Chapter 208: In Her Own Backyard
"Eighteen?" sneered Dante. "Isn’t she only five? That is thirteen years from now. How are we going to have the supplies to take care of all of you? I didn’t see any sign of Bishop bringing in supplies while we were gone. In fact, in only a few months, Bishop managed to have three years’ worth of supplies walk out this door. I can’t afford to keep you here anymore."
"Please!" the woman cried out again; however, this time, she was loud enough to wake me up. "Please let me stay."
"Okay," I yawned as Tank slowly set me back on my feet. "You can stay," I continued with a smile as I walked up to the woman I had seen fucking Bishop on Dante’s couch. Yeah, I was really going to have to get rid of that thing as fast as possible.
Coming to a stop right in front of the happy family of three, I looked up at the woman and Bishop. I used to hate height differences where everyone was looking down at me, and I was stuck hurting my neck in order to look up, but today taught me a very important lesson.
Height didn’t equal dominance; power did. And I had enough power to knock these two to their knees...
"Thank you," replied the woman, nodding her head even as she smiled with just her mouth. Pushing her daughter forward a bit, she leaned forward and continued to stare at me even as she spoke. "Thank the nice little girl for letting you stay in your own bed tonight."
The smooth way she had said those words told me everything that I needed to know about the woman, and I hoped that she and Bishop had a long, happy life together. After all, a bitch deserved a bastard... right?
"Oh, no," I replied with a shake of my head. "I’m not the one who decides whether you stay or go... that’s Tink’s job."
There was a strangled sound coming from behind me, and I looked over my shoulder just in time to see my four men standing side by side, trying to choke back their laughter. Beau’s forearm was resting on Dante’s shoulder as Gluttony leaned on Pride, but even Tank and Chang Xuefeng seemed to fit in perfectly with the brothers.
"Who is Tink?" demanded Bishop, his face shifting in anger as he looked down at me. Long gone was the man who had made me dinner and watched movies with me. But wasn’t that just like life? One minute, you are friends, and then the next, you are being eaten by a gator.
I wondered if angels tasted like chicken? After all, they both have white wings and like to squawk about everything.
"Not so much as who as a what," chuckled Chang Xuefeng as he waved his hand. "He also isn’t known for really liking anyone but Hattie."