Chapter Thirty-three
Butch gave her a look of despondency. “Christ, fuckin’ look at you. You’re ‘bout as attractive as a bag lady with a case of the syph. And besides, I’m saving the mayonnaise for my Precious.”He checked his watch. “Almost time for dinner,”he announced to his men, “but time enough for a drink. You guys join me on the crew-boat for beer. That’ll give the women time to set up the tables and dispose of Alison’s body.
Alison jolted. “Butch?”
“Grab her,”he said with a ghoulish grin.
Alison crumpled forward. “No Butch...”she pleaded. After what he had forced her to do, what she had done. And now this. To lose everything. It was more than any woman should be forced to endure and with the blood rushing in her ears, Alison collapsed, sprawling in a heap of quivering self-pity.
