Chapter 7
Gabby
I dragged the nameless man down the hall and away from that wicked witch of a woman before I tugged him into her bedroom.
“Holy s**t!” I hissed, finally glancing back at him. “Future grandchildren? Are you saying that racist thing is your mother?”
He stepped up beside me and sent me an annoyed glance. “Not by choice, I assure you.”
“Wow.” I shook my head as I let go of his hand in order to hurry on toward the bathroom. “I mean, just wow. No wonder why I thought you were the devil. You’re Satan’s spawn.”
“Hmm. Original,” he murmured as he kept pace beside me, only to lift a finger in question. “Uh, where exactly are we going?”
“Shh.” I sent him a killer glare. “I left my clothes in her closet.”
“Well, well.” Stalling in the doorway of the closet as I entered so he co
