She slept like an angel.
Her body was spread out in the trunk like an angel with her arms stretched wide like wings. Even her chest barely moved with her breaths. So ethereal. So beautiful.
Shank reached in and lifted her easily from the trunk. She remained limp in his arms. He was sorry to see tear tracks down her cheeks. She must have been sad to wake up in the trunk. He had heard her screams, which is how he knew she was better off in there. He couldn't have her distracting him while he was driving.
She just needed more angel dust. Then she could belong to him like she was always meant to. He should have taken her years ago, before that f*****g mobster came sniffing around. Instead, he'd gone back to his gang and given them the years they'd demanded. Bided his time until he was free.
