.”

“I think I’m going to throw up,” Dulce says, placing her hands above her knees.

“He’s ugly, isn’t he?” Trent says with a smile.

“Nice handiwork,” I praise. “I couldn’t have done better myself.”

He’s naked like he left her with his intestines hanging out. His face smashed on, and his cock half off.

“It was him?” she asks and then closes her eyes.

“You son of a bitch. I’ll kill you, Ford,” he says, gurgling on the blood pouring from his mouth.

“I think you would have to get down first, and I don’t see that happening. Why don’t you start by telling her the truth? Start there.”

“It was… me,” he admits, “I did it. I did it. Christ,” he moans. “It hurts.”

Dulce runs behind a tree to throw up. I walk over and hold her hair out of her face as she retches.

“There he goes,” Chris says between gasps, “we all knew she was your crazy obsession…” He gurgles. “But I had to know…I had to know how good her pussy was and damn…” He gurgles, coughs, and continues while Dulce throws up, “It was good.”

“Shut the fuck up, Chris,” Trent growls. “How long, Ford?”

“Until he gets here,” I reply.

Dulce takes a breath. “Who?”

Footsteps approach. We turn our heads.

“Well, well. The plot thickens,” Trent says in a surprised tone.

“What the hell is going on?” Officer Dickhead says, looking at Dulce and Chris hanging from the tree. “What the fuck?”

“Danny,” Chris says, “you see… they are my friends.”

“What’s going on?” Dulce says, perplexed.

I shine the flashlight on Mays and then on Chris, “Tell her,” I demand.

Mays pulls out his .9 mm and aims it directly at Chris.

“What are you doing, Danny?” Dulce says, looking between Mays and Chris.

“Yeah, what are you doing, Danny?” Trent mocks.

“Not a fucking word, Chris,” Dickhead warns. “You open your mouth, and I’ll put a bullet in you to match the gaping hole in your stomach.”

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