Page 119 of Mother Parker
Fuck those assholes.
“You should have paid your protection, gay boy!” he shouted and pulled his hand back, Molotov ready, while his friends laughed.
They were taller and far more muscular, standing on either side of him as if they were his bodyguards.
I raised the extinguisher in my hand and sprayed the middle man.
Before he managed to throw the Molotov, he folded over, choking on the foam.
I turned the nozzle to the other assholes hoping someone, anyone, had noticed all that noise and called the police because otherwise, I was toast.
As expected, the extinguisher ran out of foam, and the men turned toward me again.
I couldn’t tell what their faces looked like since they were covered in the white substance, but I could tell they weren’t happy with the foam party I’d sprinkled on them.
I took two steps back, almost stumbling through my broken window, but I held up.
They started walking toward me.
A yelling erupted through the sky, and I looked up.
No. Not a yell.
A caw.
Three crows swooped down at the men and made a meal out of their faces.
“You go, girls,” I shouted at my three beauties.
But it wasn’t enough. The girls wouldn’t stop them. Not for long.
I need to do something.
I need…help.
TWENTY-FIVE
PARKER
“How are you feeling?” Autumn asked with a pained grimace.
I huffed and shook my head.
“You can’t even see it!” I told her and looked at the doctor behind me, stitching me up.
“Yeah, but I can see him doing it,” she said with a shudder.
The doctor chuckled but didn’t say anything.
“Don’t laugh. It’s painful,” she told him.
“Why don’t you sit here?” I patted the space beside me, and she did, choosing to look ahead rather than at me. I assumed because she could still see the doctor working on my wound.
“So?” she asked.
“So what?”
Maddox shook his head with a scoff and typed on his phone.
