Chapter 57 caught in your own trapGod no!
What do I do?
That is a f*****g stupid question.
Get your s**t off the f*****g floor, Jenna, and save your husband.
"Hey f**k head." Luke turns to me as I call for his attention. "I suggest you drop that gun."
He bursts out in a rumble of laughter, "God, if this were not, so such a f****d up the mess, I would say that is fucken hot."
My body stiffens as I cringe at hearing his words, "You a sick fuck."
"What happened to monster?" His rumble becomes even scarier than before.
But I am not about to back down, "Just drop the god damn gun."
"Baby," he but only give me some wicked smile on his face. "By the time you get that safety off, I would have blown his brains all over the pole."
Fuck. I knew I forgot something
Not a bit startled by his
