Page 83 of We The Depraved
It’s my turn to laugh. The moment I do pain rips through my skull, and I wince. “I wonder if he loved her just like my father loved me.”
Carla’s triggered then. I see it all over her face as she stalks over and smacks the fuck out of me.
“Ungh!” Pain stings through my face. “You forgot, I like a little pain, baby. You should ask him though, ask him where Tania is?”
Mateo comes back inside of the bathroom looking dirty as fuck and covered in what looks like mud. He either just dug a grave for me or the baby.
“Ask him,” I adjust myself in the tub.
Carla whirls on him. “Where is Tania?”
Mateo’s eyes widen and he looks at me and then back to her.
“She’s with my mom, baby,” he pulls her chin up and kisses her. “I told you that.”
I roll my eyes as Carla buys everything this fucker is selling her.
“Now you,” he looks over. “I figure we can get a few million for you.”
“Well I hate to tell you, but my husband and I split up tonight. He wouldn’t give you all his good leather boots for me. But if it’s money you want…I have a credit card with no limit.”
He’s thoughtful for a few minutes.
Finally he growls, “I don’t fucking believe you.”
“We had a fight,” I roll my eyes. “It’s over. He was getting handsy with his ex.”
The man laughs and leans back against the sink. “Maybe I should just kill you now.”
“You could,” I murmur.
Carla interjects, “Baby let’s get the credit card first. Unlimited…rich people don’t even watch their credit accounts.”
“If I’m dead though I can’t tell you how to access the money,” I say.
A lightbulb must burst inside of Mateo’s head.
“Rich Bitch has a point,” he mutters. “Fuck baby, all this shit is making me so fucking hot.”
“Me too,” Carla croons and shoots me a look.
This must be the part where I’m supposed to feel jealous…
Girl if you don’t get the fuck out my face,I think.
They start kissing and I fear they might start fucking on top of the nasty ass looking sink. Mateo stops and comes over with a roll of duct tape and retapes by mouth.
“Can’t have you screaming while I’m fucking my baby mama,” he shrugs.
If I hear him say baby mama one more time,I roll my eyes.
They resume making out like two idiot fucking teenagers. Moments tick by before they maneuver out of the bathroom and I’m alone again.
At least the smell is some what bareable.
That has to be piss and trash, I think wondering what apartment complex I’m in exactly.
I begin to work out a plan.
