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It’s making me all twitchy inside, because if it was something that was making her angry about what Millie did to me, she would have already told her exactly where to shove it.
Fuck, she’s right. She’s always right.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
“You sure you wanna do this already? It’s only been like twelve hours since your wreck, you still look like shit.” Ashley asks as she helps me put on my socks and shoes.
Bending over hurts like a motherfucker, and as I rested next to her last night the telltale dark blue and purple bruising of cracked ribs appeared down my right side.
“Yeah, I have to. If you believe her, then I have to too.” I say, waddling over to the mirror and straightening my hair, even though the bruises on my face and the way I walk make me look like a vagabond.
“You want me to stay with you?”
“Nah, just drop me off at the house. The bike is being delivered within the hour, and I want to be there when it arrives.”
“So you’re gonna let her in your house? The one she had destroyed?”
“As you said, she didn’t, she just kept him updated to my whereabouts so he could. And against her wishes.”
“Okay. Just call me if you need me.”
“Thanks babe.”
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The sight of my house makes me sick as we pull into the driveway. There’s police tape across the front entrance and the broken garage door, as well where I clipped it with the Porsche in my haste to get away.
Although it’s the only sign from the outside that anything has happened, I know what the inside looks like, and it’s a devastating loss. Not because of the cost of repairs, but the loss of so many antique things I’ve collected over the years that are priceless and irreplaceable.
The lights click on as we enter from the front door, skipping the garage and the mess in there. But walking into the graffitied and wrecked den is just as heartbreaking.
“Holy shit.” Ashley gasps as she walks into the house, touching the broken walls and dragging her feet on the ruined floor. “Why?”
“I don’t know. What have I ever done to him for him to do this?”
“You call him a pussy or something? You know he’s an unhinged prick, right?”
“Yeah, but this?”
“This is bad.”
“Yeah it is.” Millie’s voice comes from behind me, stopping both Ashley and I in our tracks, making my heart leap up into my throat.
“Mildred.” Ashley says, narrowing her brows at her and stepping closer to me, protectively.
“Easy killer.” I say, running my hands down her arms, relaxing her, then kissing her on the forehead. “I’ve got it from here.”
“You sure?”
“Yes Ma’am.”
“Alright, but you call me if anything.”
“I will.”
“Good.”
