Page 57 of Touch Her and Die
I slid back into the car and held onto the only woman that made this life worth living.
TWENTY-ONE
halle
“It’s fine.Really. Leave it alone. We need to go get your uncle.”
I glared at Parks and Emilee.
“Emilee, put the damn chicken in the bathtub. Halle, you are not going anywhere. You are not getting hurt one more fucking time. Not on my watch.”
The pulsing pain had died to a small annoyance in the last hour. A few stitches and I was as good as new. Mostly.
“Don’t you yell at Gertie. She got all dressed up for your dumb wedding and this is her thanks?” I yelled at him.
He stared at his cousin. “You. Go to your room with that damn thing. For shit’s sake wash the blood out of her feathers. I need to talk to my fiancée.”
Emilee giggled and walked away towards the door.
“Emilee, don’t you dare leave me with him. I’m still mad at him. If you leave me alone, there’s a chance the next time we talk you’re grabbing a shovel to help me bury his stupid testosterone filled ass.”
Well, if I was good at anything it was pissing him off. He charged towards me and grabbed my wrist. He turned to look at Emilee and I tried to fight his grip.
“Go, Emilee. Now.”
She giggled.
“Sorry, Halle. He’s my blood. Besides, I like you. I hope he knocks you up and you’re stuck with us.”
My eyes bugged out at her words, and I nearly chocked on my spit.
“What? No. There is no knocking up. And like a baby would make me stay with this asshole. Getting all dressed up like you were really going to marry that, that tart.”
I twisted and turned, trying to get him to release my wrist.
“I was not going to marry that tart as you call her. I was fucking playing the part. I had an escape plan. My guy had incriminating papers and pictures. I guess I won’t be needing them now that everyone is fucking dead.”
I clenched my teeth.
“You look adorable when you’re all pissed off, rainbow.”
I squeezed my fits shut and pulled back my free arm to punch the asshole.
“Rainbow? What happened to princess? Or Halle? Or, well, whatever? You wore a tux for her and suddenly we’re back to square one? I said I’d marry you, you giant shit stain.”
He paused, but I was on a roll, and I was finally in touch with all these damn feelings.
“Halle, stop. Breathe.”
“Breathe? No. You wanted me to be full of all the feels, right? That’s what you wanted. Wanted me to feel something that made me want to get married? I had to come save your ass. I even let that tart live. I’m all sorts of feels right now. And then your cousin? Baby? Not a chance in fucking hell. Not with you. Fuck this. I take it all back.”
Truth be told, I wasn’t entirely sure what I wanted right now. I wanted him. It was so clear, but a future? Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
The world was growing rather dark as I spewed my feelings out into words.Giving the feels words made the reality hit me.
“I can’t be a mom. Is that what you want? I can’t do that.”
Oh no. My heart was racing. Sweat beaded up on my brow.
