Page 401 of Hell Hath No Fury
With my subtle retreat, Green Eyes’ expression saddened.
From over the phone, I heard car doors slamming shut and wheels screeching. As my dad raced toward my location, he growled, “Listen here, you hoity-toity bitch, you better keep him alive or you and your fancy boat will be at the bottom of an ocean.”
Sadness disappearing, her jaw locked, and I’ll be damned if it wasn’t the hottest thing I’d ever seen. With angered determination, she told my pops, “Listenhere, you leathered old man who probably reeks of tobacco—”
Oh, I could totally go for a smoke right now.
Weakly, I attempted to unroll my cut to grab my pack of cigarettes but failed because my dad had pissed off the girl who was now shoving my cut back against my wound.
She complained to me, “Tell me you werenotjust looking for a cigarette.”
I didn’t even have a chance to answer before Pops roared, “If my son wants a goddamn smoke, he can have a goddamn smoke!”
Green Eyes was having none of my dad’s insolence. “I don’t give two shits if your son wants to puff on enough ‘smokes’ to kill him before the hole in his gut does, you exhaust pipe sniffing moron, but they’re soaked in his blood. I happen to thinknowis not the best time to go buy him a fresh pack. Don’t you agree? Or would you prefer I leave him unattended and run to the closest market?”
There was a moment of silence before Pops finally replied, “Is my son going to be alive when I get there?” He sounded… scared.
Aw, Pops. I’m fine—
Tap. Tap.My eyes opened when feeling the light smacks to my face.
Green Eyes now had true fear showing on her face. Was it worry for me, or the fact that she had blood on her and would be found with a dead body if I didn’t pull my shit together? I didn’t know, but her voice was determined again when she asked my dad, “How long before you get here?”
“Thirty minutes tops.”
She studied me, then nodded, answering, “Make it twenty-five,” and hung up. Putting her phone away, she told me, “Please live. That man obviously adores you.”
Barely able, I patted my chest and teased, “Do you blame him?”
That seemed to annoy her. “Stop smiling like that.”
Slumped back against the wall, I tried to be my normal, egotistical self. “Why? Makes you want to kiss me?” Off the wall comment? Absolutely. But I had just heard fear in my father’s voice—something I’ve never heard before. Now I knew I was fading away. To help fight the demons calling me home, I needed a distraction. This beauty, Green Eyes, was just that.
Once recovered from the shock of my arrogance, she held up her hand, which was covered in my blood. “Oh, yes,thismakes me want to kiss your beautiful mouth.”
Confident she was busted, I lifted a brow. “Beautiful?”
She quickly corrected, “You’ve lost a considerable amount of blood. It’s making you hear things—”
“If these are my last moments on Earth, I want a sample of Heaven before I’m sent to Hell.”
Now it was her shoulders that slumped. “Hell? You sure that’s where you’d be going?”
I instantly became lonely with the thought. I wasn’t sure if either even existed, but if they did, I was sure God wouldn’t want me. As I sat on the bucket, facing death, I realized it was too late to redeem myself. “Yeah… I’m pretty sure that’s where I’m headed.”
Sympathy crossed her perfect face, one that I was sure belonged to an angel. She took a firm hold of my hand. “From what I’ve seen so far, you’re only guilty of being a little big-headed.”
Her lips were full, but not overly so. Just enough to promise softness when I—
“Knock it off, VP.”
Yes, wonderful distraction… I smiled. “Come on. One kiss.”
She huffed. “If I get caught kissing you, the next hole you receive will be in your head.”
Pfft!“I can handle myself.”
She stood while inspecting the room we were in. “Oh, yes, you’re handling yourself just fine. I’m only in here because I want to get up close and personal with a mop.”
