Page 21 of Twisted Diaries of a Monster Groupie
Dear Diary,
Maybe I’m not crazy. Maybe I just need someone to fight for me. And you know what? I think he is.
XOXO – Roxy
A few days later they were back in Florida, morning sunlight filtered through the kitchen window where Roxy sat at the table, stirring her coffee. Across from her, Acid took a slow sip, his gaze fixed on a bug on the wall. The premiere events ended in hours of lovemaking once back at his LA mansion, but now they had more pressing matters to address in her little home on the outskirts of town.
“I think it’s a good plan.”
Acid set his cup down with a quiet clink, leaning back in his chair as he raked his fingers through his hair with asigh. “It’s a kamikaze mission, Roxy.”
“Well, we haven’t come up with anything else. I prefer my boyfriend not be on the chopping block and I pimped out to create evil monsters for the mob.”
“ Awe , boyfriend. That’s cute.”
“Shut up,” she huffed, throwing a napkin at him.
“Fine. Donnie’s not gonna stop, and we need to hit them before they hit us.”
“Do you think Carl’s okay with playing the patsy for us?”
“He doesn’t have a choice thinks to that chip. Plus, he’s scared of you.” He paused, his smile growing. “Can’t say I blame him. We both know you’d shut him off, or worse. You’d take his money away and turn him into a used car salesman or something. He’d be miserable.”
“ Nah . I’d turn him into an exterminator. He can hang out with the roaches and vermin. His crusty ass would fit in perfectly.”
The plan was to lure the loan sharks to Acid’s Florida mansion using Carl as bait. Simple and to the point. The only worry was they needed Donnie’s crew to believe Carl would sell Acid out again, andthen they’d catch them off-guard when they came to collect. Not too hard considering Carl was already known as a sell-out.
“We’ll make it look like things have cooled down first. Give it a week andlet them get comfortable. By the time they come knocking, they’ll walk right into the trap.”
Roxy’s lips curled into a wicked grin. “I can’t wait to see their faces when they realize they’ve been played. I’m sort of excited to see what’s going on in Donnie’s brain and tinker around a bit.”
“You’re so weird.”
“You like weird.”
“I do.” He winked.
They spent the next hour fleshing out the details, going over how they’d stage Carl’s betrayal and take down Donnie’s crew one final blow.
As always with Roxy, the gears of her mind never stopped turning, even after they’d laid out their scheme. She wondered if Acid would forget all about his punk princess. “After this is done, what then?”
“What do you mean?”
“You’ve got a big, fancy house in Florida and one in LA,” she said sadly, swirling her coffee around in the cup. “I guess you plan to go back and live a normal life, huh?”
Acid chuckled, leaning forward. “Normal? Roxy, when have I ever done anything normal? Or do you mean will I do it with you?”
She said nothing and that spoke volumes.
He felt his heart tugging at him, longing for her now more than ever. “Baby girl, I’m not going anywhere. You’re my girl now. Besides, the whole world is talking about Acid Green dating the one and only Roxy Malone, daughter of the world-renowned mad scientist.”
“I guess.”
Seeing her sad eyes, he had to do something to show her this wasn’t just a fling. “Tell you what. Why don’t I make reservations for dinner?”
“People will see us.”
“That’s the idea. I can’t get it through your head I’m all in, so I’ll prove it. I don’t date, Roxy. Everyone knows that. If I have to prove to the world you’re my girl, so be it.”
“It’s not the same as a premier, Acid. It’s more… intimate.”
“Right.” Reaching for her hand he could feel her tremble. “Is it that hard to believe someone cares for you? Have you been so damaged by everyone around you that you can’t believe this is real?”
“You’ll leave me. Everyone who loves me always does.”
“I love you, and you tried to kidnap my green ass. That should count for something.”
She giggled. “Fine. Date night. Don’t make me regret this.”
Kissing her knuckles he gave a nod. “Scouts honor.”