Women are strange fuckers; that's all I'm saying. She came running into the house like a bat out of hell after hours of shopping, with not one bag in her hand. I started to ask her what the f**k they'd done all day until I got a look at her face. Terror! What the f**k? I automatically went into fight mode until her next words stopped me cold.
"Colt I think I killed someone."
"What the f**k?" I grabbed her to me because she started shaking like a leaf.
"Baby calm down what the hell happened?"
All she did was point back out the door. I passed her the baby who'd woken up less than ten minutes after I put her in her crib and went outside with my heart in my throat. What the f**k did she mean killed someone? My mind was already in clean up mode.
Fuck me there was a body under the front whe
