“Are you calling me fat alre–”
“What do you mean she wasn’t there?” I check. Alicia left here hours ago.
“I stopped by the house about half an hour ago, and she wasn’t there. Her car wasn’t there either, so I assumed she’d be here.”
“Fuck!” I take out my cell and try to call her, but she doesn’t pick up.
“Vike, relax, she probably went to the grocery store or somethin’.” Dev can see that I’m starting to freak out and releases his girl.
“Nah, something’s not right.” I rush out the door so I can get on my bike and check for myself that she’s home.
“Mom, we’re home,” Greaser calls through the house when he opens the door, and Iris immediately rushes from the kitchen to greet us.
“I’ve cleaned the place from top to bottom and made up the main bedroom for you both,” she tells us excitedly.
“What's going on?” I ask her, trying to ignore the fact that Greaser still has the barrel of his gun hidden behind my back and digging into my spine.
“Here, put her here.” Iris sits on the couch and taps the space beside her. ”Welcome home, my beautiful girl.” She fusses over her as Greaser shuffles me forward so he can carefully place Mia's car seat where she wants it.
“I’m so happy you changed your mind, Alicia, and we want you to know we aren’t going to hold what happened against you. You made a mistake, but you’ve rectified it now. We’re all going to be so happy here.” She starts to unbuckle Mia from her seat, and when I move to stop her, Greaser grabs my arm and digs the gun deeper into my flesh.
“There you are, look at you.” Iris holds her in her arms. “She could do with putting a little more weight on, but Grandma’s here to make sure Mommy feeds you properly, isn’t she?” She smothers Mia’s face with kisses.
“The room’s ready for you.” She smiles up at us. “Take all the time you need. I’ve got this little one.”
Greaser nods his head at her, and I stumble on my feet as he forces me toward the bedroom.
“Your mom thinks I’m here out of choice?” I whisper-yell at him as he closes the door behind us. All this feels far too surreal. It can’t be happening.
“My mom doesn’t know what day of the fuckin’ week it is when she’s off her meds,” he tells me, throwing me onto the bed.
“We need to talk,” he says, keeping the gun in his hand and looking oddly nervous.
“Okay, but I’d rather do it with Mia here with me; if your mom's off her med?—”
“Mom's fine, she’d never hurt her!” he yells at me, scratching his beard like he’s agitated. “And stop calling our daughter that, it’s not her name.”
I’m starting to wonder if Iris is the only person who hasn’t taken their meds. There's something different about Greaser; all the way here, he’s been ranting and not making any sense.
“I’m sorry, I’m just scared,” I admit, hoping I can play the pity card and stop anyone from getting hurt.
“You never have to be scared when you're with me.” He crouches down in front of me and uses the gun to stroke the hair out of my face. “Vike wants you to think I killed Raze; he wants them all to think it because he knows the only way to keep us apart is to make me dead.” His words come out fast and erratically.
“No, Greaser, he–”
“Don’t call me that. Call me Sid; you did once before, and I liked it.” He smiles so warmly it makes me shudder.
“Okay, Sid. Vike isn’t trying to make you dead.”
“He is…don’t lie for him. I fuckin’ heard him in our bedroom this mornin’. He’s gonna try to frame me for Raze’s murder, butI didn’t do it. I can prove I didn’t do it, but you're not gonna like what ya hear.”
“You heard? Greaser, you can’t hav–”
“Did you really think I’d leave the two of you alone?” He shakes his head at me and laughs, “Baby, I love you. I was never gonna leave you alone with him. I had to protect what's mine.” My body turns cold
“I saw the things he did to you. I watched you pretend you liked it because you had to, and it’s okay. I’m gonna make it all better.” His hand slides between my legs, groping my pussy and making me gasp.
“You’ve been watching? But how?”
