Page 25 of Unravelling The Beast

"Come on, when was the last time you had some decent fucking pussy?"

I tighten my teeth and continue to ignore him.

"You still haven't moved on from Bridget, have you?"

My cold eyes meet him in an instant, and I glare, causing him to lift his brows.

"Holy fucking shit. You're not fucking pussy; that's why you're always a miserable bastard

who never wants to party!"

I sound a warning tone at the motherfucker.

"Shut the fuck up, Cash."

"But..."

"No fucking buts! She was my fucking wife!"

"Yet she's fucking dead, Arlo."

I flick out my knife from my sleeve without warning and swiftly place it firmly against his neck while driving with one hand.

"You say one more fucking thing, and I'll kill you, cunt."

He gives me an evil sneer like the devil, and I look between him and the road to make sure he doesn't dare say anything more stupid.

"Chill, brother, I just want to see you happy."

As I withdraw my knife, I flick it closed and slide it back up my sleeve while I pull my eyes toward the road ahead.

"Yeah, fucking right, you're a cold piece of shit just like me."

He chuckles before responding.

"You'll be pounding her pussy into oblivion in no fucking time. You can't live with that and fight the urge, unless you're suddenly gay."

I roll my eyes, tired of his shit.

"Can we just get on with the day and drop the fucking subject? I don't need advice from someone who is so fucking high all the time that he doesn't even know what day it is."

I hear him snort a key of cocaine up his nose beside me before he speaks.

"Let's fucking do this.”

As it turns late in the evening on a Saturday, I step under the hot water of the shower and gently pull the film off my tattoo before throwing it onto the floor.

I let the water fall on it to clean it, but I leave the area soap-free as recommended online, and then I get out of the shower once I'm finished.

I wrap a towel around myself and stand in front of the mirror, thinking about the man Arlo left with today. I'm not sure who he was, but he gave me the chills.

He was oddly handsome, but there was something strange about him. The vibes bothered me more than they did when I met Arlo.

Who knows? Maybe he works with him, or he is a family member.

After I've dried off, I slip on thin white lace panties and a bra to match before sliding on a long, see-through white robe with a feathery trim on the bottom and tying it around my waist.

I start to wonder if Arlo is home yet since I'll need fresh film to cover up my tattoo.

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