Something For Sunday

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Something from the WIP (Desiree is NOT the heroine and this is not edited 😀 ):
Nico sank down on the side of the bed, the soft give of the mattress tempting him to stretch out beside Desiree, but he was determined to wait until the others returned.

She shook her head and turned away. “No more, please. It tastes like Satan’s shit.”

“You have to.”

With a little help from Nico and every one of his bed pillows, she managed to sit up. “How’d it go out there?”

“That little son of a whore is dead.” While he spoon fed her more medicine, he filled her in on everything she’d missed. “Do you remember seeing him talking to anyone?”

“Do you remember anything else, Desiree. Anything at all?”

She closed her eyes and wet her lips with the tip of her tongue. Nico waited so long for a response, he thought she’d fallen asleep again.

“Get me a mirror.”

He’d killed a man for her tonight and she was worried about how she looked.  If he hadn’t been so tired, Nico would have laughed at her vanity. “Not until you answer the question.”

“He was standing at the bar all by himself.  He played me.” She rolled her eyes. “He played me…and I fell for it.  Sweet Hell.  If I hadn’t been so greedy.  Maybe you should have let me die.”

9 thoughts on “Something For Sunday

  1. Had to get up in the middle of the night to take a decongestant. I think what I took was the same stuff being forced on Desiree

  2. Katie…yes shit LOL

    Cyndi…bless ur heart! Donald’s got it too but he was too lazy to take a claritin before we went to the movie

  3. TRACY!!!!!!!!!! She lives!! OMG how are you girl? LOL how’s that puddin-baby

    I’ve just been a really bad blogger 😀