Page 13 of Monster's Madhouse
“Shit,” he said, tossing the coffee from his mug into the sink. “I’ll call down to the funeral home to see if she stopped by there on her way home.”
“Okay, and I’ll call Monster to see if she’s at the club,” she said. The three of them hadn’t really discussed what had happened almost a week ago. Blitz had sex with both of them, but not the way that she wanted, and that was going to have to be discussed at some point. The guys seemed to avoid the subject every time it seemed to come up, and neither of them so much as touched her since their time together. She was beginning to think that she had made a horrible mistake sleeping with first Monster and then Drifter. Maybe they were worried that their friendship couldn’t handle sharing her, and that was a valid concern.
Her cell rang and she let out a breath when she saw that it was Josie. “Hey,” she breathed into the phone.
“You need to come out front,” Josie ordered. Her voice sounded shaky, and if Blitz wasn’t mistaken, she had been crying.
“Are you okay?” Blitz almost whispered, not wanting to alarm Drifter.
“No, and you need to come out alone, or he said that he’ll hurt me, Blitz,” the sob that filled the other end of the call nearlyripped her heart out of her chest. There was no way that she’d let Reid hurt Blitz. This wasn’t that poor girl’s fight—it was hers.
“I’m on my way,” Blitz whispered. She pocketed her cell phone and ran to the front door, wanting to waste no time getting to Josie.
“Where are you going?” Drifter asked from the kitchen. She didn’t bother to turn around to answer him. She gave him no answer at all. Blitz could only focus on getting out to Josie and convincing Reid to take her instead.
She was just about to Josie when Reid stepped out from behind the teenager, gun pointed at her side. She knew that if she spooked Reid, he’d end up shooting Josie, and at that range, he’d kill her.
“Let her go,” she ordered.
Reid’s laugh was mean. “You’re not the one calling the shots here, honey. You tried that once when you told me to move out and look how that turned out.”
“I’m the one you want, Reid. Just let Josie go, and we can talk this all out,” she lied. From the smirk on his face, he knew it too.
“Liar,” he sneered. Josie sobbed, and he shoved her at Blitz.
“Here, she can go. I’m sick of her whining anyway,” he spat. “You and I can have a nice private chat once the brat is out of the way.”
Blitz pulled Josie in for a quick hug and whispered into her ear. “Run to the house.” Josie nodded against Blitz’s shoulder and took off for the house, right into Drifter’s arms, who apparently watched the whole thing. She shook her head at him when he made a move towards her and Reid. That was the last thing she wanted—for him to get tangled up in her mess even more.
“I see you still don’t follow directions very well, do you, honey?” Reid asked.
“I didn’t know that he’d follow me,” she insisted. “Please, just lose the gun, and we can talk. I promise to do whatever you want me to do, Reid.” She had told him that same thing the night that she kicked him out, and he beat her. Blitz knew that she wouldn’t have been able to endure much more, and she begged him to stop hitting her—promising him that she’d do whatever he wanted.
“I don’t believe you,” he said. She didn’t bother to look back to see if Drifter was still standing on the front porch. She knew that he was. She could feel his eyes boring into the back of her head. Blitz needed to play things cool or she’d give herself away.
“But I mean it,” she insisted, taking a step toward him. She went up on her tiptoes and gently kissed his lips, allowing him to take over the kiss. She felt sick every time he let his tongue swipe into her mouth. She wanted to gag, but she needed him distracted enough to get the gun from him.
“See,” she breathlessly said, “would I kiss you like that if I didn’t mean it. Just put the gun away, and we can talk everything out.” He looked her over as though trying to decide if he wanted to believe her or not. When Reid finally put the gun into his waistband, she blew out the breath she didn’t know that she was holding.
“Thank you,” she whispered.
“Come on,” he said, grabbing her hand. “We’re going for a little ride. He turned around, her hand in his own, and ran right into Monster. He was like a brick wall, and Blitz had never been so happy to see anyone in her whole life.
“You again,” Reid hissed, seeming to remember Monster from that day in the parking lot.
“Yep, me again, asshole,” he sneered. Monster took a menacing step toward him, and Blitz gasped.
“He has a gun,” she shouted.
“Yeah, so do I,” Monster said, pulling his cut to the side to show off the gun in his hip holster. “I told you that you won’t touch her again. She has my protection.”
“And mine,” Drifter said from behind her. “Now take your hands off of our woman.”
Reid sneered, trying to stand taller. “She doesn’t need protection. She needs someone who actually loves her. The two of you can’t give her that. I’ve been watching you with her, and neither of you really wants her.”
Monster’s fist slammed into Reid’s gut before he could finish the rest of what he was saying. Reid doubled over, choking on the air ripped from his lungs.
Drifter stepped in smoothly, grabbing Reid by the collar and slamming him against a tree so hard that he groaned. Drifter’s grin never faded, but his eyes burned cold. “You listening now?” Reid moaned his answer. “Good. Because this is the only warning you’re gonna get. You so much as breathe near Blitz or Josie again, you won’t be walking away.”
