f***k, she really is just trying to focus on the shower. Otherwise, she'd be putting on a little show for us. Especially with her good mood and all. Yet, I'm still fu.cking hard from just looking at her.
"Otti made a deal with Uncle Mal," I muttered to Pierce. "I couldn't find you, but Uncle Mal did. He wanted something from me that I wasn't willing to tell Otti about."
"So, he got to her instead?" Pierce asked, confused.
"Nope, she got to him," I told him.
Pierce gave me a confused look, making me sigh. Otti didn't even spare us a glance before getting in the shower. She's the one that's caked in the blood the most anyway.
I wish she didn't look so fu.cking good behind the glass of the shower door though.
"Look, I'll quick about the sh.it you missed." I said. "Otti's stalker turned
