Monster 12

Monster

Padding bare chested and barefoot into the kitchen early the next morning, I was surprised to find Fang nursing a cup of coffee and a face like an angry bear. He raised his head as I entered the room.

Hansel appeared directly behind me, still in the clothes he was wearing the previous night, and chuckled. “Uh-oh, someone’s in trouble.”

I shot him a look of disdain. Hansel was a good man, deep, deep down, but the last few weeks he had begun to get on my nerves. It was like he was purposely looking for a fight with me. Or maybe it was simply that his life was so out of control that it made me want to rip my own teeth out.

“Morning.” I headed towards the coffee pot. If Fang was there to rip me a new one - and it was obvious he was - then I wanted caffeine first.

“I thought I said to get rid of her.” As always, Fang was straight to business. “Not fuck her.”

“You said take care of it and I did.” I couldn't help the grin that spread across my face.

“Fuck’s sake, Monster, that gir