Thirteen Roses Book Five: Home: A Paranormal Zombie Saga Read Online Free

lamps were tiny spots of light. He looked back up. Another of the ladies had taken his other wrist and her hand closed around it with surprising strength. Maybe they could pull him up.  
    He smirked. Not a chance. ‘Is there a fire hose?’
    ‘What?’
    ‘Is there a fire hose anywhere. You can tie that around my arms and something solid in there.’
    ‘But I can’t let you go.’
    He laughed, like there was something funny about it. ‘The glass is halfway through my fingers. I’m not going anywhere, not unless it chops my fingers off.’
    He made it sound as harsh as he could and Harriet blanched, but she kept hold of his wrists. The stronger lady had left as soon as he spoke and now she returned bearing the end of the fire hose. He could have kissed her and happily would as well. She was full-lipped like Harriet, made for kissing. And other things. He couldn’t see her tits from down here, but he’d have a good look soon as he got up.  
    She looped the hose around his wrist a few times and tied it off. He nodded, gritting his teeth in a vain attempt to stave off the dizziness that was assailing him. He could see three Harriets, though whether it was down to being beaten shitless, or hanging by his fingers from a window, he couldn’t say.  
    ‘What’s it attached to?’
    ‘I wound it round everything I could find. Including a pillar.’
    It would have to do. ‘You can try and pull me up now.’
    It was agonising. Four of them squeezed together and got hold of him. They heaved and he came up a little way before they lost their hold. He dropped back down, the glass cut back into the wounds, and he blacked out. The pain dragged him back just as quick. He growled deep in his throat and bit his lip. ‘Try not to do that again.’
    The ladies nodded nervously and got another hold. This time they hauled him high enough for him to get his elbows over the edge of the floor. He rested on them a second, not looking at his hands. The stronger lady, who he was liking more every second, grabbed the hose and leant out the window. It flapped against his legs before wrapping around them. She waved others over to help her and they pulled his legs slowly up and in.  
    They rolled him away from the edge. There were more than just the stronger lady with balls to show. None of them seemed bothered by the wind rushing through the broken window, and none of them balked at his shattered hands. It was what he deserved. He was God’s chosen. But it paid to notice when people stepped up.  
    It was the last thing he remembered thinking before he looked at his hand. His two shattered fingers stuck out at horrible angles, bone jutting from one of them. The rest were cut deep across the fattest joint. He tried to move them and the world went away.  

    He was in bed. It was a vast improvement to hanging out the window. He was also naked save the massive bandages wrapped around both hands. He remembered the face of the strong lady and smiled. Perhaps she’d undressed him. If she had, it wouldn’t be long before she came calling.  
    The door opened and his heart leapt. It was Harriet. She swayed in with enough verve to take his mind off the other lady. She perched on the bed and stroked his face.  
    ‘How are you?’
    ‘How do you think? My hands are fucked. How are you?’
    ‘Worried.’
    ‘That’s nice—’
    ‘Not about you. Well, I am worried about you, but I mean about us. What was it that you drove out of here?’
    ‘A demon. He’s called Az. He’s an old friend of Luke’s.’
    ‘I knew it.’
    ‘Yeah, well, they aren’t friends so much anymore.’
    ‘Will he come back?’
    ‘Dunno. Probably. Where are the women he shagged?’
    She blushed, which was the strangest thing he’d seen in a while. ‘They’re in their rooms. They’re feeling really sick.’
    ‘That figures. Demon cum can’t be good for you.’
    She blushed again and he snorted. ‘What happened to you? When did you get so coy.’
    She shook her