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The air was thick with a nightly rainfall on the horizon. The taunting threat of a storm simmered an eerie scent of destruction. An intuition, if you will? Or maybe the universe was revealing a fortune no one should endure, especially Mia.
Both of my helpless eyes peered through the window of their home. Mia played over the piano, a familiar tune floating through space between us. Brown hair twisted lazily over her head, wearing only a white tee and plaid pajama shorts. Ollie walked through the living space sipping from a mug in one hand, holding a book in the other. The fool’s eyes glued to Mia before he dropped over their large couch and flipped open a book.
I should have left days ago, but had to make sure she was okay. It wasn’t like I was obsessed with the girl, but Masters was too delicate to satisfy and entertain her fierce mind from spiraling to the pits of boredom. I knew because Mia and I were the same. We weren’t designed for contentment or a life consisting of marriage, babies, work, and routine. And even though I was the only one who could free her wild mind and feed the desires burning inside her, she chose Masters.
Ollie spoke, but I couldn’t hear from here, and Mia turned to face him, a smile dazzling her features. She stood, walked over to Masters, and took his hand. The two disappeared from my view. I hadn’t realized how much time had passed with me watching like a creep until the lights went out, and a chill ran down my spine.
I bet he couldn’t fuck her like I could, and a laugh fell from my lips and onto the empty street, their mailbox my audience. Laughing, because all I could picture was Masters struggling to maneuver her parts during a lousy game of foreplay. Laughing, because he was inside with her this very moment, having the chance, and I was still standing out here in the cold.
My laughter died, and I made the half-mile journey back to my car. Mia was okay, and it was all I needed to make sure of. It took every bit of strength not to burst through their front door and tell her I was sorry for leaving her the way I did, but I’d already made my decision, and she made hers.
When I got into my car, my reflection in the rearview mirror greeted me.
Masters took me by surprise back at Foyles. I had been under the impression Foyles was a safe territory with his fans surrounding him. The last thing I’d expected was for him to launch at me in public and on display. Perhaps I underestimated the pussy all along, but that was the second, and last time I’d let him paint my face with his impressive fists. If he had taken what was mine, I’d probably attempt to kill him too, not even bothering with a fucking needle or hanging. I’d chop him up into pieces and spread them over New Forest National Park, where the wild animals could eat away the rest of him.
But Mia chose him, and I had to respect that.
She was never mine.
So, Masters was safe.
Dean, my best mate with co
I’d be free too.
“You should see this town, man. I’m positive this is where they snatched up the cast for the movie The Hills Have Eyes,” Dean said into the phone.
“Haven’t seen it,” I clipped out. I never watched the telly. It bored me.
“In any case, of all places, this is where Luke brings us. My brother has lost his fucking mind.”
Dean was still vague about who they were and what they did, but I had always rolled with the conversations and the little bits of information he fed me. He needed to vent, and I needed the distraction. “Sorry, man. How are we looking on time?” Dean needed to be here for Tommy’s escape, and I was going stir crazy being in the same town as Mia and Masters, itching to change my mind and take her back against her will. Seeing her only made me miss the chaos and challenge. My puppet. The warm side of my bed.
A heavy sigh came through the other end of the phone. “Depends on Luke.” Family came first. Dean’s one and only rule. If he weren’t doing me favors to make this mission a whole lot smoother, I’d do it myself. I needed Dean, and the lifespan of my monster were in the hands of his brother. Cheers. “Give me six months. I know it seems long, but trust me, man. Six months, and I’ll be on the red-eye coming your way. Keep yourself busy ‘til then.”
Suppressing a groan, I nodded as if he could see. “Six months. I’m counting on you, mate. If you’re not here in six months, you’ll be freeing two chaps from prison.”
“Six months. I’ll call you after the holidays to check in. Stay out of trouble.”
The phone disco
The bloke had a sense of humor, and I finally had a timeline to plan around.
But tonight, I wasn’t going to let Masters be the only one to smash. For over a year, Mia fucked with my head to the point I haven’t buried myself inside a fa
In six months, Mia Rose Jett would be nothing more than a memory.
In six months, Dean would be here, and we could finally free Tommy.
In six months, the monster would be gone.