DERRIK POV:
[WARNING: CRUDE CONTENT UP AHEAD. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.]
It was early when I arrived back at Pandora's and I frowned seeing the car was still there. "Maybe falling down the stairs hurt her badly and she's just lying there," my mind said, giving me hope.
Quietly, I walked into the house and I jumped seeing a guy in his boxers and t-shirt looking at me.
"Hey there, Pandora is still sleeping. She had a bad night," he said.
My eyes seemed to move from his face to his arms as I took in the tattoos. I knew this was the guy I spoke to with the kickass motorcycle. I knew she was a w***e, but this guy was a lowlife.
Maybe I should inform the children's service social workers of the kind of people she was hanging out with. Once they saw this prick, they would take her bastard chil
