Page 92 of Trucker
“Wait, what? I can’t go to prison for fighting with a love rival!” Esther pointed out.
“Love?” I scoffed. “You overestimate your importance in all of this.”
“Rival?” Taji lifted her head to glare at the snivelling woman. “For you to be a rival, you would have had to be on my level.”
“I’m prettier than you!” Esther flipped her hair from her shoulder.
Taji scoffed.
She shook her head and laughed out loud.
“To a good man, a real man?” Taji leaned in. “It’s not what’s on the outside that counts. And you may be prettier than me on the outside, but where it counts, you’re disgusting.”
Esther tried getting up again.
A glare from Lennox brought her down.
“Let that keep you while you’re in a six by eight being someone’s bitch!” Taji laughed.
If looks could kill.
Taji lifted her head then. “Kaos, Lennox, get them off my property. Once you have them settled, come back and I’ll cook for you.”
“As you wish, m’lady.” Kaos smirked.
“You’re very lucky you’re married, sir.” Taji wagged a finger at him. “You could turn a girl’s head like that.”
I grunted.
Taji giggled and headed for the house.
I stayed behind to help get an unconscious Ryan back into the trunk of the Mercedes Maybach S-Class. Once both Esther and Ryan were set in the vehicles, I hugged Kaos and bumped fists with Lennox.
“See you soon.” I told them. “We’ll have dinner waiting.”
Kaos winked at me, and I watched as they drove from the yard.
I didn’t go inside right away. Instead, I stood where they left me, hands on my hips, eyes lifted upward trying to push down the anger that was pulsing through me. All this trouble because Ryan and Esther wanted what wasn’t theirs.
“Trucker?” Taji’s voice was quiet.
“Gimme a minute.”
“Are you okay?”
“No.” I exhaled.
She wrapped her arms around me from behind and pressed her cheek against my back. I melted into her chest and used her closeness to push the anger down.
“I wanted to kill him.” I admitted. “I wanted to wrap my fingers around his throat and squeeze—to watch the life drain out of his eyes. I wanted him to feel the pain and the fear you must have felt as he took?—”
She stepped around me, framed my face and kissed my words into her mouth. Closing my eyes, I fell into the kiss until she pulled back.
“But you’ve won, Mayson.”
“How? I’m so angry.” I admitted. “I feel like he ripped my heart out and spat on it.”
“You’re the one I’ve surrendered to.”
