“No one is going to kill you, Asa. For the rest of your life, every time you close your eyes in that prison cell, I want you to see me. With Luke. Being fucked by Luke. Marrying Luke. Having Luke’s babies.”
She leans in closer until I can smell the sex on her. She’s whispering when she looks me dead in the eyes and says, “And every year on April 20th, my beautiful family will be celebrating your birthday with a big, huge, delicious coconut cake, you sorry fucking bastard.”
She stands up and grabs Luke’s hand. He wraps his arm around her and holds her while the door swings open.
Guns are drawn.
Pointed at me.
But all I see is Sloan.
The whore is fucking smiling, and it’s all I see.
The end.