His eyes scanned, and then they landed on me.
He came toward me and took in my body, and asked, “You're okay?”
I slammed my palms into his chest and shouted, “Have you lost your goddamned mind?”
“Oh shit,” I heard a man say.
“She just touched him,” I heard a woman mumble.
“Who the fuck is that?” I heard a man hiss.
“Get ready,” I heard a man warn.
“He’s going to blow,” I heard a man mutter.
Ripper glared down at me, “What the fuck are you talking about now?”
I felt my temper snap, and then... I reared my arm back and slapped the left side of his face with every ounce of anger I held in my body towards this man.
“Fucking hell!” I heard a man swear.
His head whipped to the side.
“I lost my mind when I gave you my heart at fifteen... and you’ve done nothing but trample on it,” I whispered brokenly.
“Is that Creedence?” I heard a man ask.
“Oh yeah. That’s her. Think anyone else he’d let get close to him?” I heard a man remark.
Tears hit my eyes then, “Why?”
He winced, then, carefully, he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me into his body. “The Tahoe.”
“Yeah, I’d say that’s her. She’s the only person he’d touch.” I heard a man say.
“Yes, the fucking Tahoe, damnit, Ripper,” I growled.
“Your car wasn’t reliable anymore. And after yesterday, I needed you in something safer. Please, for me, give on this.”
I sighed, “You’re an asshole.”
He smirked, “I know. But I’m your asshole.”
I glared up at him, “I’m rethinking that.”
He chuckled. “No. You're not.”
“He actually chuckled,” I heard a man say.
I growled, then I sighed, “She is pretty.”
“Not as pretty as you,” he said, then pressed a tender kiss on my forehead.
“How much longer will you be?” I asked.
He shrugged, “I don’t know.”
I nodded, “Take me with you.”
