Lenny couldn't remember the last time he laughed. It must have been decades ago, and there was no need to remember. Ivy filled him up with a certain bliss that he didn't think could exist.
Of course, he could see in her eyes, she didn't like him much. Luckily, she kept her mouth shut. Perhaps she knew what he could do to her in a blink of an eye and never look back.
That's what his kind did. Growing up in juvie, an orphan for the most part. Not even an old priest could save him. Yes, Lenny was unforgiving. It wasn't even in his vocabulary.
True, Jay was no friend of his, but he'd taken him in like a brother and let him do the dirty work. He was out in some prison now in Arizona. Not that Lenny would let on about the situation to Ivy. Oh, he'd got what he wanted. Play with this little chickadee until he was tired of her.
She'd asked a dozen questions or so. Or so it seemed. He'd slapped her good and she wasn't asking for nothing now. They'd stopped at truckstops a long the way and he'd managed to go to the bathroom with her every time. Oh, Lenny could be a gentleman when he wanted to be.
And he kept driving in the long road of heat. Didn't stop in Sioux City. Didn't take refuge in Rapid City. They went off the beaten track into the Badlands. Somewhere in the dust, they came upon an old trailer house. Even then he was too tired to fuck her, and she was pretty much a ragdoll. Maybe she was dehydrated.
There was always tomorrow. Besides, he needed to talk with Bax, find out if he and brothers were in the clear. Then again, no news was good news.
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