Page 97 of Bad Bishop
“I look like a lot of fucking things I’m not.”
“Oh.”
“Yes.Oh.”
“Like…what?”
“Gealach.” He brushed his nose against mine, breathing me in, fingers curling around my waist. “I’m sorry I was a cunt.”
I palmed his face and pulled him away so I could read his lips better.
“I’m not your punching bag, Tiernan.”
“I know.”
I waited for him to acknowledge the gender of our baby, to pick up the conversation from last night, but when he finally spoke again, he gestured to the gift on the table. “Got you a present.”
Swiveling to reach for it, he caught my waist, anchoring me back in his arms. “You can’t open it, though.”
I frowned. “What is it?”
“Deli boy’s cock.”
My eyes flared in horror, and I pushed him away.
“Oh my God! Why would you do that?”
His face bricked over. “Tierney told me what happened. No one’s allowed to touch you without permission. That includes me.”
“You could’ve simply gotten him fired!”
“He disrespected you. Disrespectedme. After I warned him.”
“You can’t sever a man’s genitals just because he tried to touch me.”
“Why not?”
I stared at him, dumbfounded. “The punishment doesn’t fit the crime.”
“I know.” He bowed his head humbly. “But chopping off his hands seemed like overkill. I couldn’t fit all the organs into the one small box.”
I clutched my head, probably to stop it from exploding. What could I say to that?
My family was far from the realm of normal, but my brothers had never done something so violent because of me. So far, my conscience was clean as a whistle. Until now.
“This is not romantic. It’s deranged.”
“Let’s settle for both.”
Folding my arms, I shook my head.
“No? Fine. I’ll ask next time before I chop off people’s parts for you.”
“Is he alive?”
“Depends on your definition of the word.” He toyed with the edges of his phone. “I stopped the bleeding, so he didn’t die. But he won’t be able to fuck or piss normally. And, of course, it’s not ideal that he lost his job, now that the medical bills are gonna pile up.”
“This is sick.”
