Flipping to the last page, I remove two recent photographs. The first, Manuel de la Garza, Christine’s longtime errand boy. He was still tied to the chair in that one, sans head, but at least it was near him, on his lap actually. The second was just a torso really, Dwight Greene, one of Kyla’s top lieutenants. We were still looking for the rest of him. I felt my shoulders tense when she lifted her hands up spreading them flat against the table’s glossy surface. Leaning forward, she hung her head, shaking a smattering of little red dots from her nose. Using an index finger, she spread them carefully, smudging out large block letters. Ashley smiled proudly when she was done, leaning back on the hind legs of her metal chair, arms crossed. Open mouthed, I read the words again, realizing with a start that she’d printed them upside down, just for me. FUCK YOU. Christ. The words slipped out before I could stop them, “Your mother must be so proud.”

That look in her eyes was back. Brown eyes bored into my blue, waiting until she was certain I was there, all there, hers completely. It begin painfully slow, her caress like gaze started at my roots, digging sensually through long, tangled blonde locks until it met the flushed skin of my neck. When Ashley’s tongue appeared, darting to wet rose tinted lips, I knew exactly what she was thinking. I could feel her sucking me, tasting my pounding heart, her hands moving between us, sending buttons flying. Her lips would never leave my throat. It would be rough and hard, my back against a wall, a table, pushed over a couch, legs spread wide. There wouldn’t be time to remove anything, it would all be jerked aside, ripped open, torn off. With darkened eyes, she told me she’d fuck me first. That it’d be the best fuck of my pitiful life and the last. My body responded on my behalf, arching forward to meet her over the table’s center. Her startlingly husky voice whispered intimately, this moment was only for the two of us to share. My smile fell slightly as she continued, but somehow I manged to keep it plastered on my face. When the door opened and her attorney entered, I still couldn’t meet her eyes.