Dark Needs(23)

I sat back on my rolling stool and put my head in my hands.

I had a massive f*cking headache.

It was supposed to be my coming home party, and earlier in the evening I was ready to snort blow of the tits of strippers, but now? Now I just wanted a good nights sleep and these f*cking people to get the f*ck out of my house.

“You okay, boss-man?” Preppy asked, his head peeking through the opening of the door.

I gestured to the unconscious girl in the chair. “Come get this bitch out of here.” I ran my hand through my hair. “And turn this shit down!”

“You got it.” Preppy slid past me and didn’t question the half naked girl on the table. He hoisted her limp body over his shoulder in one easy movement and made his way back out into the hallway. The unconscious girl’s arms flailed around on his back, smacking against random people with each step. Before he could get too far, he turned back to me. “You done with this?” he asked. I could barley hear him over the music, but I could read his lips. He gestured with his chin to the brunette on his shoulder, a child-like grin on his face.

I nodded and Preppy smiled like I’d just told him he could have a puppy, disappearing through the crowd.

Sick f*ck.

I loved that kid.

I closed the door, grabbed my gun and knife from the bottom drawer of the tool box I kept my tattoo equipment in, sheathing my knife in my boot and my gun in the waistband of my jeans.

I shook my head from side to side to clear away the haze, prison will do that to you. I hadn’t had a good night sleep in three years. Three f*cking years sleeping with one eye open in a prison full of people I’ve made both friends and enemies with over the years.

It was time to keep some of those friends.

Sleep could wait. It was time to party with the bikers. I’d been avoiding doing business with them in any capacity for years. In the past they’ve been sloppy, slow, and a hindrance. If I didn’t need them so f*cking badly I wouldn’t have even bothered. Money used to be something disposable for me, something I just used to fund my ‘I don’t give a f*ck’ lifestyle. But now?

Now I needed it.

A lot of it.

And very f*cking soon.





ABOUT THE AUTHOR


T.M. Frazier resides in sunny Southwest Florida with her husband and young daughter. When she's not writing she loves talking to her readers, country music, reading, and traveling. Her debut novel, The Dark Light of Day was published in September of 2013. Dark Needs, a companion novella to The Dark Light of Day was published in February of 2015. She is currently working on her next title, KING. Visit her at www.tmfrazier.com or email her [email protected]