Chapter 12 c Cost

Aster rolled her eyes and turned her head toward Iggy. “Good morning handsome,” she yawned. “You slept for two days, almost.”

Iggy nodded slightly, acknowledging that she was correct, yet resisted the urge to demonstrate how good he felt about it. “I needed it,” he admitted. “I had a hard week.”

“Ahhh…” Lot turned off the TV. “So, that’s what you were ripping people apart for? A little stress relief, huh? Well, I gotta say that I’m feeling really stressed out right now, and you promised us a good time.”

Iggy lifted his chin. “What do you mean?”

“While you slept in-” Lot smacked his lips “-we guarded your sweet baby ass, and your end of the deal was that you’d show us a good time when you woke up.”

Aster smiled. “I’ve had my eye on this lil’ old lady in the rurals for weeks now. She’d never see us coming. So, how about you show us how someone of your status tears into flesh?”