“Yes?” I asked.
I saw her stick her hand up into the air. “Can you come here?”
I nodded, motioning for Troop to get up so I could sit down. He leapt off the bed, standing next to Dutch who was practically vibrating with the same anger that bubbled my blood in its veins. I sat on the edge of the bed. I placed my hand on the other side of her body, hovering over her in the hopes that my presence made her feel safer.
And as she turned onto her back, I knew what she was going to say before she even said it.
“I’m sorry,” she said softly.
I picked up the ice pack and held it to her delicate cheek. “We’ll bring back some dinner and we can eat out on the back porch. Watch the sunset. How does that sound?”
“Do we have to talk?”
I shook my head. “Not if you don’t want to.”
She turned back onto her side, her back toward me. “That sounds nice.”
I nodded as I stood. “Guys? Upstairs. Now.”
“We’re just going to leave her here? Alone?” Troop asked.
“I want to be alone for a little while. It’s why I went to the bar. So, if I could get it now, that would be nice,” Naomi said plainly.
“You heard the woman,” I said as I thumbed over my shoulder. “Let’s go.”
It took us no time at all to scale those stairs. I had to do something. I had to move around. Get out of the house. Track down that slimy motherfucker and chop his head right off his fucking shoulders after I relieved him of his pathetic little dick. I needed to do something with this energy. With this anger I couldn’t abate.
“Bury!” I exclaimed.
He came soaring through the front door. “How is she?”
“About as good as you can expect,” I said as Dutch and Troop gathered around us.
“Your orders?” Bury asked.
My face hardened into stone. “Find him and bring him to the warehouse.”
“Well, he’s already in the trunk,” Bury said with a straight face. “Want me to get him set up for you?”
I peered around his body and watched as the car buoyed around on its chassis.
“Good work,” I said as I brushed past him, “we’ll take it from here.”
* * *
“Help! Somebody, help me! Anyone! Heeeeelp!”
Troop dragged the man out of the trunk, kicking and screaming like the pussy he really was. If he thought for one second he was ever going to be good enough for a woman like Naomi, he had another thing coming. He was nothing but a spineless rat bastard that didn’t know his asshole from his dickhole.
Dutch propped open the door to the warehouse as Troop dragged the walking dead man inside.
“Where to?” Troop asked.
“The hook,” I said plainly.
That made Dutch smile. “My favorite.
“No! Please! I’ll do anything. Anything! Just let me gooooooo!”
