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“Yep. The girl is pretty psycho.”
It feels weird sitting here with her and talking to her about something normal. I haven’t even done anything this ordinary. It’s strange.
“Hollywood always tries to make men psycho, but women can be crazy too,” she adds.
“True. Did you seeThe Godfather?” I ask, resting my arm on the back of the chair.
She nods. “Yes, I did. It was so not what it’s like in the real mob.” She frowns, and a single tear falls down her cheek as she stands up. “My stomach hurts really bad. I have to go to the bathroom.”
I look down, and dark blood has drenched where she was sitting. “You’re bleeding. Is that normal?”
She knits her eyebrows together. “What?”
I point to the cushion. “There is a lot of blood.”
“Oh, fuck. Go get Devious,” she says, holding on to my forearm and digging her nails into my skin. The pain burns. This little woman is strong.
“I’ll call him. He’s on the other side of the manor.”
I grab my phone from my pocket and dial his number, and he picks up on the third ring.
“Yeah.” He slurs the word.
I hear laughing in the background.
“You need to sober the fuck up and have your driver get the car ready. Roselyn needs to go to the ER. She’s bleeding an awful lot.”
“How bad is she bleeding?” His tone is suddenly sharp.
“Her jeans are soaked.”
“I’ll be right down there,” he says.
“No. I’ll walk her to the car. You’re closer to the car than she is,” I state.
“I’m going there now.” He ends the call.
I grab Roselyn’s hand. “I’m going to escort you to the car.”
Tears trickle down her cheeks as she squeezes my hand hard. “I’m in so much pain. I don’t know what to do.”
“It’s going to be fine, Roselyn. I promise you.”
I tell everyone to get the hell out of the way as we march through the crowded living room. I lead her through the kitchen and then to the garage.
Devious leans against the hood of the car, and his eyes are not as lazy, so he’s sobering up.
“Tell everyone to get the fuck out. The party is over,” Devious says, opening the door for Roselyn, and she slides in.
“Do you need me to go to the hospital with you?” I ask, shoving my fingers into my pocket.
“No, I’ll call you when I know something.”
Villainous
“What the hell are you doing out here?” I ask Maya as she grabs a handful of dark soil and stuffs it in a pot. We’re in a greenhouse located behind the manor. I told her once we were married that she could have it, and she could have as many plants as she wanted. After she left, I abandoned it and allowed the gardener to keep the plants alive. Sometimes, I would come and sit in here and reminisce about her and what we used to have.
Her demeanor is colder than usual, and she doesn’t hold any conversations with me. She’s still pissed off I made her kill Benny, and I shouldn’t even care. She’s just a pet to me.
