– Laura –
I woke up to gunshots. Or something that sounded like them.
Whatever it was, I still didn't have the energy to get up—not after last night's heat session. Two horny best friends crossed a line. No protection. Just recklessness and lust.
I did take my morning-after pill today. But no—starting now, he's putting on that damn protection. I'm not risking it again.
Another loud bang. Definitely a shotgun this time.
I groaned, slipped out of bed, and pulled on my robe, making my way to the window.
There she was. My sister. The whitest of us all, sitting pretty at the garden table like it was a tea party—except, instead of sipping tea, she and her husband were playing with the bastard from last night. And yes, with a shotgun.
"Damien!" I shouted, startling him awake.
"Hm?" he mumbled, groggy and half-asleep.
"Look at those two! They're savages! They're torturing that poor man!"
