GrishamFuck. That was not how I wanted that to go. I wanted Tanzie to stay inside. I wanted Kit and his men to leave unsure of whether she was here or not. Then I could have toyed with them, worked more of an angle.
But f*****g Spree, hopped up on whatever, had to bring her out and force my hand. When we say we’ve laid claim to someone, we need to mean it. And I’ve played Mr. Nice Guy with this woman for long enough.
We head into the bedroom. I shut the door and order her to shower. She starts to protest, but when she sees whatever sour expression I’m sporting, she shuts her trap. She starts the water, undresses, and gets inside.
I watch her through the glass door like some creep. She doesn’t seem to mind, though, as she makes a show of soaping her body, spending a good amount of time b
