Behind The Curve-The Farm | Book 3 | The Farm Craven Boyd (the reading list book .txt) 📖

her, but it was a close thing and she’d have a bruise. This woman was strong. Very. She didn’t have rippling muscles, but Angel had no doubt there was a lot of muscle under the fat.

“My name is Your Highness. You’re just some punk bitch who gets to sleep on the bottom.”

“Ok, Your Highness Twat Waffle, where the fuck is my stuff?” Angel’s redneck was starting to show but she kept her anger in check.

“What did you just call me?” The lady looked at the other two in disbelief. There had to be over a hundred- and fifty-pound advantage against Angelica, but the little one didn’t seem afraid of her.

“I called you a twat waffle. Now quick fucking with me, or I’m going to monkey stomp your fat ass so badly that you’ll be in traction.”

“Nobody…” she let her words trail off.

Angel ducked. The metal doorframe sang as the woman’s wild swing impacted where Angelica’s head had been half a second before. The little woman was already moving. Her knee caught the woman in the thigh. The muscle locked up a moment from the pain overload. She started to scream as the pain from her hand hit, but Angel was moving under her arm and behind her. She popped the woman in the base of the back with her elbow and pulled on a handful of spikes, bringing her head and neck back painfully.

Angelica used her hand, chopping once, then twice at the side of her neck. Her Highness Twat Waffle made a gasping sound and fell. Angel then very slowly used the side of her foot and heel to kick the woman every time she started to yell, sob loudly or cry out. She chose soft painful areas, getting both kidneys, the collar bone, the hands. She was almost ready to stop when one of the women who had been sitting on the bed got up suddenly.

Angel saw the movement out of the side of her eye and turned quickly, getting into a fighting stance, and moving out of grab or kick range of the other woman.

“You want some of this too?” she asked, hating how cliched that sounded.

“I just want to get out of here, you two scare the fuck out of me.”

“I…” Angelica turned back to the destroyed woman and took a deep breath, then blew it out before finishing. “I just want my stuff and to go to bed. As long as you don’t attack me, I’m like way no fucking danger to you guys. I just hate bullies.”

The woman who hadn’t gotten up spoke. “We do too. Um. Thank you, I guess?”

“She was fucking with you two also?” Angelica asked them.

“Yeah, they just moved her in today. She had us go to the other side of the room and she put your stuff up on her bunk against the wall.”

“Well, do you want your side of the room back?” Angel asked them. The woman who had been standing sat back down and looked at her friend. Then they turned back to her and nodded.

“Ok, I’ll help you get moved over. Just tell me where you want me to put my stuff.”

“Ok, um… sure. I’m Jill and this is April,” the one who had sat the whole time.

“Like I said earlier, I’m Angelica, but my friends call me Angel. I have a potty mouth, so it’s kind of an ironic name.”

“I can see that,” April said. “What about Scorpia?”

“Who’s… oh, her name is Scorpia?” Angel said, turning to the downed woman who was whimpering quietly now.

“That’s what she said.”

“Hm… Well, Scorpia, you can call me Angelica. Someday, maybe you can call me Angel, but if you try that shit again, I’m going to curb stomp your ass and make you my bitch. You got me?”

“Yes,” Scorpia cried.

“Now are we going to have any more problems? Are you going to try something in my sleep?”

“I think you broke my hand,” she sobbed.

“You’re lucky. I had a really bad day, and you’re the picture of everything I hate in life.”

“How do you know that?” Scorpia asked.

“I bet you have a degree in in a worthless field. You are disgusted with religion and you avoid showers and deodorant. Oh, and you’re probably a rabid liberal to boot, right?”

Scorpia nodded, sobbing as she tried to roll to her knees.

“Good. Then I’m making you my bitch. I sleep on top, and you do what I fucking tell you to do, or I’m going to show you what a true monkey stomping is. You got that, sugar?”

“Yes,” Scorpia said after a few moments.

“Ok, I’m going to help you up,” Angelica told her.

It took the both of them to get Scorpia to her feet. Angelica made her lean against one of the dressers at the far end of the room while she looked at the hand. The knuckles were swollen, but she had full range of motion in all of her fingers. Angelica had been in enough fights to know that she’d probably jacked her hand up, but nothing was broken that she could feel. Then she made the woman hold her arms up as much as she could so she could check her ribs.

She’d tried to avoid hitting any bones in her attack, but she’d started losing control a little bit, and wanted to be sure. She’d tried to hold her ugly side in, but she’d slipped up.

“Nothing’s broken. Get your stuff and go get a shower. An ice pack for the hand wouldn’t hurt either. Then come on back here and fill me in on this place. And remember, if you fuck with me, ever again… This is just like a sweet nighttime jail kiss in comparison.”

Scorpia shuddered at the threat and nodded. She moved to her old bunk and started pulling her stuff down and putting it on the top of the dresser. Then she handed Angelica her bundle of bedding, pillows, and clothing.

“You won’t have any more problems from me Miss Angelica,” she said, then started crying.

Her face was