Free Divine Charity by Heather Rainier

growled in frustration as he stopped to wipe his greasy brow. He wanted a shower and something to eat before he got to work. No, first he wanted to beat the fucking shit out of the bitch that had given him the slip and proved how disloyal she was by testifying against him. Then he wanted a fuck. Then shower and food. And a beer. He grinned. That’d be perfect.
    A truly disturbing thought occurred to him as he worked. Looking forward to all those things should’ve made him bone-hard but he’d felt only a slight tingle. His cock hadn’t been acting like normal lately and he was beginning to wonder if that wasn’t related to his disfigurement. He’d been able to get it up after he’d healed from the attack in jail and he’d figured he would just shoot blanks from then on but now he was starting to wonder.
    He’d stayed off the roads since getting free of that dumb-ass sheriff’s deputy during a bathroom break. It was the dumb fuck’s own fault that his throat was cut and all his blood now soaked the asphalt outside that old gas station’s men’s room in some godforsaken stinking town in Southern Louisiana. He’d found his way to the interstate and laid low at a travel stop until he got lucky and stowed away on an eighteen-wheeler headed west in the middle of the night, when all the weigh stations would be closed. The truck hit Houston well before dawn and he jumped off at a traffic stop with the driver completely unaware of how he’d helped him.
    It’d taken him a good two hours to find her place. All he could do was pray she was still at the address he’d taken her from before. Second time’s a charm .
    Something finally clicked inside the lock and the knob turned for him. “Hell yes.” Glancing up and down the hallway, he silently slipped inside.
    He grinned when he recognized the layout of furniture and the same pictures on her walls. He wanted to jump up and down and do a victory dance but he restrained himself. If his luck held out, she was sound asleep in her cushy bed, waiting for him.
    Baby, baby, baby. Do I have a surprise for you.
    Two minutes later, white hot with fury, he was nearly unable to refrain from exploding. She was gone. With his kid. His life was shit because of her. Because of her and her big mouth he had no nuts. His focus had narrowed to one fact. He wanted his kid, since he could have no others. She had to be nearly done being pregnant with it and he’d find her and take it. Even if that meant cutting it from her. That kid was his seed. He’d do what it took.
    He looked around once his vision cleared and began to think. Signs of a break-in would put her on alert. If she was just out of town, her landlord would let her know if someone trashed her place. He was smart. She’d never know. Never suspect, until it was too late. His daddy hadn’t raised him to be no dummy. He’d done a good job on Trevor all on his own, same as Trevor would on his kid. No mouthy bitch needed for that job.
    He made himself a double-decker sandwich with extra mayo on a sub roll, the extra creamy kind he especially liked with his favorite kind of bread. Yeah, him and his bitch were a perfect match. He ate up, drank two of her sodas since she didn’t have any damn beer, and then took a shower in her bathroom, using her bodywash and her shampoo, and her bath sponge. He changed into the clothing he’d found earlier in a clothes dryer on some poor schmuck’s back porch. It’d been pure undeniable luck that the clothing was in a size that’d fit him.
    He cleaned up his mess in the kitchen and the bathroom so she’d never know he was there, at least not as long as she didn’t count her slices of bread or lunch meat. Like the careful sleuth he was, he went about her apartment, delving in here and there, searching for clues to her whereabouts. He’d almost been ready to give up when he noticed the intermittent, flashing light on her desktop computer.
    “Well, hello there.” With any luck there was no