Chapter Fifty-seven
“You killed him?”Mickey was beside herself, looking at the two women who had presented themselves at her door to deliver the news.
Tyson lifted her hands in exasperation. “I didn’t hit him that hard, Mickey. Maybe he had a heart condition or something. I’ve seen it happen like that, before.”
“Yeah,”Cat chimed in. “Tyson laced him in the stomach, he keeled over, moaned something about saying how sorry he was for Rosa, his eyes rolled up and he was gone. Poof. All that muscle and the bastard couldn’t take a punch.”
Mickey buried her face into her hands. “What did I do to deserve this?”she mumbled. “So where is he now. Amy will need to take a look.”
“Oh-h,”Tyson said sheepishly.
Mickey dropped her hands. “Oh? You said, oh? What the f**k do you mean, oh…”
Cat shrugge
