“The sugar and creamer packets are right there.” Trikk points to the center of the table.
He takes my hand, sensing my frazzled state.
“It’s okay, Bambi. I get it. No need to ever be embarrassed, alright?”
“Thanks, Trikk.” I beam a high watt smile at him.
Damn I love this man.
The food arrives after just a few minutes, and we both tuck in without much conversation.
I moan in appreciation. The pancakes are delicious—the bacon crisp.
“I still love your pancakes the best,” I tell him.
Trikk kisses my hand, and I smile softly.
We finish our food, and he pays the bill.
I get up and stretch, my belly uncomfortably full. “Thanks for this.”
“Anything for you, my girl.” Trikk motions toward the door.
We head out back to the car.
We’re mid-conversation when suddenly, someone claps Trikk’s back hard enough I hear the sound of it. I turn with a frown just in time to see his face pale as he slides to the ground.
“What the fuck?” I yell just as some random guy comes right up to me, throwing his arm over my shoulders.
“Don’t say a fucking word or else,” he whispers in my ear.
I feel something hard jammed into my side, and I realize it must be a gun, or knife.
He confirms the former when he says, “Don’t make me shoot you.”
“What did you do to my boyfriend?” I demand.
“Relax, Little Bird. I just knocked him out. He'll be fine. Now—walk with me.”
Wait a damn minute... Little Bird?
No—there's no fucking way. Please, God, don’t let this be...
He chuckles, and I go cold.
“Miss me?” The asshole Demon mask smirks, a glint in his eye.
“You motherfucker! Where’s your mask, and your buddies? Asshole.”
“Now, now, Little Bird. I suggest you behave.” He shoves me forward next to a medium-sized black car with dark windows. “Get in. Now.”
I whirl around. “I am not going back to that hellhole! You'll have to kill me first!”
He laughs again. “I’m not taking you there. We're going somewhere special. Just you and me.”
“Kiss my hot-peppered ass, Demon mask,” I snarl.
Demon opens the back door, practically throwing me inside.
