Free Luna Tick: A Sunshine Novel by Angie Merriam Page A

she wearing a wire? Oh fuck! How could I have been so fucking blind? She's spying for them. I looked up at her, unable to hide the venom that's ready to spew at any second.
    "What's wrong? Did I say something wrong?" she asked, her voice even and her hands steady. I stared into her eyes, trying to pull the truth from them. I couldn’t tell. She had a blank face. Her normal soft and loving expression was gone, but what replaced it I couldn’t tell. Was she as mad as I was? Was it possible I married a psychopath? Or, was she a great fucking actress? The best? Oscar winning. I couldn’t tell, dammit.
    "Get up," I ordered, standing above her. She looked up at me, her soft blue eyes now icy and sharp. I expected to see fear, but fear wasn’t there. Anger maybe.
    "Why?" she challenged.
    "Stand the fuck up, Michelle. NOW!" I didn’t scream but my tone was firm, almost growl-like. She stood up, face to face with me.
    "Happy now?"
    "Not yet," I growled before taking hold of her arms, applying rough pressure with my fingers. She didn’t flinch. I hastily removed my hands from her arms and ripped her shirt off, looking for a wire. Nothing. Then her pants. She let me. She just stood there unmoving. Once I had her stripped down to nothing, she still just stood there watching me. I inspected her body and found nothing.
    "You done?" she asked. Crimson slowly seeping under her skin.
    "You a snitch?" I finally asked point blank. My mind was spinning. This was too much. Keeping my own secret was hard. Keeping myself in line was hard, nearly impossible. Now I had to think about her. About her knowing. Judging. Not judging. Either way she was never supposed to know, at least not until I was being hauled off in cuffs. Seconds pass before her hand comes up and connects with my jaw. Anger flashed across her eyes.
    "After all I've done for you! After all the years I've waited here, alone, while you were out fucking and killing whores! All these years I've kept your secret and you have the nerve to call me a snitch now? Have you lost your damn mind?" she screamed at me.
    "How can you possibly still want to be with me? Fuck, how do you even look at me without disgust? I can barely look at myself."
    "I already told you, I love you! All of you! Even your dark parts and I said for better or worse and meant it! Don’t you ever fucking accuse me of being a snitch or loving you less than I do. I have sacrificed so much in an attempt to let you be who you need to be, don't be a dick now!" She was screaming, her voice so full of contempt. Her face was hard, furious. I had never seen her more angry. I had never seen her more beautiful. I wonder if it was possible that I had fallen in love with her. I didn’t think it was possible after Shannon. Didn't think my heart was big enough for Shannon's memory and the darkness that took over more and more every day. Standing there looking at her, maybe I was wrong. I felt things for her. Maybe it was her accepting. Maybe it was her own darkness bleeding through her normal sweet exterior. Whatever it is I was enamored and fucking turned on by her.
    Without thought I grabbed her, ignoring her flailing arms fighting me. No tears were falling but the hurt I’d inflicted and the anger I'd incited was evident, rolling off of her. I crashed my mouth into hers, instantly seizing the words that she'd been throwing at me. Curse words flew out of her pretty little mouth. Words I'd never heard her say. I shoved my tongue into her mouth, shutting her up and began a furious dance with her tongue. My hands knotted themselves in her hair, crushing her face to mine. My dick grew with the first organic hard on I've had since Shannon. My dick stood at attention when I was killing and when I willed it too to be a good husband, but I haven't been truly turned on, passionately, in so long.
    She tried to protest my kiss in retaliation, but it didn't take long before her tongue began to reciprocate. Her tense body melted into mine. I